All the Pretty Poses (Pretty #2)(39)
Author: M. Leighton

He’s not wearing any underwear and my breath sticks in my throat when I come face to face with his enormous cock. I’d forgotten how big it is. That hasn’t changed. But one thing has. There, going through the smooth, round head of his penis, is a gold-stud barbell.

I’m fascinated as I look at it. I raise my hand to stroke it with one fingertip. He jerks in response.

“Do you like that?” he asks softly. “It’s called a Prince Albert piercing.” He exhales, the end of his breath rising in a hiss. “I can’t wait to show you what it feels like when I rub you from the inside with it. I want you screaming my name when you come.” Reese’s voice is like rough velvet rasping along my skin, touching me in all the right places.

I lean forward to swirl my tongue around the studs. His answering groan and the way his fingers curl into my hair send moisture pouring into my panties.

When I close my lips around the head, Reese twitches, reaching to pull me to my feet and up into his arms. His lips crush mine in a kiss that I fear might set me on fire if it weren’t for the puddle of water I’m standing in.

Reese kicks off his pants the rest of the way and swings my legs off the floor to lay me down on the wet stage. The cool water at my back has my ni**les puckering into painfully tight nubs, which Reese attacks with his lips and his tongue and his teeth. He lifts his chest off me and I feel his hands pulling at my skirt, shoving it and my panties down my legs. He even drags the warmers from my calves.

As soon as I’m practically bare beneath him, his mouth is on the move. He kisses and caresses a hot path down my stomach to the triangle between my legs. My whole world seems centered on that one spot and how much I need to feel his touch there. He nuzzles me with his face, but the touch is light and brief, giving me no relief.

Just before I give in and beg him to put an end to my misery, Reese rolls me onto my stomach. The cold water hits every surface of my front and makes me gasp. The skin of my backside is still cool from lying on the wet stage, making the first touch of Reese’s hot mouth almost painful. His tongue at the base of my spine sends shivers through me and the feel of his scorching palms on the curves of my hips steals my breath.

Reese spreads his fingers around my hipbones, tugging them up off the floor, arching my lower body toward him. He drags his lips alongside the crease of my butt before nudging my legs apart. There is a pause where my heart completely stops inside my chest before I feel his lips at my entrance.

I’m helpless against the onslaught of his torture. Reese holds me spread before him, his lips and tongue working white-hot magic between my folds and over my clit as his thumb delves just into my entrance, only to back out again. All I can do is lie prone beneath him, rocking against his mouth as he brings me to the edge.

Just as my orgasm breaks, as though he could taste it hit, Reese rolls me over onto my back, throws my legs over his shoulders and buries his face against me, licking and sucking and fingering me through the waves of my release.

Before my body can completely recover, Reese rises and sits back on his haunches then slides between my legs. I look up at him, his eyes like aqua coals burning from the center of his ravenous face, and I know there is more to come. Much more.

“That piercing that you were so interested in,” he begins gruffly, “I want you to feel it rub you on the inside you while you look into my face. I want to see the flash of gold slide in and out of you. I want to see your come dripping off of it.”

I feel my muscles contract at his words, grasping at him where he sits at my entrance. My mind is fuzzy with passion, but one thing shines through, like the bright light of panic breaking through early-morning fog.

“I don’t have a condom,” I admit breathlessly.

“You don’t need one. I’ve had a vasectomy.”

I know I’ll feel differently about that later, but right now, I only feel relief. And a surge of desire at his next words. “God, how glad I am for that. I want to feel every inch of you, every drop. And I want you to feel every inch of me, stretching you tight, shooting come deep inside you.”

“Oh, god,” I moan, tightening my legs around Reese.

I watch him as he reaches down and spreads my folds, his fingers massaging my clit as he teases my entrance with his thick head. I glance down and see the light glinting off the golden stud and I feel more heat gush into my core.

“Now, Reese,” I plead.

“I need to go slow. I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, his voice strained as he guides his tip into me, still toying with my most sensitive part.

My mouth falls open as I watch the gold stud disappear into me. He eases it ever so slightly in and out in short, choppy strokes. I can feel the gold balls moving against me, the kind of friction that makes my belly tighten and brings me one step closer to absolute annihilation. I rock my hips toward Reese, trying to take in more of him, but I meet resistance. He’s just so big.

“Easy. After you adjust to me, I’ll give you what you want. I’ll give it to you until you beg me to stop.”

I’m panting. I’m dizzy with what he’s doing to me, with the bright spotlight shining into my eyes, with the voracious look on Reese’s face.

I lift myself up onto my elbows, certain that I can’t take one more second. Reese grunts and I see his jaw clench. “Kennedy,” he warns, stilling himself with just a couple of inches inside me.

“Reese, I can’t wait. Please.”

I know I look desperate. I know I sound desperate. I can hear it in my voice, the needs of my body leeching out into my tone. But I feel like the world might explode around me if Reese doesn’t fill me. Completely fill me.

I can hear his heavy breathing. I can see the sheen of perspiration on his forehead where he’s holding back. His eyes search mine. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” I reply without hesitation.

After only a short pause, Reese leans forward, pulls my left leg over his shoulder and thrusts hard into me. For a moment, I feel faint the pleasure is so intense. His overwhelming presence inside me is pure ecstasy and with the friction of the studs as he pulls out and thrusts back in, even deeper if that’s possible, I tumble right back over the edge.

My gasp melts into a strangled moan and Reese pumps his hips, surging into me as my body clenches around him. “That’s it, baby. Come hard.” He’s unrelenting as he drives me through my second orgasm.

It’s as I lie limply beneath him that I feel him pull out in one slow stroke and I look down at him. Reese is rubbing the tip of his finger over the studs. His c**k is glistening with my want and, now, so is his finger.