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“Yeah, count. There’s six of them, all for you, Joey. This one”—he rubs the piercing in his crown over my clit and makes me whimper with need—“you won’t feel until I’m all the way in and I’m rubbing this bar against your G-spot. But the others you’ll feel while I’m filling your tight little cunt with my cock. Okay?”

Holy mother of fucks! “Okay.”

“Good girl. You count each one as I enter you, okay?”

I nod but wonder if Max’s giant monster cock will actually fit inside me. I was barely able to take half of him last time and I felt sore for days, even though it was the delicious kind of pain that makes a girl like me smile.

Max pushes the tip inside me, stretching me wide. It burns a little, but I’m so wet that he slides in without resistance. I groan, pushing my ass back against him, but he grabs my hips and holds me steady. “Not yet, baby.”

“Max,” I whine, and he slaps my ass.

Then he gives me another inch, and I realize why he’s going so slow. Because no matter how wet I am, he’s still freaking huge. My pussy is stretched further than it’s ever been, and I wince at the sting. But then one of his piercings rubs against my pussy walls, and I release a gush of arousal. “One,” I cry.

“Good girl.”

My toes curl as Max pulls out a little before pushing back in, drawing more wetness from deep inside me as he pushes in farther. “Two.”

“That’s my girl.”

Two? That means we have four more to go. I have no idea how I’m going to take the rest of him.

He bends over me and presses soft kisses over my back. “You’re doing so well. Such a good girl for me.”

I melt under his praise, practically purring like a kitten, and he takes the opportunity to slide deeper. “Three.” And then deeper. “Four,” I grit out.

He rubs one hand over my back while he holds onto my hip with the other. “Almost there.”

“Oh, god,” I whimper as he rocks his hips and his piercings rub against my walls, the tiny barbells massaging me in the most delicious way. Jolts of electric ecstasy ricochet through me, and I almost come again.

“Fuck, Joey. You love my cock.”

“Y-yeah.” My eyes roll back as he keeps me balanced on the precipice of ecstasy.

He pulls out and drives in a little harder, and I feel so much more of him. “F-five!” I scream.

“Oh, there she is,” he grunts, wrapping my hair around his fist and pulling me up until my back is pressed against his bare chest. “My naughty little slut.”

“Yeah.”

“You ready to feel the sixth one?”

“Uh-huh.”

He slides his free arm around my waist, holding me tight as he rolls his hips, driving farther inside me until I feel that final piercing—and I mean I feel it in the very depths of my soul. From the tips of my toes to the end of every single hair on my head. That spot he can reach with his fingers? Well, he can damn well give it a deep tissue massage with the end of his cock. “S-six,” I cry out, bucking and shuddering so hard in his arms that he has to hold me still.

His mouth is on my neck, devouring me. Covering me with feral licks and bites as he holds me tight and thrusts into me. “Fuck, baby girl, you were made for my cock,” he growls, driving deep so that every single piercing rubs against a spot inside me that’s already overstimulated and sensitive. “Made for me.”

My legs are already shaking as he slips his hand between my thighs and rubs the pads of two fingers over my clit. He rubs softly—his touch taunting and teasing me and so at odds with the way he thrusts into me like a man possessed.

I squirm in his arms as the sensations become too overwhelming, but he tugs me closer until I can’t tell where my body begins and his ends. I feel every flex of his hard muscles as he fucks me with brutal strokes. His chest against my back, thighs against mine, teeth and lips grazing my neck, his giant arms encasing me—so huge that they dwarf my smaller frame. He is everything and everywhere. All-consuming and completely intoxicating.

Sweat covers our bodies as our breathing grows heavier.

“You feel so fucking good,” he grunts.

“You fuck me so good.”

Ecstasy settles over me like a heavy blanket.