Page 143 of Celestial Combat

I gasped in his mouth when not only did I feel his huge size, but also the touch of metal.

Pulling back, I looked between us, and my mouth dried at the sight of cock. Two silver bars on the underside of his length, near the top. And two slightly curved bars on each side of his tip’s base.

My mouth still open in shock, I looked back up at him. His face was apathetic, except for the heated look in his eyes. I caught the two piercing on his face; brow and nose.

Hewas pierced.

Hisdickwas pierced.

The thought had crossed my mind at first, considering his face piercings and huge amount of tattoos, but… Once seeing how disciplined and reserved he was, I’d crossed out the possibility.

I guessed the joke was on me. Because not only did I wrap both fists around his cock and there was still space for a third… He also had four piercings.

Which, to say the least, intimidated me.

Okay. Maybe I was in way over my head.

“Did it hurt?”

“Not the foreskin ones,” He replied, watching me with a smirk as I glanced back down and moved his weight in my hand, trailing a finger up the underside of his length and over the two bars. My fingers moved higher to the two curved bars on the sides of his tip. “The dydoe ones did initially, but after that it was just a dull ache and sensitive until it healed.”

“Does it still…?”

An amused breath left him. “Hurt? No, baby. You can be as rough as you want.”

“Oh… Okay.” I smiled shyly, my fingers hesitating.

Zane leaned in, capturing my mouth with his. Pushing his tongue into my mouth, he kissed me how I liked it; wet, messy, sloppy.And fuck did it turn me on.

I got my confidence back, kissing him equally hungry. My grip tightened on his cock, squeezing tight as I began twisting each fist while moving up and down his length.

He groaned into my mouth as I kept going, altering between my movements. When I tested his patience too much, he hiked me up again, and pushed my knees up.

I moaned in frustration, thinking he was going to stop me, but the sound stopped in my throat when he palmed my pussy, rocking his rough hand against it and spreading my wetness.

I kissed him harder. Worked him faster and harder, using one hand to jerk him off while the other played with his tip.

“How is it you always know what I need, huh?” He growled into the kiss, pulling back just enough to bite my bottom lip.

I smirked against his lips, before a gasp tore me apart. Zane pushed two fingers inside me, curling them up to my g-spot and pumping in and out until I thought I was going to melt under him.

His tongue swirled against mine. His teeth dragged over my lips and skin. One of his hands squeezing my breast. His other hand fucking me into oblivion.

I moved my hands faster, matching his pace, and using his pre-cum to make my grip feel better.

When he started grinding his hips, fucking into my hands, I thought I was going to lose my mind.

I screamed when I came, my mind going white blank with pleasure and overstimulation as I drenched his hand. Zane’s mouth dropped to my neck, kissing and biting and sucking hard as he fucked me even harder, while still chasing his own pleasure.

I glanced down between us, just in time to see his cum shoot out all over my hands, warm and white and so much.

My back arched, head rolling back into the pillows as he only picked up his pace.

I sat on the edge of the bed, the white sheets behind me, a mess.

I picked up my phone and dialed Trevor. As it rang, Zane caught my eye as he walked out of the bathroom – skin still wet and towel wrapped around his hips. He gave me a look – half amused, half hungry – and it already had me crossing my legs.

“Hey, it’s me,” I said into the phone, trying to sound casual.