Page 53 of Embers in the Dark

She still has her hand on my dick and I can’t help thrusting because it feels so fucking good with her hand wrapped around my shaft.

“Yes,” I moan.

“I’ve, um, never been with someone pierced before.” She smiles.

“Okay,” I say. “Is that, uh, a problem?”

“No, I just don’t know much about them,” she says shyly.

“Well, it’s supposed to be more pleasurable for you.” I drop by head and kiss her neck. She still has her hand on my cock and she’s stroking me and I’m really having a hard time forming words.

“Oh.” She’s squeezing me. “You’re really big. Like, you’d probably hit all my spots without that.”

“Bay, baby, I’m seconds away from blowing my load in your hand. I need you to stop for a sec or I’m going to bust before you even get a shot at this.”

“Oh, sorry.” She laughs.

“Don’t be sorry. I got it a while ago and yes, I’m big, but I swear, it’ll feel good. Does it freak you out?”

She shakes her head.

“Do you want to wait? We can do other things if you’re not ready to do this tonight.”

“No, I want to,” she tells me. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Do you not want to do this?” She almost looks hurt.

“Baylee, I want this. I just don’t want to push you or make you feel like you have to do this.”

“Tucker, don’t you get it? You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted to do this with,” she admits.

I look into her eyes and the genuine affection from her is palpable.

I lean down and capture her lips. There’s nothing fast-paced to my movements. I’m slow and purposeful, knowing deep down she is a piece of my past, my present, and my future.

I move my kisses down her neck, collar bone, chest, belly, and navel. I’m then peeling her underwear down her body and throwing them over my shoulder.

I open her legs, and I swipe my tongue through her folds, while she grabs my hair and moans my name on her lips. I don’t let her come, but I savor the feeling of her pussy against my lips for a few seconds, before I pull away.

I take my own boxers off, kneel in front of her, and stroke my dick as she marvels at the sight of me. She watches as the moonlight shines on the jewelry at the end of my cock, probably wondering how that will work inside of her. Her eyes are full of wonder and lust as I grab the condom that I threw next to us on the mattress.

I peel it open and roll it on. I bring my fingers to her center, even though I know she’s wet enough. But I want to push two fingers inside her anyway, hearing her moan before my cock replaces my fingers.

“Baylee, there’s nothing slow or gentle about how I fuck,” I tell her as I move my cock through her folds once I move my fingers out of the way.

“What makes you think I want gentle?” she tells me.

That’s my girl.

Without another word, I slam into her, and she grabs the mattress and yells out while I moan.

“Fuck you’re so tight, Baylee,” I tell her as I clench my teeth, breathing through my nose.

“Holy shit, I’m so fucking full,” she says.

I pull out and watch myself push back in. We fit perfectly together. We find our rhythm and I look down and watch myself pump in and out of her. I can’t believe how hot we look right now. I keep one hand on her hip, while another hand moves up to grab her breast and tease her nipple.

I angle myself over her and that slight change causes her to moan louder.

“Oh my, Tucker. Fuck,” she yells. “Right there, it feels so good.”

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