Shameless - Sybil Bartel Page 0,54

“Because it’ll feel like I’m ripping you.”

Warning me, or just being honest, I didn’t know. I didn’t care. I wanted everything he was promising. Every inch, every thrust, every second he was willing to give me. Sealing my fate, I agreed. “Okay.”

“Open your mouth,” he ordered.

I DIDN’T WARN WOMEN OFF me.

I didn’t fucking cajole or prep or make apologies for my body modification. I embraced it because every piercing meant I was alive.

But this young as fuck woman was making me question every damn step I took, and I should’ve walked away.

Instead, I barked out a command. “Open your mouth.”

My hand on her jaw, her muscles flexed under my hold and the submissive little minx did exactly as I said.

My hard as hell cock pulsed in my grip and I brought the head to her mouth. “Tongue out,” I growled, eating up the visual of her small mouth next to my big dick.

Rubbing her thighs together, she shivered, then her tongue came out. Her eyes on me, she licked the underside of my cock.

Fuck me.

Squeezing myself, I rubbed across her bottom lip. “Wider.”

Submissive as hell, she complied.

I shoved the head in.

With a sharp inhale through her nose, her lips closed around me.

I watched the moment she found my reverse Prince Albert. Her eyes went wide and her tongue swirled around the eight gauge captive ring before she abruptly pulled back.

Shaking her head, she licked her lips. “No.”

“No what, princess?” I rubbed my cock against her chin. “Open.”

“That’s…” Her eyes strayed south.

I gripped her jaw tighter, forcing her to keep her gaze on me. “You trust me?”

“That’s a thick piercing.”

That was only one of them. “Open your mouth, princess.”

“Stop calling me that,” she whispered.

“Open, woman.” I stroked her cheek.

Her eyes closed at my caress and she leaned into it before giving me her baby-blues again. “I don’t think I can handle this.”

“You can.” She couldn’t. But I was already in so fucking deep, I wasn’t stopping now unless she told me to.

Like she couldn’t not touch me, her hands went to my thighs again. Soft, tentative, her fingers brushed across my skin as her nails teased. “It’s going to hurt.”

She didn’t ask it as a question, and I didn’t answer. Instead I gave her a promise that almost got me off more than my own damn release. “I’m going to make you come.” Right before I drove into her sweet cunt that I could smell from here. But before that happened, I selfishly wasn’t letting her get her eyes on my cock.

“Shade,” she whispered.

“Trust me.”

Her gaze was bold as fuck, but she bit her bottom lip again and there it was.

The dichotomy of her.

I couldn’t explain it, but I wanted to fucking own her. I wanted her innocence and submission in the bedroom, and I wanted the woman behind the brass to tell me to fuck off as she sat across from me at mealtimes. I wanted every goddamn thing about her, and it was fucking with my head.

With her sweet, submissive side, she gave me what I wanted. “Okay.”

I drove my cock into her mouth all the way to the first piercing on my Jacob’s ladder. My Reverse PA hit the roof of her mouth as my barbell rubbed across her tongue.

Her jaw closing, she swallowed in fear.

Goddamn her mouth was tight. “Wider,” I commanded harshly, stoking my shaft. “Stay open.”

Her eyes welled and she gagged even though I wasn’t even halfway in, but she opened wider.

Fuck yeah. “That’s it.” Stroking her cheek, I eased in another couple inches and two more piercings brushed against her tongue. “Almost there, sweetheart, almost.” I hit the back of her throat before I was all the way in, but she was tonguing every one of my piercings. “You feel all that hardware?”

Sucking me, she barely nodded.

“That’s gonna be inside that tight cunt of yours. You ready for that?” Easing back a few inches, watching her cheeks hollow out, I wanted to come down her throat almost as much as I wanted to pound the fuck out of her.

She whimpered, and I pulled out of her mouth before I went off.

Grasping her chin, I held her eyes. “Last chance,” I warned. “Say no.”

Her throat moved with a swallow. Then she made the decision. “Let go of me.”

No hesitation, I dropped my hand.

Fucking disappointed, but not surprised, I didn’t move. I stood over her and took my fill of her huge tits and innocent eyes, locking away the image. One goddamn day and I knew.