“You’re pierced,” she breathed out. “Well, this just got interesting.”
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Yeah, his dick was pierced. A nice Prince Albert through the crown of his penis ensured for a wild ride for both of them. “You ever been with a man who had this going on?” Booshie wasn’t vain in any sense, but he was a man and knew his dick was long and thick.
Once he had it inside her, there was no doubt in his mind he’d stretch her pussy good and wide and make her come harder than she ever had before. She certainly looked primed for him, but the test would be to see if her pussy was nice and juicy for him.
“I’ve been with men who had piercings before, but none in the southern region.” She was still playing with her nipples, and he liked that she hadn’t stopped even though she looked surprised when he pulled himself out. But then again, Naggie didn’t look like she shocked very easily, or at least he hoped she didn’t.
He moved closer to her, and she dropped her arms by her sides. The sight of her breasts right in front of him, aching to be sucked on, touched, and worshipped, screamed out at him. He cupped each mound, squeezed the soft, firm flesh, and then lowered his head and sucked a nipple in his mouth. She tasted so damn good that he couldn’t stop the groan that left him.
Alternating between her left and right breasts, Booshie was a fiend for her flesh and had to force himself to take a step back. Without thinking any longer, and feeling this beast rise inside him, he made quick work of getting her out of her tight jeans. The panties she wore were these little white ones and almost innocent in appearance.
He gripped her waist and turned her around so her chest was pressed to the door.
“Booshie.”
Dammit, he loved it when she moaned out his name, and he really fucking loved that her panties were nothing more than a white string right between the globes of her ass. “Naggie, baby, you got an ass on you that goes on for miles.” He brought his palm down on her left cheek, and the resounding crack filled the room.
Again, she was a little thing compared to most women he went after, but her tits and bottom were made to be worshipped. He alternated from the left to her right butt cheek, loving the way the mounds jiggled and her flesh started to turn red. She was holding onto the molding, digging her nails into the wood as he continued to spank her ass hard enough that his hand was stinging and had the outline of his fingers on her creamy skin.
But she didn’t complain, didn’t tell him to stop, and in fact kept giving out these little breathy moans that had this need inside him intensifying and climbing to a blistering height. He shoved his pants all the way down and stepped out of them, and then he grabbed his cock again and started stroking himself with one hand as he palmed a cheek of her rear with the other.
“Look at this ass.” Taking the string that was between the cheeks and pulling it out and away from her, he got down on his haunches and leaned in close.
“I wish you’d stop talking, Booshie.” She looked over her shoulder and down at him.
He glanced up at the same time he spread her ass apart. He might have the thong pushed to the side, but it was still in his way. With a small amount of strength, he tore the material away from her and let it fall to the ground.
“I’m done talking, baby.” He leaned in and started licking her pussy over and over again until she finally spread her legs wider and popped her ass out. Booshie tightened his hands on the mounds of her bottom and ate her out like he was a fucking starving man and she was the only thing that could sate his appetite. “Tell me you’ll let me do whatever the hell I want, baby.” He flattened his tongue and ran it up her cleft. He repeated the action and then started sucking on her hard little clit.
“I want you to do whatever you want to me.” The sound of her nails digging into the wood filled his head. Small mewling noises left her the harder and faster he sucked at her clit. She was putty in his hands, and that was just the way he fucking liked it.
The need to be with her, and the fact that every time he had seen her the desire to bend her over and shove his dick into her tight little body, made him insane with lust. She was strong and had willpower to rival any member of the MC, but right now, they were both nothing but animals who had this very physical and primal urge that needed to be taken care of right the fuck now.
There was no denying or running when it came to them finally getting it on. It was inevitable. He didn’t deny himself any longer. He stood, not having nearly enough of her sweet cunt but wanting to move this along, because his dick felt like it was about to explode. He turned her around so she faced him once more, took the back of her head again with a hand in her hair, and squeezed the strands in his fingers.
She moaned out, and the look she gave him was one that had pre-cum slipping from his cockhead. He tilted her head so her neck was bared and claimed her mouth once more. A grunt of pleasure left him at the first touch of his lips to hers, but he wasn’t gentle with her. He
