Aware, he was waiting for my answer, but unable to form words because my mouth suddenly dried like sand in the desert, all I could do was nod.
“This is why,” Hendrixx announced, then pulled his jeans down and over his hips, and I swear a gasp left my lips without permission.
The sight in front of me was nothing short of remarkable and just a bit frightening.
Hendrixx stood there his jeans at mid-thigh and bobbing out like a proud flag pole was his enormous erect dick. It had to be at least eight inches long with a girth that made my jaw ache just wondering how I was going to cope with it in my mouth. However, it wasn’t just the impressive and daunting sight of his hard penis that was concerning, at the end of the purple and engorged head were four silver balls on the outside of the head that held my attention.
“Wha—what … what is that?” I blurted out, pointing at his dick like it was a snake ready to strike at me. Which was quite apt considering the way it was jutting out and twitching at me. Licking my lips, I stared harder, not even realising I had moved to be closer to him and it for a better look.
Hendrixx let out a low painful moan, his dick jerking again.
“Please baby, don’t lick your lips, he is in enough pain as it is. It’s a piercing, and it is called a magic cross. Basically, it is two piercings, an Ampallang and an Apadravya performed to make a cross around the head,” he explained in a deep voice, his hand going to the base and grabbing hold of it to keep it still so I could get a better look.
“Why?” I asked, falling to my knees, getting eye level with it, intrigued at the jewellery I had to reach out and stroke one of the silver balls.
“Um, oh god, sweetheart, fuck. Um … because it is good for the woman and it … oh god helps make the orgasm better, more intense.” His voice shook, and I had to look up at him to see what was wrong. His face contorted his jaw clenched tight and his forehead had a fine sheen of sweat breaking out.
“Drixx?”
“Blake, your face is centimetres from my dick, which means your mouth is, I can feel your warm breath on my shaft.” His voice held a warning, but I also heard a plea mixed with it.
My inner tease chose that moment to come out and play, if I was going to tempt Hendrixx to go further with me, then I had to go further than I ever had in my life.
“Oh, so if I did this—” leaning forward, I puckered my lips and blew gently on the angry head of his dick, “ and this—” slipping the tip of my tongue past my lips I boldly licked one of the silver balls, making sure to sweep it briefly on his skin, surprised at the smoothness of it.
“Fuck.” His guttural groan thrilled my lady parts, and now I understood why he liked my moans so much, they were like a caress to my pussy.
Empowered by my newfound bravery, I licked at the head of his cock then around the edges making sure to wet the balls as I went.
“Hmmm, I had no idea it would be so smooth, so warm. What is that salty taste at the tip?” Again Hendrixx growled, his hand still at the base of his cock squeezing hard at the length, what he was doing? I had no idea, I just hoped he wasn’t hurting himself.
“Pre-cum, it happens during sex naturally. Helps with … fuck … helps the going in easier for the woman. Me not so much right now,” he offered, still sounding pained and aroused at the same time.
“It’s nice,” I said, swiping at the slit at the top once more, “can I taste it when it comes out too?” The question was barely out before Hendrixx grabbed me by the armpits and hauled me to my feet, his dick brushing against my belly as he pulled me up.
“Yes, you fucking can taste it, you can have a whole mouthful if you desire, but first,” Hendrixx grunted low before reaching for my shoulders, ripping the straps of my bra from there, and pulling my bra down releasing my breasts, leaving the garment bunched at my waist.
“Jesus Christ in heaven. Blake, you are a picture of beauty,” Hendrixx breathed, his head going straight for one breast, taking the nipple into his mouth, he pulled it deep into the warm recess, his tongue working in unison to create the most exquisite torture.
I could feel him squirming around his movements hurried, then I figured out he was getting out of his boots and jeans. Thank god.
“I didn’t mean to make you feel bad about yourself baby, and while I understand why you went there, don’t you ever doubt yourself again, my feelings for you, or how you affect me, understand? They are beyond contestation even by you, Blake,” he growled around my nipple. Releasing it with a pop, he cupped my mound, his fingers slipping under the gusset, and tugged the lace thong down my thighs, as he did I reached for the clasp of my bra bunched at my waist and removed it.
“Now, I have to go and knock out all the men that heard you speak about your orgasms before they start imagining you sucking a dick. Everything about you belongs to me Blake, even your sexual desires and frustrations. Got it.”
Thick fingers brushed over my pussy, giving me a tantalising taste of what was to come. Allowing that monster between his legs did have me worried that it was either going to fit or tear me in half. The latter seemed more likely.
“Such a caveman,” I squeaked when one finger moved through my folds
