Page 73 of 'Tis the season of Wicked Deeds

“How am I supposed to go slow after you told me this pussy has been untouched all this time, Twinkle?”

“Please,” I murmur incoherently.

“I’m fighting every instinct not to pull out and drive to the hilt inside you.” Hooking his elbows underneath my knees, he spreads them and pushes me harder against the wooden door until I’m completely at his mercy. “Beg me to go slow.”

It takes me by surprise, even though I shouldn’t be.

The fantasies might be mine, but he’s running the show, making them even more depraved and filthy.

“Please, King,” I rasp, licking my lips. “Push inside me slowly.”

“But I own your pussy. It’s mine.” He pulls out fully, holding himself still and poised at my entrance. The muscles in his forearms bunch and strain. “I should be able to fuck it however I want.”

“You’ll tear me. Please. Just this once.”

“Does my cock still scare you? Even after you took it deep in your throat?”

I’d be insane if it didn’t. The thick girth, the length, the piercings in his flesh… the thought of all of it inside me to the hilt sends a trickle of fear mixed with burning desire and curiosity.

“A little.” Running my fingers up his nape, I murmur, “I’m nervous. I’ve never been with a big guy, let alone one with piercings.”

“Fuck, darling. You shouldn’t utter things like this to a man hanging on to his last shred of control. Especially when I like you scared. When your sweet begging makes me hard.”

Despite his sinful profession, he slowly lowers my pussy down on his hard flesh one inch at a time. Slow and careful, watching my face for every little reaction. I gasp at the burn of being split apart, the sensation of his metal piercings filling and moving inside me. They hit nerves I didn’t know existed. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

“Rub your clit for me,” he grits out, eyes half-mast.

One arm around his neck, I slip the other between our bodies and touch my clit, rubbing frantically. Kingston watches pleasure swim on my face. My pussy squelches around him when he slams me down harder just a smidge.

I wince, whimpering.

He stops immediately. “You good, darling?”

I nod, spreading my fingers in a V on my pussy where his cock is halfway in, while I stroke my thumb on my clit to ease the ache at his invasion.

“Can you take more?”

“Yes, give me more.”

“Watch,” he commands and waits until I look down before whispering filthy nothings to me. “Look at how your cunt weeps for my dick. It’s hurting, but still accepting my shaft. Watch it take every filthy inch.”

Thrusting up and at the same time, he forces me down until he drives in another two inches. I’m already stretched to capacity, yet he shows me how much more my pussy can take.

Shadows of stars dance behind my vision, yet I snap my eyelids open to stare, mesmerized, as he rolls his hips and buries himself to the hilt, painstakingly slow.

Our combined sigh of satisfaction pierces the air as we stay locked.

It’s exhilarating and intoxicating being impaled by his cock.

“You’re so goddamn tight and soaked.”

His groan ignites a fire in my core and I rock my hips against him, silently urging him to move as I adjust to his size. The painful burn is long gone.

“Master.” I meet his eyes with an innocent look of my own. “Please use me.”

“Are you ready to serve me, little slave?” he roughly demands, withdrawing until only the head is in. “I’m not going to be gentle on your fuckhole for making me wait.”

“Yes, punish me.”

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