Page 18 of Fatality

“And I don’t like waiting.” I look at her, my eyes hardening.

She drops to her knees and unbuttons my jeans.

She looks up, her pink cyber-lenses wide with fear and anticipation.

I'm already hard as a rock—Not because I want her, she just happens to be available for me to dump everything boiling inside me.

I reach down and grab the back of her neck, tangling my fingers in her perfectly brushed, pink-streaked blonde hair.

Lira reaches up and slowly pulls my jeans and boxers down together.

The moment she pulls me free, my heavy, thick cock pulses with violent, impatient heat.

The piercings at the tip and base catch the apartment's light. It slaps against her lips.

She gasps, her mouth parting before her tongue darts out to wet them.

I'll never get tired of that look—when they see the size and realize I'm pierced down there.

She's seen them before, more than once, but it still catches her off guard every time.

Whether it's real or she's putting on a show, I don't give a fuck, I love it anyway.

She opens her mouth and my cock slides in.

I tighten my grip on the back of her neck, my fingers digging into her scalp to guide her.

My hips jerk forward on instinct, the metal of my piercing scraping against the roof of her mouth.

Fuck. That's what I needed.

A warm mouth wrapped around my cock, bleeding the frustration out of me.

Lira's head bobs back and forth, gagging around me.

I look down and groan with the sensation, seeing a woman, on her knees, taking me, choking is too good.

I guide her deeper, drawing tears to her eyes until they spill down her cheeks.

“Yeah, just like that, sweetheart.” The words come out in a low rumble, satisfaction vibrating through my chest.

My fingers curl tighter against her skull, controlling the depth and angle of her head as I use her for my own release.

I watch her through hooded, predatory eyes.

I pick up the pace, each thrust harder than the last. Every drive sends another jolt of electricity racing up my spine.

“Take it all,” I rasp, my voice breaking into a low guttural command.

The tip of my cock hits the back of her throat with blunt, demanding force. I feel her throat working around me.

Cute.

I hear her gagging.

That wet, choked, involuntary noise does more for me than the whole fucking city tonight.

I don’t slow down, don’t soften my rhythm to accommodate her discomfort.