Hating You, Loving You (Inked Hearts 4)

She claws harder with every tease.

Gets closer.

Until—

Fuck.

Her thumb brushes my piercing.

She wraps her hand around me. Pumps me hard as I lick her.

Pleasure floods my senses.

Then she lowers her body onto mine.

Brings that gorgeous mouth to my cock.

Toys with my piercing with her tongue.

And my conscious thoughts flee at an alarming rate.

She's too good at working that thing.

I'm gonna come way too fast.

She does it a little harder.

Harder.

My balls tighten.

The fluorescent light and low hum of the air-conditioning fades into one blur of Chloe.

She groans against my cock.

Presses her thighs into my cheeks.

Writhes against my lips.

I hold her in place as I work her.

With every breath, I lose track of another thought. But I don't need thoughts. My body knows what it's doing.

It needs her pleasure.

Period.

I find that spot where she needs me and lick her harder.

She takes me deeper.

There's something fucking beautiful about this, the two of us pushing each other to the edge.

But with the next flick of her tongue, I lose interest in poetry.

I lose interest in everything but making her come.

And coming inside her.