Page 5 of Wicked Sinner
Her eyes go wide. She doesn’t move. And I drop my hand, cupping my palm around the back of her head as I pull her to me for a kiss.
The moment that my mouth crushes against hers, I feel a surge of arousal like nothing I’ve felt in recent memory. When people talk about sparks, about chemistry, I realize, they meanthis. Her mouth is soft and full against mine, parting on a gasp as I kiss her, and I slide my tongue into her mouth without pausing, claiming it for my own.
Desire burns through me, hot as a wildfire, and my cock is rock-hard in an instant, straining painfully against the fly of my jeans as I devour her mouth like a starving man.
Her hands fly up to my chest, and I think for a minute she’s going to push me away, but she only grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me closer.
Fuck, this is really happening.Somehow, this is a thousand times hotter than if I’d picked up a woman from a bar or club, some dolled-up girl out in a short, skimpy dress looking to get fucked. Bridget wasn’t looking for that tonight, but she’s pressed up against me anyway, back arched as I sweep my tongue through her mouth and slide my hand down to wrap her braid around my fist.
I’m seized with the desire to see how far I can push her. How much she’ll do before she stops or slaps me. I tug downward, my other hand going to her shoulder as I urge her down to her knees, and she resists for a moment, her eyes flying open as she breaks the kiss.
“I—”
“Come on,bellissima,” I purr, her hair still wrapped around my fist. “Get on your knees for me so I can fuck that pretty mouth. I promise you’ll like what I have for you to play with.”
Her eyes widen, and I’d bet all ten grand I paid her for the work on the car that no man has ever spoken to her like that. I feel a moment’s more hesitation in her, as if she’s struggling over something within herself—and then, to my surprise, she sinks down in front of me, her hands going to the button of my jeans as she drops to her knees on the concrete floor.
I let out a hiss of pleasure between my teeth as she runs her palm over the thick ridge of my straining cock, her brows drawing together in a brief moment of confusion as she feels me. I grin down at her, tugging lightly at her braid.
“Take my cock out,bellissima.You’ll like it, I promise.”
Her eyes are narrowed, but I can see a glint of curiosity there. She reaches up, dragging down my zipper, her long fingers slipping into the opening of my jeans to slide my cock free. The moment her fingers close around me to draw me out, I see her eyebrows shoot up, her eyes going wider than I’ve seen them before as I slide free and she sees my thick length for the first time.
All nine inches of it—and the row of bright metal piercings running down the shaft, all six of them. A reckless decision made on a bender when I was nineteen, and one I’ve never regretted, purely for the look on every woman’s face the first time they see my cock.
Hers is astonished. As if she’s not only never seen something like this before, but never imagined it, either.
“Go ahead,bellissima,” I purr, sliding my fingers down to tug the tie free from her braid so I can loosen her hair. “Play all you like. I promise, it doesn’t bite.”
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BRIDGET
Ican’t believe what I’m seeing.
I’m far from experienced when it comes to men and their cocks, but I’ve never seen one like this before—and that wasbeforeI realized he was pierced.That’ssomething I never even imagined, let alone have seen firsthand.
I can’t quite believe I’m actually doing this. That I’m on my knees in my garage, doors flung open so anyone driving by could see—although it’s unlikely anyone will—my fingers wrapped around a man’s cock who I met less than an hour ago.
I’ve never done anything like this.
I’m not agoodgirl, exactly, but I’m not a one-night-stand kind of girl either. I need at least a few dates before I roll into bed with someone. I certainly don’t fuck men whose names I just learned.
Am I really going to fuck him?
I think I am. Why not? What’s the worst thing that could happen? I’m never going to see him again after tonight. He’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, and even if he’s a bit of an asshole, that doesn’t stop him from being breathtakingly hot, with a cock that belongs on the body of a god.
He’s huge. Long and thick, with those metal piercings running down the taut length of his shaft. I swallow hard, trailing my fingers over them, feeling the bars beneath his velvety skin and teasing the balls on either side, until Caesar sucks in a breath and twists his hand in my hair.
While I was staring at his cock, he undid my hair. It’s loose around my shoulders now, part of it wrapped around his hand, and he uses it to tug my mouth closer to his swollen cockhead, a pearl of pre-cum gleaming at the tip.
“You can play,” he growls, his voice rougher now. “But let me feel that tongue,bellissima, before I lose my patience and fuck your face.”
I can’t believe I’m letting him talk to me like this. Twenty minutes ago, I was about to call the cops because he demanded I fix his car, and now I’m on my knees, listening to him order me to suck his cock. Butfuck—it’s turning me on. I’m aching between my thighs, and I can feel that I’ve soaked through my panties already. I’m so wet, dying for him to fuck me, and I know he’s going to.
He’s going to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before, and I’m on my knees right now because I know I’ll regret it for the rest of my life if I don’t find out what it’s like.
There’s another piercing curving through the tip of his cock. I flick my tongue out against the hot, swollen flesh, tasting the salt of his pre-cum, and his hand tightens in my hair, a groan spilling from his lips that seems to vibrate through my body.
