3. Kira
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KIRA
Reckless. That’s the only way to describe the terrifying, addicting feeling coursing through me as I thread my fingers back into this relative stranger’s hair and guide his talented mouth back to my pussy. I stopped doing the random hookup thing a long time ago when I realized that my battery-operated boyfriends got the job done better than any dude I bothered getting it on with.
I knew Ren wouldn’t leave me hanging, though. No man could focus that intently on another person for so long and not have the skill to deliver in the orgasm department. Unless they’re a serial killer, of course. And honestly, I don’t give a shit if this dude does kill me right now, so long as he makes me come again before he does it.
My entire body is tingling, molten and strung-tight at the same. The first orgasm made me warm, gooey, and pliant. Three words I wouldn’t usually use to describe myself. Now, as the second one builds, I feel the tense, tight need to explode burning in my stomach. It’s almost unfair how good Ren is at this, eating my pussy with his entire face in a way that is skilled and not sloppy.
His tongue tickles my clit while his lips wrap around it, suctioning in a way that makes my back bow. His nose and chin press into me, providing something wonderful and stable for me to grind against, as well as a delicious burn from his stubble on my sensitive skin. A ridiculous feeling of jealousy passes over me as I briefly wonder how many other women have reaped the benefits of this pussy-eating champ, but it’s washed away as soon as Ren hooks two fingers inside me.
He presses hard against my g-spot and my world bursts into technicolor. A raw, feral scream erupts from my lungs as my orgasm tears through me like a violent attack on my senses. I feel myself gush, wetness pooling under me and down my thighs as wave after wave of indescribable pleasure crashes through me. My head spins, my mind blanks, and I am nothing but a vessel for carnal delights.
It could be seconds, or it could be days before my body and mind come back online, though the edges of my vision are still fuzzy when I peek down between my legs to find Ren kissing and licking my inner thighs. A shiver runs through me, and the hypersensitivity almost forces my reflexes to kick in and hit him in the face with my foot .
Instead, I wrangle my waning self-control and place my foot on his shoulder instead, slowly pushing him away from my legs.
He looks up at me with a Cheshire cat smile, his eyes glazed over and lips glistening with me.
I snap a mental picture for the spank bank. I will certainly be diddling myself to images of Warren Yates on his knees, covered in my cum until I’m too old and arthritic to rub my own clit.
“You…you clearly have a demon inside of you. There is no reason for you to be so fucking good at that,” I say, pushing his shoulder with my foot. “Up. Get up. I need to perform an exorcism.”
“An exorcism?” Ren laughs as he stands. I follow him on wobbly feet, still feeling less human and more Jell-O from the orgasms. I shove him against the nearest wall and drop to my knees, fumbling with his belt and the zipper of his slacks as I go.
“Yes, an exorcism. I’m going to suck the demon and your soul out of your cock so that no other woman will ever have to endure the kind of brain-numbing orgasms I just experienced.” I finally get his pants loose and wiggle them down over his hips. All the while, Ren stares down at me with an intoxicating reverence in his crystal blue gaze. I press my face to the bulge in his black briefs, wanting to tease him with my tongue through the fabric. When I feel a bump where I’m expecting the cliché velvet-wrapped steel, I pause.
“Please tell me you’re not part toad,” I say, glancing up and arching a brow at the man in front of me. He laughs again, and it’s such a wonderfully pleasant and infectious sound that I laugh, too. I don’t think I’ve ever had so much while hooking up with someone. It’s a pity it’s just a one-night stand.
“I’m not part toad, love,” he says as he pushes down his briefs. His cock springs free, nearly taking my eye out as it bobs between us. A glint of something shiny catches the light from the window, and my jaw hits the floor.
“Holy fucking hell, you’re pierced,” I whisper in awe, fisting his cock and holding it up so I can take a good, long look at the Jacob’s ladder adorning the underside. Eight barbells, decorated with sapphire gems that match his eyes, perfectly placed and shimmering from the base of his dick all the way up to right below the leaking head.
I stare at the beauty of this magical, unicorn, bejeweled cock for so long that I’m almost certain I’ve begun to drool.
“I am. Is that a problem for you, Kira?” He asks, concern lacing his voice.
Is that a problem?!
The only problem is that neither of us has a condom and I’ll never get to feel his filthy, perfect dick wrecking me from the inside out. I take one of his hands and guide it into my hair. Like he can read my mind, Ren grabs a fistful of my curls and pulls them taut .
“Hold on tight, SSF. My mouth is about to ruin you for all other women.”
I flick my tongue out, toying with the piercing closest to the head of Ren’s cock. At first contact, a full body shiver runs through him, his knees knocking together and his head falling back as his grip on my hair loosens. That won’t do. I pull back, blinking up at him and reaching out to cup his balls.
“Pay attention. I’m not sucking you off for my health,” I say, and like a good boy, Ren’s head snaps up, his gaze lowering to meet mine. I reward him by opening wide and taking him right to the back of my throat and swallowing. He groans out a low curse and I know I’ve got him right where I want him. This won’t take long at all.
The feel of his piercings on my tongue and lips is foreign, and I have to work a little hard to keep my gag reflex from kicking in. After a minute or two, I’ve got the hang of it and can take every inch of his long, thick cock in my mouth while simultaneously swirling my tongue around his shaft and rolling his balls in my palm. If I ever had any doubt about my blowjob skills, they’re long gone after this. The hand Ren has in my hair comes down to cradle the back of my neck as his breathy moans get louder and more frequent.
“Kira, darling, fuck. I’m going to…Oh my god I’m so close, I’m going to come,” he breathes. He pulls his hips back, clearly intent on removing his dick from my mouth so that I don’t have to swallow his cum. I let hi m, not because I don’t want to swallow, but because I have a better idea. I stroke his length as I remove my mouth from him. When the head pops past my lips, I purse them and look up at Ren with wide, innocent eyes. On an upstroke, I swipe my thumb over the head of his cock, and he comes on a groan, painting my lips with his release.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cries out as his cum splatters against my mouth, warm and sticky. When he finishes, he cradles my cheek in his hand as his chest rises and falls with heavy breaths. I stick my tongue out, smiling coyly as I lick his cum from my lips.
“Ruined,” he whispers, stroking my cheek with his fingertips. “I am fucking ruined.”