So it was a sweet surprise to have her call me by my real name.
But when she used Shine, it made me feel like she accepted the real me.
The biker who sometimes did bad things for good reasons.
Even though, likely, she didn’t have any clue about that kind of stuff just yet.
“You’re thinking really hard over there,” she teased, her eyes a little shuttered.
“I’m thinking about how you taste, and how much I want to hold you,” I admitted.
Her face softened. “Well, get to it then, mister.”
I fisted my cock that she’d been avoiding looking at, and her eyes finally went there, widening ever so slightly.
“What. The. Fuck. Is. That?” she said slowly, stunned.
I had a good laugh for about thirty seconds before saying, “My cock is pierced.”
She leaned forward until she was face to dick with it.
Then she reached forward and pressed one fingertip against the barbell.
“That… looks painful,” she confessed.
“It was painful at first. Now, not so much,” I admitted. “You ever been with a man who had a piercing before?”
She shook her head almost too excitedly, making me smirk.
“It’s called a Prince Albert,” I explained, pumping my shaft lightly for a few long seconds while I let her get used to the idea.
She licked her lips. “Why is it called a Prince Albert?”
I shrugged. “I Googled it once. They said some dead prince, Albert, had this type of piercing. I think that’s where it got its name from.”
Her eyes went from my eyes, back to my dick, then back to my eyes.
“Did it hurt?” she pushed.
I frowned, wondering what she was talking about since I’d just answered her question not even two seconds before.
“I already said…” I paused when she interrupted me with, “When you fell from heaven?”
I burst out laughing. “Woman, what in the fuck are you talking about?”
She snickered. “I was talking about the fact that you have this perfect body. Perfect tan. Perfect hair. Perfect dick with a perfect piercing in it. I mean… is it painful being that perfect all the time?”
I snorted. “Yes, it’s definitely tough. I sometimes feel as if the weight of the world is on my shoulders, remaining this perfect. That’s why I take my shirt off while at work, you know. It’s part of my godly duties, to make sure that everyone gets their full view of perfectness that day.”
She reached out and wrapped her hand around my cock.
The difference in skin color, her hand much tanner than my lighter-skinned cock, momentarily had me focusing on what I looked like, and not what it felt like to have her hand wrapped around me.
Then she started to twist the hand on my cock, milking the tip with her palm and causing a small droplet of precome to leak out of the tip. She swiped it away with her thumb.
I growled. “You feel like fuckin’ heaven.”
“Maybe I’m goddess touched,” she teased. “Maybe we’re both God’s gift to mankind.”
You’re definitely God’s gift to me.
I thought it but thank God I didn’t voice it aloud.
Because I wanted her not to freak out, and she seemed like she would be the freak-out type if I voiced my opinions too soon.
Mostly because she already had one clingy boyfriend she got rid of. It was best not to let her know just how clingy I could be so soon into this.
“Suck it,” I suggested, watching as she started to shuttle her hand down my shaft. “Lick off that drop. Try it. Maybe you won’t hate it.”
She fell backward onto the bed and pulled lightly on my cock, letting me know without words that she wanted me to come closer to her mouth.
I did, getting so close that my cock practically dragged across her lips.
She opened her mouth and stuck that little red tongue out, swiping the droplet of precome off the tip where it’d rolled down to the underside.
“Any more than that,” she warned. “And I’m gonna barf all over you. Just make sure before you go…”
To pull out. Goddamn, that would be tough work, leaving the heated expanse of her mouth. Yet I’d do it, because I wanted to keep getting her mouth on my cock, and if I had to keep following her rules to do it, then I’d be a straight-A student.
Those words should’ve caused my dick to deflate in an instant, yet it didn’t.
She wiggled, licking her lips in the process, and said, “You’re gonna have to do the work in this position. It’s not like I can sit there and move my head much besides up, and I already did my ab work for the day.”
I snorted, moving to where I was straddling her torso.
When I had myself perfectly placed with my knees up underneath her armpits, I once again brought my cock to her mouth.
When she parted her lips, I bent over, leaning my big body over her face, and latched onto the headboard.
She rolled her tongue around my cockhead, then moaned when I slowly fed more of my cock inside of her.
Her hands came up and cupped my ass, her sharp little fingernails digging in deep to my ass.
She closed her mouth around my shaft and hollowed out her mouth as she sucked hard.
I felt like my cock was being devoured as I pushed and pulled, clenching my ass cheeks with each measured thrust.
When I felt like she needed a break, I pulled back, my gaze once again going to her eyes that I hadn’t realized were fixed on me.
“You okay?” I asked, feeling as if I’d run a mile and not force-fed her my cock for thirty seconds.
She licked her lips, which happened to be very close to my cock, and ended up taking a small swipe of my tip.
I felt that fuckin’ touch in my spine as tingles started to race up along it.
“Yes,” she replied huskily. “You’re big.”
I was.
But not that big.
Not big enough that…
“And that barbell feels really weird on the back of my throat,” she murmured, her eyes leaving my gaze to fall on my cock. “And it tastes odd, which is masking the taste of your precome.”
I laughed when she bit her lip.
What was she thinking?
Was she thinking about how it would feel inside of her like I was?
Was she thinking about how it would drag along the length of her pussy walls…
“I need to be inside of you,” I told her. “You got a condom?”
A look of utter horror washed over her.
“No,” she whispered hoarsely. “I don’t.”
I chuckled. “I’ll see if I can find some.”
When I got off of her body, it was with the assurance that I would be back.
Sadly, I didn’t find any in my bathroom, my wallet, or any of my drawers.
When I backed away from my dresser with a look of horror myself, it was to see her sitting up in the bed, a look of sadness coming over her.
“I’m not on the pill,” she grumbled.
I thought about my brother out in the kitchen and grinned. “My brother might have some in his wallet.”
She frowned, and those cute little lines between her eyebrows formed. “Isn’t he in a committed relationship?”
I shrugged, not caring to go into it. “Yes. I just know they use condoms. Don’t ask me why, because I don’t know. I just saw them in their medicine cabinet when I was over once.”