“When it comes to you, I’m feeling really fucking ambitious.”
Within seconds, I was kneeling over her. We weren’t touching an inch of skin yet, and already my dick throbbed and demanded to be inside her.
One of my very favorite things about Elle was the fact that she wasn’t shy or hesitant. She lifted her hand from where she’d been teasing us both and went straight for my balls.
The woman was one of a kind.
“Jesus, Elle,” I groaned as she cupped them. My cock was already rock hard, but now my balls were following suit as they rose toward the base of my dick.
“I even think your balls are sexy. That can’t be normal.”
With Elle, there would never be a dull moment.
“I ain’t complaining. But my cock is feeling lonely.”
I reached down and covered her hand with mine, unwrapping her fingers and sliding her palm up the length of my dick. Her fingers closed around me, and I’d found paradise.
Only two strokes and I had to pull her hand away.
“I wanted this to last. Take my time with you. But you’re blowing my plans straight out of the water.”
“I’m not complaining,” she breathed, a smile curving her face.
“I’m guessing you’re not, considering the way you just went for it. Hope you know what you’ve unleashed.”
“Bring it, pawn star.”
I’d never had a woman challenge me in bed—beg me or tease me? Sure. But challenge and taunt until all my alpha instincts were poised to break free and charge? Never.
From Elle, I fucking loved it.
She spurred me on, pushed my arousal to the next level.
I grabbed a condom and tore it open with my teeth.
I didn’t like giving up control in the bedroom, but when Lord stared down at me, blue eyes blazing as he slid the condom down over his cock, I decided that whatever he wanted to do with me, I’d be more than on board.
He had this intensity, this single-minded focus, this … everything.
I waited, not sure if he was just going to spread my legs and slam home … or if he was going to tease the ever-loving hell out of me for a bit longer before I finally got to experience that monster of a cock.
Thick and perfectly veined—it was the biggest I’d ever seen. And then there was the matter of the two silver balls winking at me from just above the base.
“I can’t believe you’re pierced.”
His smile was slow and lazy. “You’ll like it.”
“Pierced and tatted … and sexy as hell.”
The smile turned up a notch. “And you’re neither and still the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I’ve thought about it … just never could decide.”
Lord’s hand landed on my hip and climbed up my ribcage to cup my breast. His thumb swept over the nipple, and it puckered even harder.
I arched into his hand as he plucked and tugged.
“You ever decide, you let me know. Can’t improve on perfection, but these would look fucking hot pierced.”
It was something I’d considered, but right now I just wanted his other hand on my nipple and that piercing of his teasing my clit.
“Okay.”
He must have sensed my need—maybe it was the fact that I was writhing on the bed beneath him? Because he pulled back and gripped the base of his cock, giving it a hard tug.
“I gotta be inside you.” My head bobbed in agreement as he fit the head to my entrance, and thrust home.
Everything in my world contracted to shades of Lord.
My body tensed at the sudden invasion—he was so damn big—but miracle of miracles, since I was so wet from my orgasms earlier, he slid deep with no resistance.
“Omigod,” I breathed.
“Fucking hell, you’re so goddamn tight.” He threw his head back, and his Adam’s apple worked along his strong throat as he froze above me. “Jesus.” Dropping his head forward, he met my eyes. “This is gonna be a helluva ride.”
I nodded, I think. Maybe? I lost track of everything when he started to thrust. Streaks of pleasure zipped through me, and I wondered if I could spontaneously combust from orgasm. Every move sent me higher, and the piercing ground against my clit on the down strokes, sending fireworks of sensation bursting out and shimmering through every nerve ending.
“Wrap your legs around my hips.”
I didn’t bristle at the order. Hell no. Because whatever he wanted from me, as long as I kept feeling like this, I’d do it in an instant.
In the new position, my pelvis tilted up, and Lord drove deeper, harder, and faster. Pleasure coiled and tightened in me until it was poised to snap.
“Touch yourself. I want to see those fingers on that sweet little clit of yours.”
Again, I followed orders, gladly. Within seconds, I was unraveling.
“Fuuuck,” Lord groaned. “You’re gonna take me there before I’m ready.”
When he stilled, I whimpered. “Don’t stop. Please. I don’t care. I just want more.”
Lord’s lips found my neck, nipping, sucking, and biting his way up my jaw, to my lips. His tongue slipped into my mouth, his hips pulled back, and he fucked me with the same intensity that he kissed me.
All the sensations collided harder and faster. The feel of his cock, pistoning away. The added perfection of the piercing. His hands—one gripping my ass and the other buried my hair. And then his growled words.
“So fucking perfect. I’ll never get enough.”
I shattered.
Lord’s shout matched mine, and he thrust once, twice, and a final time before stilling above me, pulsing his release inside me.