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Shifting my hands to her hips, I pull her roughly to me, my cock meeting her clothed slit. “Will you be my good slut and keep your hands behind your back while I tongue-fuck you?”

My head tilts as she looks down at me, her lips are parted as she pants. Her cheeks are stained a gorgeous rose, and as she blinks slowly, she asks, “What happens if I’m bad?”

“You’ll be punished.” My fingers hook beneath her underwear and slowly drag them down her thighs. I step back, only to allow for me to take them all the way off.

She presses her lips hard together, and when she releases them, they pull apart slowly. “It’s worth the pain.”

I still need to teach her my pain will only come in the form of pleasure and denial. I’ll never hit her in any place she doesn’t want, but what I do not want, is this to end because I can’t overcome her touch. Because I care about her, I’d leave before letting any violence spill into the places it doesn’t belong.

Sucking in a sharp breath through my nose, I open her legs wider, my thumbs pressing into her thighs, slowly drawing closer to her pussy.

“If you feel a desire to touch me, baby girl, grab my hair. If you stray, I’ll fist your cunt.”

She slowly moves one hand around to her front and lifts it to the top of my head. I don’t have a lot to grab as I keep it cut pretty short, but I’m sure she’ll make do. When her fingers brush against my scalp and back through my hair, a chill runs through my body. It’s a great feeling that elicits nothing but desire and lust.

Dropping down to my knees, I use my thumbs to spread her glistening pussy open for me. I immediately see metal, a vertical clitoral hood piercing, and I now understand her need for friction.

“Your appearance screams innocent, but you are anything but.” I draw my thumb up and flick it, her grip on my hair tightening as she moans. Her foot comes to my shoulder, and I lean in, drawing my lips across her clit to the metal hook that I know when she moves just the right way, it flicks her pouty bud. “Just like your mouth is a liar, your façade is, too.”

“Ronan, I—” I cut her off by sucking in her piercing into my mouth, before opening up and flattening my tongue across her bundle of nerves.

Her hips thrust forward, and it isn’t just her that makes sounds of pleasure. The moment her taste hits me, I am wrapping my arms under her legs and smothering my face into her.

There’s no artificial flavoring to her arousal, and the natural salt that hints with fresh water and the slightest bit of sweetness, makes me an instant addict. My lips wrap around her clit, keeping it in my grasp as I suck. Another hand finds its place right on my head, and I’m so into her sounds and taste I can’t think of anything more than wanting her to come all over my face.

Normally I’d want her to sit, as my face commands, but I’m too impatient. Jesus, I had only planned to stare at her greedy pussy to fluster her, but the moment I saw it I had to have a taste. I want her—right now, anytime, anywhere—no matter where the fuck we are.

I shift down, just so I can slide my tongue into her cunt. It surprises her, and she clenches around me. When I raise my gaze, her head is thrown back, her chest rising and falling as if she is incapable of catching her breath.

She’s tight, surprising when she’s got something likeBig Bertha.Either way,I’m glad I’ll be molding her cunt to me.

Removing my tongue, I slide my fingers up between her soaked slit and press two of them into her. “You’re going to ride my fingers until you come for me, baby girl. I want to watch you swallow them like you are going to do to my cock.”

I move her foot to the back of the couch, then take one of her hands and place it over her clit. “Play with yourself, let me watch you come undone.”

Pushing my fingers in, passing my first set of knuckles until my second threatens to breach, I hold them in. “Such a needy cunt you have. Now give yourself what you want. Come like you’ve been so desperate to do.”

“Oh, fuck! Fuck!” She repeats over and over, using the leverage she has on me and the couch to roll her hips. Watching as her pussy takes my fingers, swallowing and coating them with her cum, has a thunderous growl rolling from my chest that accompanies my heady need for her.

“That’s it, Cal, you’re doing so fucking good.”

Her fingers swipe across her clit, and when she lifts slightly off the couch, I take the opportunity to slip another finger inside of her. My free hand spreads out her leg as I watch how glorious her body reacts to me watching. Her muscles go in and out of tension, the soft goosebumps crawling down her arms and legs. It's all reacting to me seeing her come undone.

When she throws her head back, and her hand begins to shake, she’s screaming through dreamy moans that have me leaking in my boxers. I am going to fuck this pretty cunt and fill her so full she will feel me for days—no, weeks, months, years; or however long that I have.

“Does my girl want to come?”

Her head nods frantically.

“Words, Calista, use your fucking words.”

“Yes! Please, Daddy, please—I can’t—I can’t!” Curling my fingers inside of her and brushing them against the soft spot has her patting against her clit and tumbling over the cliff. Her movements shift from fluid to frantic, and she tightens her grip on my hair to keep herself steady.

“Fuuuuck,baby, that’s it.” As she climaxes all over my hand, she moves her own to keep herself up and not fall back. Even as her hips stop, my fingers do slow pumps in and out of her, drawing out the rest of her orgasm.

Her mouth is wide open as she fights not to pull away.

“Ronan.” Her tone is dreamy and holy fuck, I will spend every second making her come to elicit more of it.

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