“Oh… fuck! Oh my God! Fuck…” I moaned, rubbing my pussy on his face as I rode his fingers, urging him to go harder, faster. He pushed another finger inside me, stretching me as he kept up the steady assault on my clit. My mouth opened on a silent scream with the intensity of my orgasm. I hardly noticed when he lifted me into his arms, carrying me from the couch to another room. We must have looked weird –him fully clothed and me naked as the day I was born. But I didn’t care as I moved closer to his chest, sighing in satisfaction.
I must have fallen asleep somewhere along the long hallway; I woke up to peppering kisses on my shoulders, my neck, between my breasts. A hand was between my legs, caressing my already sensitive flesh.
“God,” I moaned as he sucked my nipple into his mouth. Opening my eyes to his chuckling, I frowned when I saw his fully clothed body.
“I became your God already, huh? And I didn’t even take off my clothes,” he grinned arrogantly before turning his attention back to my hard nipples.
“Oh, God! Don’t stop!” I groaned, digging my nails down his still shirt-covered back. Trying to pull his shirt off, I huffed in annoyance, “Why are you still dressed?”
“Patience, stranger. Tonight will be an experience of a lifetime. You should remember every piece of me,” he said, standing beside the bed, slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt.
I rolled my eyes, “Cocky much?”
He didn’t answer me, he didn’t need to. His lopsided grin with a crooked eyebrow was enough of an answer. As he slowly revealed the secrets behind his shirt, I gasped and lifted myself onto my elbows to watch him. I felt like a child on Christmas, excited to open her present. He was my present, waiting for me to discover every secret under his clothes.
His white shirt framed his well-cut abs, but mostly it emphasized the contrast between the white fabric and his black tattoos. He finally took off the shirt, giving me my special striptease, and I could see the art of his body. His muscles were bulging, making me want to lick each hollow, each mound and dip. As a compliment to his beauty, the tattoos curled around his arms, hugging every vein, licking every delicious inch of his skin till they reached his pecs. My eyes moved down and stopped on his nipples. I tentatively extended my hand to touch his nipple, to feel the barbells under my fingers, but he shook his head, moving his hands to his belt. My eyes followed his movement, not before reading the tattoo under his navel… just below the waistband… just above the outline of his hard cock:
LOOK INSIDE… that’s what matters.
“Really? Look inside? Are you that proud of your dick?” I giggled. He didn’t answer me, only continued his task till his cock sprang free from its prison
Holy fuckity fuck shit!
“Yes, I am very proud of my dick, stranger… but I’m not that cocky to have a tattoo about it,” he replied, finally. His voice was stern but amused at the same time.
“I wouldn’t blame you…” I murmured, my focus was fully on his cock. I noticed something glinting under his penis.
Was his penis pierced, too?
I wanted to feel him. I wanted to give him the pleasure he gave me with his mouth. Wrapping my hand around his thick shaft, I suppressed my giggle when my fingers didn’t reach completely around. I moved my hand from the base of his cock to the top of its head, stopping when metal touched my skin. Moving closer, I studied him. There were three barbells underneath his cock, looking hot and dangerous through the throbbing vein as I rubbed the metal back and forth with my thumb.
“That is called frenum piercing,” he said, nonchalant.
“Does it hurt?” I asked, carefully stroking him with a loose grip.
“No,” he said, wrapping his hand around mine, forcing me to grip tighter. My hand felt so small in his as I let him stroke himself using my hand.
“Will it hurt me?” I whispered, intrigued and excited about his piercings but I also felt inexperienced. His next move shocked me. He brought his thumb to my cheek, caressing my cheekbone in a caring, innocent yet intimate touch. I felt something pass between us as we looked into each other’s eyes, it sizzled and filled the air like another stranger.
“It won’t… I won’t,” he murmured, his voice was far from the cockiness I’ve gotten used to since the first moment I saw him. Pulling him closer to me by his cock, he hissed as I giggled.
“Easy, stranger. You wouldn’t want to damage it before we put it to good use,” he smirked.
Feeling bold, I leaned down to his cock, licking the length of the vein until I reached the piercings. I licked the pinched skin, carefully sucking the sensitive flesh in my mouth, getting bolder with his fast breaths and deep groans. I looked up to see his face, wrapping my lips around his head, swirling my tongue, tasting the pre-cum on him. His hand fisted my hair, eager for my mouth to take him deeper. I tried, but before I could get half of him in my mouth, his head was already hitting the back of my throat.
“Fuck, stranger. You feel so good,” he groaned, thrusting his hips in slow rhythm. Pumping him with my hand and mouth, I felt like a goddess bringing pleasure to this beautiful stranger.
“Enough… on your four… now,” he demanded, grabbing a condom from night stand. I did as I was told, waiting in anticipation for the moment I would feel him. Just feeling his head behind me was enough to make me moan, but when he fisted my hair and jerked me back to his chest, a loud groan got free from my throat. The domination, the sudden roughness in his moves after being gentle put my senses on alert.
“Brace yourself, stranger… this will be rough,” he hissed to my ear just before thrusting his cock inside me in one single yet hard push. I screamed in pleasure, lifting my arm to put my hand on his neck, trying to reciprocate his punishing but amazing rhythm with my own.
I was so close, my knees started to shake as he continued to hit the right spot inside me, pushing me closer to the edge of pleasure. I could feel his teeth grazing my shoulder, sucking the sensitive skin of my neck as his cock swelled even bigger inside me. I was a ball of sensation.
“Please…” I moaned.
“Do you want to come, stranger?” he asked.
“Yes… God, yes… more.”