Page 118 of From Drummer to Gamer

“Fuck, Sierra.” His fingers weaved through my hair and pulled it hard.

Delight pulsed through my veins. Now he got to know what it was like to be on the other end of the sensual torment he inflicted on me.

My fingers laced around his waistband and tugged, freeing his dick, and my heart stilled at the sight that was an inch away from my face.

He was thick, so thick, with perfect fucking length, but that wasn’t what made my eyes bug and nerves stunned. It was the shiny metal hooked on the tip of his cock.

“You…you’re pierced?”

“Yes.”

“Bu..but how?”

“I think it’s when they hook a needle through your…”

I shot up and placed a finger on his lips before he could finish that sentence, but his eyes gleamed with amusement when he playfully bit it.

I shook my head, my eyes drawing back to his dick, and I couldn’t help but stare at it.

I couldn’t even blink.

And when I inched closer, it throbbed. This close, I could see the veins pulsing and angry.

Wow.

So this was what a real live cock looked like. It was nothing compared to all those fake-porno dicks I’d seen.

“Sierra,” he cursed. “It won’t matter how long you stare at my dick, it’s not going to change.”

“Shhh.” My eyes still roaming over every crevice of his beautiful cock. “What’s it called?”

“Dick, cock, prick, pen—”

“No,” I cut in before he could say the god-forbidden ‘p’ word. “The piercing… what’s the piercing called?”

“Prince Albert, it’s a new addition.”

“But why?” I was still gaping in shock.

He smirked. “It helps me come faster. I couldn’t be helped wasting time in the shower.”

So orderly and structured, and such a grumpy thing to do. Only Matty Evans would get a piercing, so he wouldn’t waste time on masturbating, unlike the rest of us population.

I inched closer and closer till my lips met his tip.

“Fucking hell, Sierra,” I heard him grit through his teeth.

My heated breath fogged against his piercing as I slowly closed my lips around his dick. My jaw widened to accommodate his massive cock as I curled my fingers around his length, pumping up and down.

My eyes slowly dragged over to him, and he was staring right at me with his hooded eyes filled to the brim with lust and fascination.

I might not have done this before, but I’ve watched a lot of porn. And my favorite thing to watch was blow jobs. Something about a throat taking a hard, throbbing length captivated me. Even though I hadn’t practiced on a real dick before, I knew exactly what to do.

“You like my cock stretching your throat, Sierra?” he asked in a low, hoarse voice.

I bobbed my head, taking in another inch as I slowly breathed through my nose. My tongue swirled along the length of his shaft.

A low guttural moan ripped from his throat when I finally took all of him.

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