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R an looks a little surprised at first, like that’s not what he was expecting to hear. I don’t blame him. I’m a little shocked at my boldness, but the unbridled hunger in his eyes speaks to me.

He bends down and brings his lips to mine. I open my mouth for him eagerly when he runs his tongue over the seam of my lips. His kiss is rough and possessive, claiming my mouth so completely that I barely notice when he puts a hand at my nape to run his fingers up through my hair.

Abruptly, he breaks off the kiss and tugs my hair to bring my head back. “Open,” he whispers. I part my lips for him and he spits in my mouth. “Filthy slut,” he says, eyes devouring me as I swallow.

“You’re going to look so pretty when I wreck you,” he murmurs. I catch just a glimpse of the predatory gleam in his eyes before he shoves his cock into my open mouth, hilting himself so my nose is pressed against his trimmed bush.

He takes what he wants from me, making me take him deep until I’m fighting my gag reflex. It’s not long before tears are streaming down my cheeks and drool is dripping all the way down my chin.

Ran looks down at me and grins. “You like being a slut for me? You like being just a pair of holes I can fill, just a mindless toy I can use however I like?” When he wraps his other hand around my throat, I can’t hold back a whimper of need and anticipation.

“I’m gonna wreck your pussy tonight,” he murmurs.

I look up at him through my lashes as he holds me down with his cock halfway down my throat.

“Fuck, you look so good,” he pants. “Love seeing you in makeup and lingerie, kneeling in those sexy shoes you can’t even walk in.

” He pulls me off his cock with a pop. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue for me. Lemme see that piercing,” he orders.

I obey, draping my tongue over my bottom lip to show off the shiny silver ball in the center. “Hot damn ,” Ran groans. “I love having my own personal fuck doll. You just look so perfectly filthy right now, just a desperate little whore, needing so badly to be filled up —isn’t that right?”

When I nod, Ran chuckles darkly. “You look so hot with that slutty pierced tongue out, just panting for my cock like the horny animal you are.” He grabs his cock and pulls me towards him, wiping his precum onto my tear-streaked cheek before slapping my face with his cock.

He does it lightly a few times; when he does it a little harder, I shiver.

“This is getting you so turned on right now, isn’t it? Bet you’re dripping all over that lace thong, so horny that you can’t help but make a mess out of your underwear. Huh, baby?”

I am so turned on —so much so that I’m practically squirming when Ran narrows his eyes at me. “C’mere.” He grabs my chin to tip my face towards him and stares down at me, a devilish grin on his face and lust raging in his eyes.

Abruptly, he shoves two fingers into my mouth, capturing the ball of the piercing between them. “Whose holes are these?” He keeps his fingers there, pinning down my tongue so my answer is just an unintelligible mumble.

“That’s right —mine,” Ran purrs as his eyes rake over me again. “I’m going to ruin you for anybody else,” he says, his voice low. “You’re never going to be able to be with another man again. Every part of you was meant to be mine. All mine.”

He leans down and catches my lower lip between his teeth. “But let me make you come first,” he says when he releases me. “I want to taste you.” He scoots over and pats the mattress. “Get that sexy ass up here so I can make it feel good before I ruin it.”

He holds out a hand for me to hold onto as I rise to stand, unsteady in those heels. His eyes devour me as I climb onto the bed.

“Lay back,” he says. “You’ve earned the right to be a pillow princess for a little while.”

I bite my lip to stifle a moan as Ran straddles me, his hard cock slick with precum. “Fuck,” I murmur in appreciation. He follows my eyes down to his dick and lets out a laugh that sounds a little self-conscious.

“You like?” That glimpse of shyness in his voice and the tentative hopefulness in his expression makes all the sexual tension between us evaporate for just a second.

All that’s left behind is me and Ran — my best friend.

And, as the moment fades and his grin grows hungry again, I’m reminded: my boyfriend. My lover. My love.

My need is a pool of heat deep inside me.

When Ran leans over me, caging me with his hands bracing him on either side of my head, I moan into his mouth as his lips press into mine.

His kiss is deep and needy and everything I want, and I’m rolling my hips up by the time he drops his pelvis and presses himself into the precum-soaked lace covering my cock.

Bracing himself up on one hand, he runs a finger from his other hand down my cheeks in uneven lines —tracing, I realize, the lines of my eyeliner that ran down my face when he fucked my mouth earlier.

Ran settles down between my legs, letting out a groan as he gropes my dick beneath the lace.

“You dirty, dirty girl,” he says in a teasing tone as he feels me up.

“You’ve soaked your panties. Tell me how much you like ruining the sexy lingerie I buy you because you’re so fucking horny you just can’t stop this big dick from dripping all over it,” he says, his tone commanding.

I let out a moan. “I like when you make me ruin my panties,” I whisper as I rock my hips up, chasing the friction of his hand.

