“The filthier, the better. There’s nothing you could want, nothing you could do, that would make me think you were anything other than absolutely fucking perfect. You want to be bad, Sunshine. Let’s be bad. Show me what a naughty girl you can be.”
Sunday’s lips twitched into the hint of a devilish smirk, wicked things flashing in her irises. “Do you want me on my knees?”
“Fuck, yes. Let me wrap my fingers in your hair and put those lips to good use, baby.”
I groaned as she sank down, fingers tugging at my belt. She squirmed just a little, and I could see she was trying to apply friction to alleviate the building ache between her legs as those thighs of hers pressed together.
“You already wet for me, Sunshine?”
“Can’t you smell me? You always say you can.” She cocked a brow. “Or was that just a lie you like to tell me?”
“Just because I know something doesn’t mean I don’t like to hear you say it.”
She leaned forward, lifting her chin and giving me a doe-eyed stare. “Say what?”
“That I make you wet. That you want me deep in that tight cunt of yours. That you want me to make you scream.”
She blushed. “Jesus, Kingston.”
“Say it.”
“I’m so wet for you. I’m always wet for you.”
“What else?”
“I want you deep inside me.”
“Try that one again.”
“I want your cum inside me, or on me. Take your pick. But whatever you do, I want it now... please?”
“That’s my good girl. Now, suck my cock like the champion you are while I figure out how I’m going to reward you.”
The way she fucking preened under my praise had me threatening to burst free of my jeans on my own. My girl liked knowing how good she was, and I loved telling her.
“But I don’t have anything to suck.”
“Fuck yes, you do.” I tore open my fly, freeing my aching cock and practically slapping her in the face with it.
She eyed my throbbing length with hunger. “Does it feel good—”
“Everything you do feels good.”
She smirked. “Well, that’s nice to know, but I meant specifically when I do this.”
“Oh, baby, I love it when you do tha—” the word was lost on a groan when she leaned forward and licked along the ridges of my piercings, taking one of the barbells in her teeth and giving it a little tug. “Holy fucking shit balls.”
She backed away and blinked innocently up at me. “Is that a yes?”
“That is a fuck yes. Do it again.” I couldn’t quite keep the growl out of my voice. It was all I could do to keep from thrusting to the back of her throat. “Fuck, Sunday. You make me feel so good.”
She hummed and I saw stars.
“I’m gonna fucking come if you don’t stop.”
Those teeth found my Prince Albert and tugged, making me go cross-eyed. The orgasm was right fucking there. So close I couldn’t stop myself from gripping her hair hard.
“Everything okay in there, Pooh Bear?” my mom called through the door, giving it a little knock.