Dalton
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It was irresponsible, but I didn’t care.
I didn’t want to be like all the others, and since Leandra was definitely not one of the many, I wanted something more from her.
I wanted our relationship to matter in a way that all the others hadn’t, and I couldn’t lie and say that I didn’t want to take her bare in the worst way.
“What if-”
“Leandra, you’re not some random hookup,” I told her, doing my best not to get distracted by her phenomenal figure. “You’re so much more, baby.”
“Dalton-”
“But if you’re not comfortable with the idea, then I’m okay with that,” I said, meaning it. “I just want you to know what this means to me. I want to make sure that you know what you mean to me.”
Instead of replying, Leandra reached for the hem of my shirt, and I stepped back to help her pull it up over my head, and when she dropped it on the floor, the appreciation in her eyes said it all.
Now, while not everyone was a tattoo person, Leandra was clearly one of them, and since I wasn’t completely clueless, I understood the aesthetic of having hard six-pack abs.
“In case nobody’s ever told you, you’re beautiful,” she whispered as her eyes raked in every inch of me. “You really are.”
“Don’t say that until you’ve seen all of me, baby,” I teased, stepping back a bit to give her more room to undress me.
Not needing any further encouragement, Leandra reached for the waistband of my jeans, and I quickly began to kick off my shoes as she worked the button and zipper.
I also didn’t say anything as Leandra pushed my jeans and boxers down my legs, and as soon as she got a look at my dick, her head jerked upward, her eyes wide.
“C’mon,” I said with a smirk on my lips. “Are you really that surprised?”
“I...uhm...I never thought about it like...like that,” she stammered. “I mean, I’ve thought about what it’d be like to be with you, but I never...I never imagined it in detail.”
On my twenty-fourth birthday, I’d gotten stupidly adventurous in Las Vegas, and while getting another tattoo as a birthday present to myself, I had allowed one of the shop’s piercers to give me a Prince Albert, and anyone who got their dick pierced was a fucking idiot.
The following week had been a brutal sonofabitch, and I had spent most of it apologizing to my dick.
Granted, once the pain and swelling had subsided, it hadn’t been that bad, but the fear of infection had been real, and it had nearly driven me out of my mind.
However, a few months later, once I’d felt safe enough to fuck again, I couldn’t lie and say that I hadn’t been impressed with how much a simple piercing could enhance a female’s sexual experience.
To this day, I hadn’t had one complaint, but that was also because I knew how to use my dick.
Nonetheless, because Leandra wasn’t like the rest, I only cared about what got her off, and so I said, “If you don’t like it, I can have it removed.”
She looked back down at my hard cock, the piercing front and center, as she said, “I’ve never...I, uhm...I’ve never had sex with a guy who was pierced before, so I...I don’t know if I like it or not.”
“Then how about you play with it, then let me know,” I replied wolfishly.
Leandra didn’t say anything to that. Instead, she finished removing my clothes, and once I was just as naked as she was, I watched this goddess sink to her knees, and when she took the base of my dick in her hands, all I could do was close my eyes as I slid my hands through that blonde silk of hers.
My head also fell back as I felt her wrap her lips around the head, her tongue teasing the piercing, and I loved how curious she seemed.
“Fuck, baby,” I groaned. “You don’t know how long I’ve wished for this.”
Now, while I knew that she couldn’t say anything with her mouth full of my dick, that wasn’t going to stop me from saying all the things that I wanted to say to her.
I also wasn’t a fan of quiet sex. Since every woman was different, I preferred guidance over me having to guess what they liked, and I wanted to return that consideration.
So, I was a big fan of letting my sexual partners know what did or didn’t do it for me, and that went double for the blonde bombshell on her knees before me.
Since I planned on only having sex with her from now on, I wanted to make sure that we were always okay in that department.
I had no problem handling arguments and whatnot, but fuck too if I was going to allow this woman to ever become sexually unsatisfied.
