Sally
Colby spread my cheeks apart, his fingers digging into my flesh possessively. His pierced length hit my G-spot at this new angle, making me see stars.
His other hand reached around to my stomach, pulling me even closer to the wall, making my sensitive nipples scrape against it slightly.
As he continued to pound into me, I could feel my wetness dripping down my thighs, coating his length and his hands that held my hips in place. The scraping of my nipples against the wall was driving me crazy, making me whimper and push back against him harder.
But then, he suddenly pulled out and my body twitched.
“On your knees,” Colby suddenly commanded, his voice gravelly as he stepped back, his slick cock bouncing heavily between his legs.
I complied immediately, dropping to my knees and looking up at him with hunger.
He grabbed my hair, guiding his shaft to my lips. “Taste that. Taste our fucking juice.”
I opened my mouth eagerly, welcoming his length inside. The taste of our mixed juices coated his piercing, and I moaned, sucking eagerly as he fed me his length. He held my hair tightly, his other hand gripping his base as he face-fucked me slowly, making sure I cleaned every inch.
And as he pulled his cock out of my mouth, a loud ‘pop’ echoed through the room, followed by a string of our mixed saliva and juices connecting his tip to my lips for a moment before breaking apart. He wiped the head of his dick on my cheek possessively before lifting me up.
Then, Colby lifted me effortlessly, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he smirked, carrying me swiftly towards the dining table and I could feel his cock swinging now and dick against the back of my thigh.
“Here?” I gasped incredulously.
“Why not? I’ve always wanted to fuck on this table,” he smirked, setting me down on the edge roughly.
“Legs up,” Colby ordered, pushing my knees apart and exposing my dripping pussy. He ran his piercing along my slit, collecting our juices before bringing it to my lips.
“Suck,” he demanded, pressing his wet tip against my mouth.
I opened my mouth obediently, taking his pierced tip between my lips again as he used his knee to push my legs further up, exposing me completely on the dining table.
He marked the table with my wetness as he positioned himself between my thighs, his hands spreading my legs wider.
“Now that sweet pussy is gonna take my cock again, isn’t it?” he whispered, lining himself up with my entrance.
Without warning, he slammed into me, making the table scrape against the floor with a loud screech. I gripped the edge tightly, my cries of pleasure filled the room.
Colby started pounding into me relentlessly, the table shaking violently with each thrust. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, holding them with one hand as the other gripped my hip possessively. His piercing hit my G-spot over and over, making my vision blur with each impact.
As I threw my head back, my eyes rolling shut and my mouth opening in a silent ‘O’,
Colby growled, “Open your eyes.”
I whimpered, trying to keep them shut, but he wrapped his hand around my throat gently, applying slight pressure. “Open,” he demanded.
I forced my eyes open, looking up at him through heavy lids. His gaze was intense, filled with desire and dominance.
He tightened his grip on my throat, not enough to cut off my air, but just enough to make me feel owned. “That’s it, look at me while I fuck you. Look at me while I use this pussy just the way I want.”
He thrusted harder, the sounds of our bodies slapping together echoed through the dining room. His hips snapped forward, his balls slapping against my ass with each rough thrust. My small breasts bounced violently, adding to the sensory overload.
As he slammed into me, Colby leaned down and wrapped his lips around my left nipple, sucking hard. The sudden sensation of his hot mouth on my sensitive peak made me gasp, my fingers immediately diving into his hair. I played with the strands, tugging gently as he switched between sucking and nibbling.
“Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” Colby groaned, looking up at me with wild eyes.
He suddenly picked up the pace, his hips jackknifing forward forcefully. The sound of our wet flesh colliding filled the room, mingling with our labored breaths and moans.
“Gonna come inside this tight pussy,” he rasped, reaching between us to rub aggressive circles on my clit. The friction was almost too much, pushing me to the edge.
“Come with me, baby. Come all over my cock,” he demanded, slamming into me harder, deeper.
I shrieked as he hit that perfect spot, my legs wrapping tighter around his waist. His thumb pressed hard on my clit, and suddenly, I was flooded by overwhelming pleasure. I squealed, my body convulsing as I squirted all over his thrusting dick and even his face. FUCK!
Colby roared, throwing his head back. My tight pussy contracting around him pushed him over the edge. He pounded into me twice more before stiffening, burying himself deep. He released hot streams of semen inside me, mixing with my fluids, making a mess between my thighs and on the table.
With a final thrust, Colby slipped out of me, and I immediately looked away, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I couldn’t meet his gaze, feeling incredibly shy given what had just happened. He tried holding my face gently, attempting to make me look at him, but I stubbornly shook my head.
“Sally, what’s wrong?” he asked, his brow furrowing with concern.
I bit my lip, still avoiding his gaze, and simply shook my head.
He sighed softly, tilting my chin up with his finger. “Look at me, Sally.”
I reluctantly met his eyes, only to find him looking at me with a tender expression rather than disgust. “Tell me what’s really bothering you.” His thumb gently stroked my cheek as he waited patiently for my response.
I hesitated before signing slowly, embarrassed, “I… I peed on you.”
Colby threw his head back and laughed heartily, the sound rich and genuine.
“Baby, that wasn’t pee,” he chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “You squirted, which is the sexiest, most arousing thing a woman can do. I loved it!”
As he explained, he saw the wide-eyed, embarrassed expression on my face. Unable to resist any longer, he cupped my face gently and pulled me into a deep, searing kiss.
Colby wanted to show me, not just tell me, that what had happened was beautiful and desirable and why do I feel he’s treating me quite better now, almost showing me his vulnerable side?