Untamed (A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance) (126 page)

And I’ve no doubt he can do it in under a minute.

He’s holding onto my thighs, gripping them hard. I can see his fingers digging into my flesh as he feasts on me, as he plucks strings of pleasure deep within my core.

I’m panting, heaving, and I’m mentally begging him to bring me there, faster, sooner, harder.

Pierce puts a finger at my entrance, rings it slowly, teases me while he laps at my pearl. I pull at my nipples, and my eyes are shut tight. I lift my hips to meet him, press my sex into his face, grind myself into him. The sounds of him pleasuring me are all I can hear.

He pushes his finger inside me, rubs my front wall, right there, right at the spot. I’m drowning in bliss, waiting for him to take me there.

I’m climbing, ever higher, getting closer to the edge, waiting for him to heave me off.

I’m waiting to soar.

“Yes,” I whisper, holding his head against me, pushing myself harder into his mouth. His deft tongue works me so expertly. He pushes in another finger, draws a quiet but extended moan from my throat.

“You taste so good,” he groans. The vibrations of his voice thrum through me. “I could eat your pussy forever.”

“Make me come,” I beg. I’m so close. The ball of pressure in my belly is so big. I feel like I’m going to explode.

It grows and grows, gets tighter, tauter.

“Oh, shit,” I gasp. “Oh, yes… oh, yes!”

I’m nearly there. So, so close.

But then he backs me off!

“What?” I say a little too loudly, exasperated, panting. My face is flushed, and my eyes are wide, accusing. Why did he do that? Don’t tell me he came here just to tease me!

He grins at me, pulls his two fingers from me and sucks on them. “You taste good, Pen.” He walks around to the side of the chair. His bulge is visible through his jeans.

“Unzip me,” he commands. I reach out my hands, but he stops me with two fingers on my head. “With your teeth.”

There’s a pause, just the space between two heartbeats. But then my teeth are around the metal zip, and I’m pulling it down. His hands weave through my hair, and when I’ve unzipped him, he tips my head up so I meet his eyes.

“Together,” he tells me.

I gulp and nod. He pulls out his cock from his boxer briefs. Even though we’ve been together before, I’m still surprised by how big he is.

He guides me to his manhood, and I take it into my mouth. Still gripping onto my hair, he pushes himself into me, and I struggle for a moment to open my throat for him.

That’s when I feel his fingers on my folds again. They dip inside me, and he uses his thumb to rub my clit.

He begins to finger me hard and fast, rub my pearl in just the perfect way. I’m instantly overwhelmed, thrust back onto the runway, pushed back toward the precipice.

I can’t concentrate on his cock, can’t focus on pleasing him. I notice his hand go to his shaft, and he begins to pump himself, jerking off into my mouth.

“Come for me, Pen,” he growls, leaning over and taking the top of my ear in between his teeth.

He’s got me right there, so close again. I feel the pressure. I let my eyes flutter shut, focus on his fingers, squeeze around them. I’m so, so, so fucking close…

It explodes, white-hot, blinding. I groan loudly onto his cock, feel my body thrown off the edge. I come hard. It’s intense, so intense, and he drives me through it, keeps it going, doesn’t let up with his dancing fingers.

Pleasure overwhelms me, and I clench tight around him, cresting so hard. My body is a rigid snapshot of ecstasy.

“Fuck,” he says hoarsely. I feel his body stiffen, see him get to his toes, and then he’s emptying himself into my mouth, firing his hot seed into me over and over again. I only barely manage to swallow it all.

“Damn, Pen,” he says, winding down. “You are good.”

I’ve become too sensitive, and I jolt as he pulls his fingers from me. He examines them, and I see my pleasure on them. He sucks off each finger, pulls his cock from my mouth, and then his hand is cupping my chin.

Pierce guides my face up to his, and he kisses me hard, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I can smell and taste myself mixed with the smell and taste of him.

It’s… gross and sexy at the same time.

He breaks the kiss, pulls away, and tucks himself back into his trousers with some difficulty. He brings me a box of sanitized wipes from the counter, and watches, lips at a slight curl, while I wipe my mouth and chin.

“Damn it, Pierce,” I say after a moment, breathing hard. “We could have been caught.” But I feel so good, so relaxed. I needed that.

I quickly yank my jeans back up my legs, and get out of the chair. My tank top is sticking to my back. I notice that Pierce’s neck is shining.

He always looks so good when he sweats.

I sigh, and shake my head. “You really should go.”

But he doesn’t. He smirks at me and asks, “So, will you pierce my cock?”

Chapter Three