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F uck.

Waverly was absolutely drenched. She tasted like nirvana. I wanted to die here in between her thighs. Suffocate me and take me now, death. Her orgasm had rocked through her, her pussy clamping down like a vice around my fingers. I’d barely been able to keep moving them in and out of her.

If she thought I was anywhere near done making her come after that kind of reaction, she was delusional. Her pants were frantic as she shook on the table, still trying to get away from the stimulation. Fucking adorable she though she could win.

Her heels kicked my back, pressing down, and it only brought her core harder and tighter against my mouth. I reached up the sides of her and grabbed her flailing arms at the elbows firmly, holding them tight, and yanking her down more securely against me to where she couldn’t back away.

Her beautiful eyes met mine trying to glare at me but they were too busy rolling back in her head. Her whimpers and moans were completely frantic. I pulled back slightly, knowing I probably cast a deranged image. My mask up over my nose, my lips and chin covered in her.

“Gonna be a good little slut and come for me, little muse?” I breathed.

“I’m too sensitive,” she cried.

“You’ll be fine. You can take it. Apparently, you haven’t been with a real man before if you’re trying to tap out after one orgrasm.” I chuckled, dipping my head and driving my tongue back inside her as her breath shuddered out in a long moan.

“Fuck you, Garrett.”

I pulled back again, “When I’m in the mask, I’m Ghost. Where’s that feral little queen that was always so brave during my live streams?” I growled against her wet core. “In over your head, princess?” My tongue licked up her pussy finding her clit before sucking it into my mouth hard as she practically screamed, cursing me.

My teeth found their way into the mix, nibbling at it, causing just a bite of pain, and there it was. She shattered and I’ll be damned if she didn’t scream Ghost into her darkened bookstore.

My cock was so hard it was standing up out of my open pants, the head far over the waistband of my boxers. Its pierced tip glinting in the security lighting.

Fuck. The cameras were still on. Oh well. I’d kick the guys asses if they watched it. At least we’d have a recording of our first time. See, I could be sentimental. Romantic even. It was Valentine’s Day, after all.

Releasing her when she finally stopped writhing on the table, she rose up on her elbows glaring at me and panting.

“You’re such an asshole,” she muttered, between gasps of air, looking beautifully destroyed. Waverly hadn’t seen anything yet.

Dropping my pants and boxers, her eyes widened to the point that I thought they were going to roll out of her head and onto the shop floor.

“Like what you see, little muse?” I asked, gripping my cock at its base and squeezing.

“I don’t know where you think you’re going to put that, but it’s not going to fit anywhere in me,” she laughed softly, if not a bit hysterically.

Fucking brat.

“Oh. It’ll fit. You’ll take every single inch. Every single fucking piercing and you’ll like it. You’ll even thank me for it.” I growled, reaching out and grabbing her neck, yanking her more upright. “You going to do this the easy way or the hard way? We both know you want it, so even if you try to deny this, I’m not listening. Your pussy is crying for me, baby girl, and I’m taking what’s mine.”

“You’re fucking insane,” she breathed, even as her hips scooted closer to the edge of the display table, her legs wrapping around my waist.

Smirking, I slammed her down onto her back again, her head making a thud against the table and my hand tightened. She fucking moaned. Such a fucking good girl.

“This is insane. You’re insane. I’m insane.” Waverly was muttering under me as I guided my pierced dick to her soaked entrance.

I ignored her, focusing on the feel of her against me where I wanted her most and groaned.

“I need you to count for me,” I demanded, finally yanking my mask all the way off and flinging it down on the display table beside my gun.

“Excuse me?” she asked, caught off guard.

“Count my piercings, little muse” I repeated, “Or we’re going to have to start this process all over.”

“Piercings?” she repeated, eyes wide, breathless.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I grinned at her, even though I was being driven mad, sliding in just a bit to the first one.

“Count.” I demanded again.

“One,” Waverly obeyed me perfectly. I was so proud.

“Good girl, little muse. Jesus, you’re so fucking tight. It really has been a while hasn’t it?” I asked my thumb sliding against her clit, stroking it to get her to relax for me.

She leaned up suddenly on her elbows to look down where I was sliding into her.

“You have got to be kidding me…” she breathed taking in my Jacob’s Ladder piercing. Five straight barbells lined the bottom of my length spaced evenly apart, the first already inside her.

Placing my large tattooed hand on her chest, I guided her back down on the table before sliding further inside her, raising my eyebrow at her.

“Two…three…four…” she groaned, somehow managing to be sassy at the same time. Gripping her by the throat again, I smirked then laughed out loud.

“Two more and then some” I reassured her, cocky myself, no pun intended. “I know you can take it, you’re doing so well.” I lowered my voice causing her eyes to heat, enjoying the praise.

Slamming home, her eyes fluttered closed as I clenched my hand around her throat tighter, silently making my demand.

“Focus, little muse.” I murmured.

“Five and six, asshole,” she breathed, arching under me beautifully.

“That’s my good, perfect little muse.” I growled, before releasing her throat. Grabbing her waist with my large hands I started a relentless pace, sliding out to the tip before slamming home again just to watch her gasp.

“Do I have to count every time?” she asked, choking on a moan.

“Brat,” I growled, continuing the pace, relentlessly.

“You like it.” she panted, wrapping her legs around me tightly.

“Just hold on.” I rasped, snapping my hips against hers furiously. Her hands scrambled to find purchase on the edge of the display table as I took her roughly, looking down at where I slid in and out of her, my piercings glistening with her. She was beautiful like this.

“You’re so pretty stretched out around me, little muse.” I praised as her dark brown eyes met mine in the dim light. Waverly could be mad, she could be upset all she wanted, but she wanted this. She needed this. This wasn’t some scene reenactment, it fucking meant something, we were forever.

“You going to be a good girl and come on my cock for me?” I panted as she writhed under me. I ran my hands down her smooth thighs, gripping her under the knees and pushing her legs back nearly to her ears, picking up the pace.

The display table’s legs screeched across the store’s floor as I followed, not letting the pace end for a moment as my girl’s cries grew more desperate.

“Garrett!” she cried, and fuck if I was going to correct her this time.

“That’s it, baby. Let everyone know whose little muse you are.” I demanded. “Fucking scream the store down and give it to me. Let go for me, and scream.”

Her thighs were trembling and her knuckles were white on the edge of the table and she had the audacity to shake her head no at me.

“It's okay! I’ve already come twice, it's too much,” she mewled.

That wasn’t going to do. Tapping out after two measly little orgasms. We had some training to do, my muse and I.

I leaned over her, breath hot against her face, bending her in half, and growled against her ear.

“I’m not stopping until you come again. I want to feel you squeeze my dick so tight inside this pretty little pussy I can hardly move, angel. So be a good girl and come for me, Waverly. I know you can do it.”

My girl clenched, seizing before shuddering as another orgasm wracked her body from head to toe, but I kept going, groaning at the sensation of her wet heat clenching rhythmically around my pierced length.

“You’re such a good girl, fuck, you feel perfect coming around me like this, little muse” I affirmed before slamming home and following her over the edge.