My body obeys before my mind can catch up.
I part my lips, tongue darting out to taste the tip of his d**k. Salty. Warm. Metallic from the piercing. My fingers curl around his shaft, and when I close my lips around him, his hips jolt forward.
"f**k," he hisses, hand gripping my hair tighter.
I take him deeper, inch by inch, until I gag slightly—and he groans again, a low sound that makes my thighs clench. I pull back, saliva trailing down my chin, and do it again. This time slower. My hand works what I can't take, twisting slightly.
"Just like that, Kitten. Just like that."
He pulses in my mouth, and when I look up at him through my lashes, his eyes have gone dark.
His fingers are tangled so deeply in my hair that I can feel the sting on my scalp—and then he starts to move.
His hips
