Page 28 of Mine for 24 Hella-Hours
Fireworks are going rampant; sending shock currents of electricity to my clit, core, navel, and my breasts. I feel as though an exorcism is being formed on my body. I’m pulsing with fervent craving.
Slowly, I descend and open my eyes to welcome the man responsible for my undoing.
His heated stare is enough to send me into another turmoil.
“You’re incredible,” he rubs my cheek with his thumb.
A praise that warms my heart.
“Let’s take you to shower.” He tucks me to his front and gently puts me down onto my feet, holding my hand to steady my wobbly knees.
“But we h—“
Placing his fingers around mine, he nudges me to follow him. “Shhh, come.”
I hone in on the sharp strokes of the two dragons weaving at his back and hugging his shoulder blades. All the fabric that was attached to his frame is in a pile on the floor, showcasing his delicious ass.
Every rigid curve of his muscular body is a work of art. Covered in tattoos. His abs are sculpted to perfection, glitching to a deep V.
My pulse is spiking up.
I’m salivating, licking my lips back and forth to the sight of his fully, erected cock and the curved barbell piercing the tip.
The showerhead above us sprays our naked bodies. Leisurely, damping my hair. He lets the stream flow from him to me tenderly like he shields me from it.
His palms brush through his scalp, rub his eyes with the water skidding down his tattooed column.
I’m enthralled by his marvelous beauty.
“Are you on the pill?” light-pink hue powder his cheeks as he gets closer to me, lingering from above.
“Yes, I’m clean too.” I want to feel him. Every piece of him and his warmth.
I’ve never allowed any man to have me without a condom before. Not that there were many participants. But the piercing might tear the condom even if I demanded it. I’m trying to wrap my head around the cravings I have for Luka. It may be wrong, yet, this night is meant for experiencing something different. I may not get this chance again.
“I’m clean too.” He confirms the silent question.
My red lips demand, “Fuck me, Luka.”
His mouth presses to mine, conquering my breath and making it his like I’m his oxygen, and without it, he won’t be able to function.
Nimble fingers mold into my hips as he spins me to push my front against the glass doors of the shower, stamping our handprints on the steamy transparent glass.
The cool metal of the piercing invades my opening, and in one merciless thrust, his thick cock is inside me. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.” He whispers in my ear.
The force of his thrusts in and out of my tight hole is a delicious invasion. The piercing is reaching a spot I never knew existed before. Tingling my insides and arousing every sensation in my body.
“When I shower again, and steam is rolling around, your handprints will be a reminder of when I buried my cock so deep inside you, my name was a scream escaping your lips.”
He plays with my clit masterfully. My moans become louder on the verge of a scream, while I’m being stuffed to my core.
Gripping my jaw, he tilts my head backward—biting my lips roughly and ravaging my mouth with his tongue, matching the strokes to the rhythm of the cock pummeling within my clamping walls.
He withdraws his delicious pierced cock for a long second, I arch my back as he thrusts himself back in with a rattling force. The piercing elicits an erotic sensation within my depth that’s rubbing the right spot, while his teeth scrape at my neck, sucking to the point he is going to leave a bruise.
He pulls out again, spinning me to face him, and lifts me to straddle his waist while his veiny, thick cock is digging between us. “Fuck wildflower, I want you.”
Droplets of water cascade down his black hair onto my face.
