Page 110 of Too Safe

“I owe you a ride.”

He holds the condom deftly between two fingers, showing it off, then he maintains eye contact as he rolls it down his erect length.

Once sheathed, he juts his chin, encouraging me to line him up at my entrance.

“Get on my dick. I need to be inside you.”

The feeling is mutual.

“I might need a minute to adjust,” I warn, teasing him between the lips of my pussy. I’m so gone for him—hot, horny, and soaked—but he’s impressively large, and I’m only human.

I tease him by lowering just an inch, then lifting up and off.

His hands roam over my chest and stomach, his fingers gripping my hips as he blows out slow, measured breaths.

When I finally sink down and take him fully, we moan in unison.

The angle is exquisite against my inner walls. He feels even better on my clit.

His pubic piercing lines up perfectly, as if our bodies were made to fit together like this. My eyes are fixed on the spot where we connect as I shift my weight forward to see how it feels.

“Holy shit,” I murmur, loving the way the press of the warm metal amplifies all sensation. I don’t know which pleasure point to focus on first. I’m so full, yet I’m desperate to take him even deeper and get as close to his piercing as possible.

“You like that, Hot Girl?”

He’s wearing a grin that tells me he already knows the answer.

As much as I love his smile, I’ve learned that sometimes he wears it like a mask. I don’t want to downplay the significance of this moment: what it means to me, and what I hope it means to him.

“Did I mention how much I want you?” I whisper, scraping my nails through his hair before wrapping my arms around his neck. I rest my forehead on his, holding him close, just savoring the way he feels inside me.

“You may have mentioned it,” he murmurs, his smile softer. His kisses slow as he relaxes back into my touch. His mouth savors my skin as he moves along my collarbone in reverent strokes.

There’s heat and desire thrumming between us. But there’s also this deep sense of ease. I’ve never been so comfortable with another person—so willing to open up and so eager to know more. I want to know him. I want to discover what he likes, what he fears; his dreams and goals; what he envisions for his future.

I want to know everything. And in a surprising twist, I want him to know me.

“I want you, Nicky,” I repeat. “I want to ride you and come all over your cock. Tell me if anything hurts, okay?”

He grunts in acknowledgment, grazing his hands along my inner thighs. His thumbs caress higher, and we both watch, transfixed, as he spreads me open. The contrast between my needy pink pussy and his trimmed dark hair is mesmerizing.

I’ve never seen anything so erotic—the way he’s holding me open, exposing my clit, then thrusting up and grinding against me so the warm metal of his piercing rubs me just right.

“Look at that perfect fucking fit,” he grunts, fixated on his cock as I take him on another thrust. “Look how pretty you look riding me like you own me.”

I smirk down at him, inexplicably turned on by the way he submits and lets me take the lead. Sometimes I want to be claimed and fucked hard. Other times, I want to do the claiming.

“You feel so good,” I pant, running my hands through my hair as I roll my hips forward again. “I can’t believe how deep you are right now.”

“Yes, you can. You were made for this cock. You’re doing so good, baby.Fuck. Grind that pussy all over me.”

I find my rhythm, but the sensation of his piercing keeps distracting me in the best possible way. It’s not long before I’m shamelessly grinding back and forth, chasing my own pleasure.

He digs his thumbs into my hips, guiding my body as I thrust hard and lean forward.

“Locke… Fuck… Locke, I’m going to…”

“Do it. Come on my dick. Give it to me, Joey. I want to feel you drip all the way down to my balls.”

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