Part 49 (1/2)
”Oh s.h.i.+t,” I pan, punching my hips backward to meet his every thrust. My eyes are shut tight and I'm just feeling so good everywhere right now.
s.e.x is the best thing ever.
He begins to finger my c.l.i.t faster, drive into me harder, and soon my moans are s.n.a.t.c.hed away, and all I can do is leave my mouth open in a silent scream until I find my voice again.
”Oh f.u.c.k, Pierce, f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k, no, no, no!”
I'm panting the words, but he continues to drive himself into me, drive me toward oblivion. His fingers work magic on my c.l.i.t, dance above my nubbin, and I'm just helpless, powerless, as he plucks strings of pleasure I never knew existed.
”Come for me, Pen,” he groans. ”Come all over my c.o.c.k. I want to feel you come.”
”Don't stop,” I gasp.
”I can smell your p.u.s.s.y. You smell so f.u.c.king good.”
”Don't stop!”
”Yeah,” he groans, slamming into me over and over. ”Yeah, you f.u.c.king love this don't you?”
”Oh G.o.d,” I gurgle.
”Come for me, Pen. I want to hear it!”
I make some kind of sound as he thrusts into me again and again, fingers my c.l.i.t perfectly. I'm right there, on the edge, on the precipice, about to dive into oblivion. The spring I feel coiled inside me is going to explode. I feel it in my belly, a pressure, and I'm right at the limit.
He drives himself into me, and it's just what I need. I o.r.g.a.s.m, hard, and I'm soaring in orbit, and I'm bathed in bliss. Ecstasy crashes over my body like waves at the sea.
”Fuuuuuuuck!” I cry as my whole body tightens, as I feel a pleasure the likes of which I've never felt before. It's so intense, so white hot.
”Oooooooohh,” I moan at the top of my lungs as he drives me through it, as he makes it last impossibly long. My whole body is on the verge of cramping, and I'm gripping at the sheets, my toes are curling hard around nothing, and I'm shaking and trembling and writhing and wriggling.
And I'm in heaven.
I hear him groan, feel his whole body tighten behind me, and as my ca.n.a.l clenches around his c.o.c.k, I feel it swell inside me, grow thicker.
It twitches inside me, and he lets out a deep, rumbling sound of pleasure as his c.o.c.k fires again and again, as he empties himself into the condom, as bliss of his own wracks his body, sends him spiraling into a vortex of pleasure.
And then it's over, and I'm coming down the other side, panting, heaving, sweating, dizzy. My elbows shake, buckle, and I fall onto the bed face first. He's taken his fingers off my c.l.i.t and he thrusts into me one more time before stopping.
He falls onto me, wraps me up with his arms, and he kisses the back of my neck and shoulders, making me break out in gooseb.u.mps.
”Oh, that felt good,” I pant. I wipe sweat from my forehead and upper lip. Our bodies are clammy, sticking together, hot with s.e.x sweat.
He begins to pull out of me, and I s.h.i.+ver as he does so, once again feeling that gaping emptiness. And then he lies down on the bed next to me, and I turn to face him. He holds me in his arms, tight against his body, and he kisses me.
We stay lip-locked for long, kissing, tonguing, and the he leans up, looks at me out of hungry eyes.
”Again.”
I look at his c.o.c.k, and notice that it's still rock hard.
”You need to change your condom.”
Chapter Nineteen.
Penny's body is so s.e.xy. I trace her soft skin with a finger, running it over the curve of her hips, her generous a.s.s. She wiggles it playfully, and so I slap her a.s.s cheek.
That's when I notice the tattoo. It's the first time I've seen it. It's in the nook of her knee. I can't believe I didn't notice it before.
”This one must have hurt,” I say, rubbing my index finger over the tattoo. The skin is completely smooth and un-textured; the tattoo is not new.
It's of a penguin, except it has a bright orange bill, almost like a cartoon. ”I thought you said you did them all yourself? How could you reach this?”
”This one I didn't,” she says, looking over her shoulder at me. Her hair is pulled to one side. With her lips parted just a little bit, I feel a surge of blood to my c.o.c.k. Penny is s.e.xy as f.u.c.k. I could mount her again right now.
The bare skin of her back pulls me like a magnet, and I sidle up her body, press my teeth into the skin of her shoulder.
”Who did it?”
”Why?”
”Well, f.u.c.k Pen, because I want to know. Why else?”
”I used to hang out at a shop,” she explains. ”They did apprentices.h.i.+ps and courses regularly. So, I let someone do their first tattoo on me.”
It impresses me, the fact that she'd take that kind of risk. One slip, one f.u.c.k up, and she's got a bad tattoo forever... maybe we're not so different after all.
”Isn't it a bit crazy to let someone unskilled give you a tattoo?”
”It's crazier that you earn buckets of money to trade punches in a cage. It's just a man-sized c.o.c.k-fight.”
”I like it when you're nasty.”
”She did a great job, though. The shape of the penguin is spot on.”
I look at the tattoo again. I can't see anything wrong with it. The proportions are perfect, and while the style is a little cuter than I'd like, it's good body art.
”She must have had a good hand.”
”She did.”
”As good as yours?”