Ran lets out a low laugh as he rises to his knees. “You would let me do anything I wanted to you, wouldn’t you?” When I nod, he palms my cheek in the shape of a slap. “I want to hear it.”

“I want you to use me — I want to be your toy. Play with my body however you want.”

A low growl vibrates in Ran’s throat. “You sure? Because sometimes I play rough with my toys. Sometimes I want to just break them.”

“Break me, then — please,” I beg. When Ran palms my cheek again, something dark gleams in his eye.

“Do it.” My voice comes out as a whisper.

“Break me.” Even though I’m expecting it, even though I’m hoping for it, Ran’s hand landing across my face still feels like a shock.

I pull in a gasp as the fiery sting heats my cheek.

Ran’s face twists into a cruel smirk as he studies me. “What a sexy little doll —your skin turns such a pretty pink when I slap you. But we can’t have just one rosy cheek,” he says, giving the other side of my face a quick, hard slap. I can’t hold back a needy sound, which makes Ran chuckle.

“I think my doll might like pain a little more than she lets on, hmm?” He raises an eyebrow with an amused expression before he pushes aside the triangles of pink lace covering my nipples. Looping his pinky into one of the rings there, he gives it a sharp tug.

“I want to slap your tits. Can I do that?” he asks. My body answers for me, my hips jerking up and my dick throbbing at his words. When I nod, his eyes narrow. “I want to hear it. Tell me you want these slutty pierced tits smacked.”

“Oh, fuck,” I moan. “Slap my tits. Please, Stud —make it hurt. I need it.”

He gives me what I begged for, landing his palm right on top of my nipple rings, one right after the other.

My hips jerk up as the pain sends a hot bolt of electricity straight to my dick.

When I moan, Ran drops between my legs again.

He mouths at my cock through the lace, licking up my shaft and flicking his tongue over the head.

Eyes still burning into me, he hooks his fingers under the waistband and gives the panties a tug.

I lift my hips so Ran can slide them off me. Dropping his head down, he sucks just the head of my cock into his mouth. He runs his tongue around the crown until I moan and try to thrust up into him, needy for more.

“Uh-uh,” he says with a shake of his head after he releases me.

“I want to play with you before I fuck you. The cage is hot, but sometimes I like seeing this big dick rock-hard and dripping after I’ve been teasing you for a while,” he murmurs.

His parted lips are wet, and his eyes devour my cock like he’s hungry for it.

“You’re so sexy like this. Love seeing your cockhead all red and dripping, like I could make it explode with just a touch.

This is my big dick, right?” he says, his voice a low rasp.

I can’t do anything but nod. “So that means this is mine to do what I want with, right?” I nod again as Ran tightens his grip on my feverish cock.

Grazing my inner thigh with his teeth, he gives me a little nip before diving down and taking my balls into his mouth one at a time. He nestles down lower, rubbing his nose against my sack with a moan. “Fuck, Babydoll.” His words are muffled. “You’re so good.”

He wraps his lips around my cock again, sliding down all the way to where his hand is circled around the base. I reach a hand down to run my fingers through his hair. A hum of contentment vibrates in his throat as I stroke his damp brown curls.

Ran uses his hand and his mouth at the same time, rotating his wrist as he sucks on me, periodically lapping at my slit aggressively as if he’s hungry for more of my precum.

“God, Ran —” My tongue feels uncoordinated, and my brain can’t seem to find words. “Feels so good.” The core of heat inside me starts to throw off sparks and I know he’ll make me come if he keeps this up. “Oh God —you better stop if —you’re gonna make me —”

With a lick on his way up, Ran pulls off my cock. His eyes are watering as he pants for breath. Seeing him like this and knowing that it’s because of me, for me, is a little mind-blowing and entirely awesome.

“Oh, I’ve barely started with you,” he teases, his voice raspy from my cock invading his throat. He climbs on top of me again, stopping to tongue each of my nipple rings before tugging the pink lace of the bra back over them.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” His lips crash against mine, nearly taking my breath away, his mouth hot and his kiss urgent. He makes enough space between us to wrap his hand around my throat. When he squeezes, I moan into his mouth.

“Please Ran, I need you.” My voice is strained and hoarse. “Please, fuck me —need to feel you inside of me.”

His eyes narrow, his expression teasing, and my spirits sink. I’m sure he’s going to keep continuing to play with me instead of giving me what I desperately need. “Please, please, please ,” I beg, my pride gone.

“ Fuck , I love when you beg for me. If I didn’t really want to be inside of you, I’d want your mouth on my dick again. That tongue piercing is a fucking game-changer. But I can’t wait any longer to take that sexy ass of yours,” Ran says.

His voice is rough with lust as he moves between my spread legs. He’s wearing a little smile, his hair is disheveled and his eyes are sparkling. It hits me all of a sudden: I don’t think I’ve ever been in the presence of something so beautiful.