The End of Us (Love in Isolation 3) - Page 41

Piper wipes her mouth and straddles my lap as I drag her lips to mine. I intertwine my tongue with hers, feeling her relax as she rocks against me. She pours her soul into this kiss, and I give mine right back. I want this to be special for her, a moment she’ll never forget—a moment I’ll never forget—and most importantly, I want her to enjoy it.

My prosthetic is still on, but it’ll work as long as we’re in this position. As much as I’d love to bend her over and spread her ass cheeks, I won’t until she’s fully ready.

I lie back, giving her full access to my body. “Take my cock and fill your pussy, baby. Go at your own speed.”

Piper takes me in her palm as she sits up slightly. She presses the tip against her clit, then slowly down her slit, covering me with her wetness. Every nerve in my body is on fire as I try to contain the willpower not to impale her with my dick. The teasing is torturous, but I know she needs to get used to me.

“How’s that feel?” I ask her as she takes in just a couple of inches.

“Tight.”

“You’re telling me,” I muse.

Without warning, Piper slams herself all the way down until she hits the bottom.

“Jesus Christ!” I shout at the same time she screams, “Holy shit!”

“Why did you do that?” I ask, worried she hurt herself.

“I’m not patient,” she admits, lowering her eyes.

“Look at me, Piper,” I demand, and she does. “Are you okay?”

“I think so.”

“Are you in pain?”

“Yes, but it’s bearable.”

“Slide up and coat me a few times so you loosen up,” I explain. She does as I say, the movement feeling so goddamn good.

Piper holds herself up on my chest, arching her back and barely rocking. I grip her hips, allowing her to take the reins while making sure she doesn’t go too fast—at least until she’s no longer uncomfortable.

“I think I’m getting used to the pressure,” she says around a moan. “It’s tight, but it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Thank God.

Though she might be sore tomorrow.

“Go as fast or slow as you want,” I say, massaging her breast as I flick the nipple.

“What feels better for you?” she asks.

“Everything you do will feel fucking amazing. Don’t worry about that.”

Piper’s breaths are erratic as she rides me, and after a while, I thrust my hips into hers. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart. You feel amazing.” I release a harsh moan, trying to hold back my release as long as possible, but between her sucking me off and her tight pussy, I won’t be able to avoid it much longer.

“Can I go faster? I think I can handle it.”

“Do whatever you want.” I lower a finger between her legs, rubbing circles over her clit. “You might not come from penetration your first time, so I’m going to help you get there.”

“That’s so sensitive,” she breathes out. “Keep doing that.”

I grin at her eagerness as she increases her speed. My balls tighten as she squeezes me even harder. I smack her ass with my other hand, earning a yelp in return.

“You have all the perfect qualities I’m obsessed with,” I tell her, adding more pressure to her clit. “Your tits and ass were made for me.”

“I hope my bubbly personality is included on that list,” she mocks.

“That’s what got us here in the first place,” I tease, and she rolls her eyes.

“Well, it certainly wasn’t because of your outgoing personality.”

I slap her ass harder. “Quite confident for someone who’s at my mercy.”

“How so? I’m the one fucking you.”

Christ, I’m going to hell for what I’m about to do, but nevertheless, I do it anyway.

I sit up, wrapping an arm around her waist, then maneuver her underneath me. My cock glides out as I move down her body and shove two fingers inside her pussy.

“I was just letting you think you held all the power.”

“That was rude…now get back inside me.” She pouts.

“Give me five seconds. Tease your clit for me,” I demand, then sit up and start the process of removing my prosthesis. I glance over my shoulder and watch as she spreads her legs wide, revealing her pink pussy and slick juices.

I move my sleeve suspension down, take off the socket, then the liner, and socks. Once I’m done, my residual limb is bare. It’s not nice to look at, filled with skin grafts and scars, but she’s already seen it, so I’m not worried it’ll freak her out. But I’m also not used to being this exposed around people. While my movements without my prosthesis can be unsteady at times, I don’t let it limit how I pleasure her.

Once I’m ready, I crawl between her legs and take over, then dive inside her pussy and taste her arousal. Piper wraps her thighs over my shoulders, and I don’t stop until she’s coming on my tongue.

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