He leans in more, pressing his body to mine, letting me feel just how hard he’s grown in the matter of seconds.

“We have…we have to be quick,” I mutter right before his lips find mine again, silencing me. He parts my mouth and then dives his tongue against mine, tangling them together and lighting me up in a way that I’ve only felt with him.

He makes me feel desired.

Needed.

Like I’m important.

He brings his hand down between my legs and runs his finger over my slit, gliding right against my clit with ease.

“Fuck, you’re ready,” he whispers, and then to my surprise, he lifts up and then turns me around so I’m on my stomach. He tugs on my hips, bringing me to the edge of the bed and then says, “Stick your ass up for me, Pips.”

I tilt my ass up in the air, he parts my legs, and then he slips his cock into me with one solid thrust.

His piercings run along my inner walls until he bottoms out, making me cry in pleasure, because nothing has ever felt this good.

Nothing.

“Take my cock. Take all of it,” he says as his hand wraps around my wet hair and tugs my head back just slightly as he pumps into me.

My back arches, my nipples rub against the comforter, and with every thrust he makes, he bottoms out, filling me up to the point that I lose my breath.

“Fuck,” I whisper, just before his hand connects with my ass. “Oh God,” I yell, surprised and turned on at the same time.

From my response, he does it again.

And again.

And again, setting my skin on fire.

“Christ.” I tighten around him as he continues to thrust. “I’m…I’m close.”

“I can fucking…tell,” he grits out and then leans forward, letting go of my hair, but pressing down on my head and neck. “You make me so goddamn hard. Fuck,” he growls, pulsing harder.

“First…first thing I thought about…” I take a deep breath, his cock so stiff, so powerful that he steals my breath. “Was…how you…fuck me.”

“How do I fuck you?” he asks, his hand tightening around the back of my neck now.

“Like you own me.”

He grunts. “Because I fucking do.”

Then he lifts up and spanks me, the sensation of the snap against my skin and the warmth spreading through me making me squeeze around him.

So he does it again.

One more time.

And on the third, when I’m breathless, unable to stop the building of my orgasm, he grips my hips on both sides and thrusts in deeper, sending me into a tailspin of pleasure.

“Fuck, Wilder. Oh God…oh fuck.”

“Come on my cock, baby. Drench me.”

His words.

His grip.

His piercings rubbing against my G-spot.