Page 33 of The Smoke Hour

I cupped the back of her head and pressed my lips against hers. Kaifiya placed her hands on my shoulders, and I reached between us and tugged the hem of my undershirt free from my dress slacks.

She pulled the undershirt over my head and tossed it aside with the other one. When she planted her hands on my tattooed chest, I grabbed them and dragged them down to my arousal.

She moaned when I licked my lips slowly, and my dick jumped in my pants as I stared at her. It had been a long time since I wanted a woman as badly as I wanted her.

She opened her mouth when I bit her bottom lip. I crushed her lips and devoured her mouth while I grabbed my belt and undid it before doing the same with the clasp of my pants. When I reached for my zipper, she grabbed it and jerked it down.

I lifted her as I stood, set her on the edge of the table, and then shoved my pants down. I toed off both of my shoes and socks before I removed my pants. She stretched her hand forward and cupped my thick, heavy erection through my boxerbriefs. I was hard as concrete and grew harder at the curious expression on her face.

“You like what you’re feeling?” I asked.

She nodded slowly.

“Can I fuck you, sweets?” I asked again.

“Mm-hmm.” Kaifiya moaned. Her little sexy ass was in a damn trance. She continued staring at me as she pulled my dick through the opening of my underwear, but I shook my head in condemnation of her actions. She was moving too fast. I wanted to control this narrative.

I slowly tugged my underwear down, and when my dick sprang free, Kaifiya gasped in surprise.

“What the fuck?” she screeched.

I winked again. “You don’t know what you’re in for, Fiya?”

“I didn’t bargain for that shit, Smoke.”

“There was no way that you could ever prepare for or be ready for me, gorgeous,” I whispered and reached behind her to undo the clasp behind her neck. I peeled back the upper halter top of her jumpsuit and then reached behind her to tug at the zipper of the jumpsuit that started right at her ass.

Kaifiya wiggled and then leaned forward so that I could pull it all the way down. Standing nude before her with nothing but the ice on my neck, wrist, and fingers, I pushed her back on the table. I tugged at the sides of her jumpsuit and pulled it down over her hips and down her legs.

I smirked at the surprise that she had in store for me. Kaifiya didn’t wear any panties tonight. But her little surprise for me had nothing on a dick with metal piercings through it. She still stared nervously at me.

She leaned forward and rubbed her hands over my piercings.

“What are they called?”

“This is the Prince Albert. It stimulates the urethra and frenulum when we’re having sex, but it brings pleasure to youtoo,” I explained as she rubbed the barbell that came through the hole at the head of my dick and behind the head.

“And this one?”

“It’s an ampallang, and it’s designed for pleasure for you and me too.”

She leaned forward and licked the metal that ran horizontally through the head of my dick.

“And this?” Kaifiya rubbed the barbell that pierced my skin, where the base of my dick met my balls.

“That’s a lorum.”

“Did they hurt when you first got them?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Then why did you do it?”

“I’m not averse to pain, and I love heightening sexual pleasure.”

“You’re going to hurt me, Smoke.”

“I’ll never hurt you.”

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