Page 19 of Freaks Of Nature

He doesn’t just do this for my sake; he revels in giving me pleasure. His tongue curls inward to meet the smooth glide of his fingers. He devours me like it’s his calling. Like he’s never tasted anything so good.

And that piercing?

Each time his tongue retreats, he flicks across my clit, then slides back in. I can’t take it. It’s too much.

Ash makes me come again, and adds a third finger to his thrusting motion.

“Is my baby girl ready to get properly fucked now?” he asks, his voice drawing nearer as his fingers stretch me.

“Yes! Please,” I beg him.

He frees his hand, and I hear the rustling of his clothes.

The mattress under me tilts to the side as he sets one knee down for leverage and settles between my thighs.

Left hand on my knee, he slides the little metal ring adorning his cock across my pussy.

We both moan.

“You feel so good, baby.”

Ash aligns the blunt head at my entrance and crowns me, giving me only the tip before sliding my leg over his shoulder. I tense. Even after allthat, I feel myself stretching to fit him.

He lowers himself down to kiss me while sinking his cock gradually deeper, bit by bit. He doesn’t retreat. He drags the piercing along my tight walls, pushing on with firm intent.

It’s overwhelming.

I wrap myself around him. Matching the soothing motion of his lips, I suck in clipped breaths. There’s pain, but I relish the burn that comes with the pleasure.

I open my mouth to him, submitting to the slick demand of his tongue and letting all of him in.

Ash gives it one last push.

I flinch from the sharp sensation. A whimper makes my lips tremble against his as my pussy is forced to adjust around the thick base of his shaft. But I take the final inch he has to give.

“Good girl,” he groans into my throat, his mouth slanted over mine. “That’s it.”

Our tongues tangle as he rocks into me with increasing fervor.

His thrusts gain momentum. Ash retreats further, coming at me with more force on each drive.

He winds me up.

One hand gripping my thigh, the other one bracing himself, he straightens without slowing his pace. His breathing turns ragged. Hoarse grunts reach my ears, and my stomach tightens.

The pressure in me builds and builds until there’s no stopping it. He rails me with every inch of his pulsing length.And I feel it.Oh, do I feel it.He reaches places inside me he shouldn’t be able to reach.

Faster. Harder. The words ricochet in my head like bullets.

My toes curl. My womb contracts. With my hips angled up, I come.

I cry as my walls grip him to hold on, but the suction on his retreat counters me. He keeps pumping in and out with short quick thrusts, a low growl chasing his momentum.

His grip flexes on my thigh. Ash jerks into me, twice, then pulls out abruptly.

His weight lifts off the mattress as he flips me onto my stomach, and before I can get my bearings in the dark, he’s back. He hauls my hips up and thrusts into me from behind in one slick glide.

I thought he came already, but when he fills me again, he’s just as big and hard as before.