“You look so fucking good on your knees for me,” I told her as I looked back down at her bobbing head, doing her best not to gag on the metal stud. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.”
Embarrassingly so, it wasn’t long before I could feel that familiar sensation crawling up my spine.
Now, while not impressive, I was hoping that Leandra would see it as a testament to just how much I wanted her, and not that I was just a quick draw.
Seriously, that would not be the way to impress this girl.
“Leandra, baby,” I groaned. “If you keep that up, I’m not going to last.”
God bless the woman because she didn’t appear to care.
Instead of taking her mouth off my dick and giving me some time, she just took me further into her throat, and when she started gagging on my piercing, chills ran straight down my spine, and it was enough to make me explode inside her mouth, and I pulled on her hair to hold her still, forcing her to swallow every last fucking drop.
I was cumming like a teenage boy inside his first pussy, and the experience was literally taking my breath away.
“Christ, baby,” I hissed as I emptied my balls in her sweet mouth.
When she finally looked up at me, she said, “I’ve always wanted to taste you.”
She said that, and my knees nearly buckled. I mean, what more could a guy ask for? I had a girl who like to suck dick and swallow cum, and if she wasn’t careful, we’d be getting married by the end of the week.
Reaching down, I grabbed Leandra by her shoulders to help her stand, and once she was steady on her feet, I lifted her in my arms bride-style, then walked us towards her bedroom.
The second that I saw her bed, I didn’t waste any time.
I laid her down on the mattress, pushed her knees back to finally get a perfect view of her pussy, and fuck me if it wasn’t the prettiest thing that I’d ever seen.
She had a perfectly trimmed patch of blonde curls above her clit that teased you, but the rest of her cunt was bare, letting nothing get in the way of my tongue.
“I’m eating this pussy every fucking day,” I warned her. “I hope you’re ready for that, baby.”
“Dalton, please...” she begged sweetly.
I wanted to rail her.
I wanted to fuck her within an inch of her life.
I wanted to do unholy things to her entire body.
I wanted to do so fucking much to her. However, more than that, I wanted Leandra to know that she was different. Not only was she different, but she mattered in a way that no one else ever could, and that meant that our first time had to be different, too.
Luckily, being only twenty-seven, the sight of her wet cunt was enough to have my dick hard again, so taking in my fill of this beautiful woman lying on the bed before me, I chose to skip the dirty talk for right now.
Instead, I crawled over her amazing fucking body, and as soon as she pulled her knees back, making room for me, I reached down, guided my dick to her opening, then slid inside her, everything coming together in a way that I never imagined possible.
I was groaning at the sensation of a bare pussy wrapped around my cock, and Leandra was moaning with the way that my piercing was already doing its thing.
“Oh, God...” she panted as her hands dug into my shoulder blades. “Oh, my God...”
Yeah, that piercing was never coming out.
As I pushed in every fucking inch for her, I said, “Don’t stop telling me how good I make you feel, Leandra. I want to hear your voice all fucking night long.”
Her blue eyes glistened up at me as she said, “You make me feel everything, Dalton...”
Then, just like that, sweet and slow flew out the window.
I braced all of my weight on my elbows, leaned down to kiss this sweet girl on her lips, then my hips began to move in a way that would make my point for all of eternity.
I began fucking her like I needed to be inside her to survive, and Leandra just held on, taking each hard thrust as if she’d been waiting for me her entire life.
“You and me,” I grunted above her, watching and hearing her moan with every clench of her body. “You and me, Leandra. It’s only me and you from now on.”
“God, yes...” she mewled. “Dalton, please...please...”
“Mine,” I hissed through my clenched teeth, feeling more and more feral with every thrust. “You’re mine, Leandra. All fucking mine, baby.”
“Yours,” she panted, holding me tighter, her nails digging into my flesh. “Oh, God...Dalton...”
There was officially no going back now, and so I spent the rest of the night making her call out my name and making sure that she never forgot who she belonged to now.