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Chapter 31

Ford

Her mouth drops into a perfect “O” when I sink the first bar into her.

I never thought I’d see this day.

The moment when I’d finally be free of my grief and pain enough to use these piercings as anything other than the painful reminder they were intended for.

Agony carried for years evaporates when the second slides into the hot grip of April’s clenching pussy.

Past memories disappear as new ones are seared into me, one slow inch at a time.

Her breath catches at number three, and I war with myself if I should keep going.

Another pushes into her scalding embrace, and I find myself leaning over her, my arms framing her undulating body.

“Halfway there.” I grin, then find her lips with mine.

It’s never felt like this. Her muscles tightening makes the bars move in a sensuous roll, almost like she’s gripping through my cock.

She gasps against my mouth when number five enters.

But the playful smile that crinkles her eyes tells me she’s enjoying it.

Her nails dig into my sides at six, then her shuddering thighs try to encircle me at seven.

My nuts contract when the last bar goes in and they press against her.

Bracing myself over her, my fingers curl into her short hair, tilting her chin up.

I want to watch her when I fuck her.

Memorize every twitch, and bite of her lip.

“I’ll start slow,” I whisper, nuzzling the racing pulse in her throat. “And hope like hell I can last. You feel so damn good.” I draw out the last word in a groan as I roll my hips back, letting the knobs on my shaft punctuate for me.

The flush of red races up her cheeks and her fingers spasm into my shoulders when I thrust back in.

“Oh shit, Ford. Holy—” Her neck arches, raising her belly to meet mine.

When her eyes flutter closed, her teeth pinch down on her lower lip, barely letting a hiss escape.

I pull out again, this time faster.

A low moan builds in her chest as I sink my full length.

My fist clenches in a struggle to hold back.

I just want to see her explode. She is my new and only purpose.

After flirting with death, I can see why I’m still here.

For this.

Her shuddering body writhes when I push in once more, clenching and pulsing around my swollen cock in a violent climax, screaming my name like a woman possessed.

Her body locks me down, the bars held by the vice of her squeezing muscles.

Jesus Christ it’s hard not to join her.

All I can do is hold, panting, struggling not to let myself go. I’m not ready.

I want her to come a million times before I do.

It’s what she deserves.

“Oh my god,” she stammers, her heavy breathing slowly leveling. “That is the most intense—” She blinks rapidly before she focuses on me. “—I have never—”

“You will again,” I growl, then pull back and slam into her. “And again.” My hips emphasize my words. “And again.”

This will be my new game, to see how many times I can make her shatter.

Her nails rake into my skin, but I can’t feel it.

It’s the bounce of her breasts against my chest, the swell of them with every sharp inhale, the heat of her exhale mixing with my own gulping breaths.

And the wild halo of her blond hair spread across the pillow that glows in the darkening room, catching the amber light of the flickering flames.

Faster, my belly slaps against hers until she’s crying out and clinging to me, her vicious cunt rabidly clamping down as another harrowing wave of ecstasy coils through her body.

Biting the inside of my cheek to stave off my own release, I’m tasting blood before I gain control again.

I don’t think I’ll last through another.

Shifting back, I let her leg cross between us and straddle her lower thigh, turning her hips so I can open her even further.

I want to bury myself so deeply I won’t be able to tell where I stop and she begins.