He keeps rubbing that damn ring around my clit, until I’m whimpering.

Then he places himself right at my entrance. “Hold yourself open for me, princess.”

I place my fingers on my pussy and pull my lips apart.

“No, your legs, baby, spread them wide and hold yourself open that way.”

Grabbing hold of my inner thighs, I spread myself as wide as I can.

“Fucking look at you. A buffet spread out all for me. Mine to eat, fuck, and worship.”

He uses his hand to push his head in slowly and carefully. He’s so big. I’ve never taken anyone this size before, and none of my toys are as thick as him.

The ring makes it even more difficult to take. He finally has his head in, and he’s breathing hard as if he’s trying not to come.

“Holy fuck, you’re tight,” he says. “Like a goddamn virgin.”

He pushes in more and lets go of himself as a few more inches force their way into me. His hands grab my hips, and he angles me up. “Put your arms around me, princess,” he orders.

I do as he says and wrap my arms around his neck.

“Hold on.”

As he pushes into me, I feel the ridges of his six small piercings along the length of his shaft. When he’s seated inside me, he moves a little, no thrusting but moving his hips one way and then another.

Oh my God. What is he doing to me? It’s insanely good. He’s hitting parts inside me I didn’t know existed. He makes short, deep thrusts, and then he glides out and smoothly pushes back in.

Breath rushes out of me as he fills me so deep.

“Fuck yes,” he says through clenched teeth.

I’m sweating as he starts to fuck me properly. Perspiration slides between my breasts, and he shocks me when he bends his head and laps it up.

His cock is deep in me now, and that ring at his tip is hitting something inside me that is making me see stars. I’m breathing so hard and fast, I start to feel a little lightheaded.

“Breathe, princess. Slow and deep. I don’t want you to pass out on me. Do you need a break?”

I shake my head.

My body is reaching for something, climbing for it. It’s just out of reach, but it’s within my grasp, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to handle it when I get it.

He changes his angle and gives me a run of short, deep thrusts, before another long slide in and out. He’s using his cock like a toy and knocking sounds loose from me I’ve never heard myself make before.

“I’m going to come,” I warn him.

“Oh my God. Oh, shit. Samuel. Fuck.”

“Call me Reaperman,” he growls.