“Not until it’s in my mouth.”
Chapter Six
Grant
My dick hardened near the point of pain when I saw the silver barbel that pierced her clit.
“I showed you mine; now show me yours.”
I obeyed, pulling myself out for her inspection. I squeezed the base and stroked upward, bumping into the frenum piercing below the crown. Precum oozed out of the slit, dribbling over my fingers. Did I ever imagine I’d get my dick pierced? No, but after one too many drinks on Sixth Street in Austin and some childish taunting from my girlfriend, I woke up the following day with a tender dick and Kiyah walking awkwardly like a crab with her legs spread and the hotel’s ice bucket. The fucked up part was that we couldn’t have sex for several weeks due to healing, and upcoming exams and extracurriculars left us busy and constantly missing one another.
While she was distracted by my leaking dick, I retrieved cool metal from my pocket.
“Grant… don’t do this,” she whispered.
“You know the deal, Kiyah,” I said firmly, looking up at her with her wedding band in my hand. I wanted to have sex with my wife, and she needed to be reminded of what she meant to me.
She knows the rules; this ring isn’t supposed to leave her finger whenever she’s in our home.
She slipped the ring onto her finger and admired it for several seconds. I took advantage of her nostalgia and leaned forward and sucked her swollen clit into my mouth.
“Oh… fuck, G,” she whispered when I threw her leg over my shoulder. A hand gripped my blonde strands as my tongue teased the jewelry. She rocked against my face as I knew she would, and I devoured her pussy while I watched her tweak one of her pierced nipples that would be in my mouth before the night ended.
I spread her pussy lips with my fingers, opening her wider, and slithered my tongue inside her. Her moans overpowered mine as I lapped at her gushy center, and my eyes closed as her sweet cream coated my tongue. Kiyah was my favorite thing to eat, and if I could have her spread-eagled on a silver platter every night for dessert, I would.
I returned to her pierced clit and rolled my tongue around it repeatedly.
“Right fucking there, G,” she moaned as her hips rolled. I sucked on it repeatedly, forcing my mouth to make a loud kissing and popping sound with every suck. Her breath stuttered between her parted lips, and her leg trembled over my shoulder. I wanted to sink my fingers into her—stretch her out for me a little—but I knew my woman’s body like the back of my hand. If I put anything in that hot little pussy of hers, she’d be drenching my face in two seconds flat.
I’m not opposed to it. I actually prefer it, but she’s not getting off that easily.
She whined when I pulled away, but I had no sympathy to give.
“Turn around and grab your ankles,” I demanded, dropping her leg.
“G,” she started to protest.
“Turn around and grab your ankles.”
She huffed like a brat, but her rounded ass was in my face seconds later. I slapped her ass repeatedly, staining her light skin a lovely rose color. With each slap, the force behind it grew, and by the time I was done, the rose hue turned a shade of crimson that nearly matched the dress she had worn earlier. The same dress I couldn’t get out of my head. I wished she had worn it when she came over, but I had a tendency to rip her clothes and intimates when I grew too impatient. I couldn’t help myself. Something about Kiyah Baker made me go feral, and after all these years, I couldn’t put my finger on it. I couldn’t explain why, despite telling her that I wanted her to leave or stay away, I’d eagerly take her back every time—no apology or explanation was needed.
Is this how my life is going to go? The answer is yes if I keep letting it. Like Mom says, people will only do what you let them. Kiyah and I will have a long talk; unfortunately, ultimatums will be made. She might be satisfied with living a lie, but I wasn’t.
Kiyah
Blood rushed to my head, and I mewled as Grant’s tongue pierced me from behind. The devious muscle sank deep, and his nose buried between my ass cheeks. I tried to focus on the pleasure, but the harsh spanking I took was an orgasm killer.
I’ll be lucky if I can sit the rest of this week!
I breathed in through my nose and out my mouth as he continued torturing me. He slapped my ass again, and my hands nearly slipped off my ankles.
“You better keep those hands on those ankles, Ki,” he warned before trailing his tongue from my pussy to my asshole.
Fuck. I can’t slip up.
My knees nearly buckled as he rimmed me. I moaned when he spat on my hole, and my fingernails dug into my flesh. Saliva slowly slid down my crack to my pussy, and I almost couldn’t bear it. I needed Grant in more ways than one. I needed his dick in my mouth, piercing sliding against my slick walls until it was lodged down my throat. I needed to choke on his hot load as it painted my esophagus. I needed his big dick to stretch me—tear me a little, and glaze my insides.
I… I need more than that. I need him to hurt me good—punish me like I know only he can.