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His piercings catch the last of the sun, twin rows of silver barbells standing above the curls of my pussy like a skyscraper.

Kneading the bottom of my foot with his thumb, he threads my heel over his shoulder and stares down at me.

“It took me a while to own it, but you’re mine, April.” He lifts my waist, tilting me to align himself, he lets the studded shaft of his thick cock rub down my slick slit until the full length of him glistens. Each sending a tiny jolt through me.

“And I’m never letting you go,” he grunts, pushing his engorged head into the hollow between my legs.

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 grippingthroughmy 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.

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