“No, no!” I moan as he starts to fuck me hard, as he clamps onto my hips and begins to bury himself inside me over and over. My whole body is shaking; the whole bed is rocking, and the headboard is slamming against the wall again and again and again.

“Pierce!” I cry as he speeds up, as he fucks me with wild abandon. He coils my hair in his hands and yanks my head back, and I feel his hot breath on my neck as he kisses me there.

“You fucking love this, don’t you?” he growls into my ear. “You are so fucking hot.”

His pistoning becomes more aggressive, more forceful. He lifts up my hands by my wrists and places them on the wall.

I feel a hand on my stomach, and he’s guiding it upward. “Curve your back,” he says into my ear. “Yeah, like that. You’ll feel me more now.”

So I curve my back like a cat, upward, and he’s right; with my hips angled down, I can feel each of his thrusts grinding against my front wall, against my G-spot, and it’s just fucking mind-blowing.

“Come on,” I beg, licking my lips unconsciously, making faces and sounds I never thought possible. It’s like he’s reached into the very depths of my soul, and now he’s playing me like an instrument.

He’s going to make me come, and God, he’s going to make me come hard.

“Come on, Pierce!” I beg, throwing my hips back at him, using my hands against the walls to push back at his every thrust. The slapping of our bodies becomes sticky, wet, and I know it’s our sweat. I can feel the heat in the room; the temperature feels like it has doubled.

“Oh God,” I moan, feeling the pressure inside me growing. It’s right in my belly, a force of blissful energy I know is going to be released. I’m climbing, ascending, getting closer and closer and closer.

“Don’t stop!” I wail, reaching behind me with one hand and grabbing onto his hand. He grips mine tight, fucks me harder.

“Touch me!” I beg.

I feel him snake a hand around my hips, and then his fingers find my swollen pearl and instantly it’s like a light is switched on. I’m climbing, the pressure is building, and he fingers my clit deftly as he fucks me, as he slaps my ass with his other hand, as he coils it in my hair and yanks my head back.

“Oh shit,” I pan, punching my hips backward to meet his every thrust. My eyes are shut tight and I’m just feeling so good everywhere right now.

Sex is the best thing ever.

He begins to finger my clit faster, drive into me harder, and soon my moans are snatched away, and all I can do is leave my mouth open in a silent scream until I find my voice again.

“Oh fuck, Pierce, fuck, fuck, no, no, no!”

I’m panting the words, but he continues to drive himself into me, drive me toward oblivion. His fingers work magic on my clit, dance above my nubbin, and I’m just helpless, powerless, as he plucks strings of pleasure I never knew existed.

“Come for me, Pen,” he groans. “Come all over my cock. I want to feel you come.”

“Don’t stop,” I gasp.

“I can smell your pussy. You smell so fucking good.”

“Don’t stop!”

“Yeah,” he groans, slamming into me over and over. “Yeah, you fucking love this don’t you?”

“Oh God,” I gurgle.

“Come for me, Pen. I want to hear it!”

I make some kind of sound as he thrusts into me again and again, fingers my clit perfectly. I’m right there, on the edge, on the precipice, about to dive into oblivion. The spring I feel coiled inside me is going to explode. I feel it in my belly, a pressure, and I’m right at the limit.

He drives himself into me, and it’s just what I need. I orgasm, hard, and I’m soaring in orbit, and I’m bathed in bliss. Ecstasy crashes over my body like waves at the sea.

“Fuuuuuuuck!” I cry as my whole body tightens, as I feel a pleasure the likes of which I’ve never felt before. It’s so intense, so white hot.

“Oooooooohh,” I moan at the top of my lungs as he drives me through it, as he makes it last impossibly long. My whole body is on the verge of cramping, and I’m gripping at the sheets, my toes are curling hard around nothing, and I’m shaking and trembling and writhing and wriggling.

And I’m in heaven.

I hear him groan, feel his whole body tighten behind me, and as my canal clenches around his cock, I feel it swell inside me, grow thicker.

It twitches inside me, and he lets out a deep, rumbling sound of pleasure as his cock fires again and again, as he empties himself into the condom, as bliss of his own wracks his body, sends him spiraling into a vortex of pleasure.

And then it’s over, and I’m coming down the other side, panting, heaving, sweating, dizzy. My elbows shake, buckle, and I fall onto the bed face first. He’s taken his fingers off my clit and he thrusts into me one more time before stopping.

He falls onto me, wraps me up with his arms, and he kisses the back of my neck and shoulders, making me break out in goosebumps.

“Oh, that felt good,” I pant. I wipe sweat from my forehead and upper lip. Our bodies are clammy, sticking together, hot with sex sweat.

He begins to pull out of me, and I shiver as he does so, once again feeling that gaping emptiness. And then he lies down on the bed next to me, and I turn to face him. He holds me in his arms, tight against his body, and he kisses me.

We stay lip-locked for long, kissing, tonguing, and the he leans up, looks at me out of hungry eyes.

“Again.”

I look at his cock, and notice that it’s still rock hard.

“You need to change your condom.”

Chapter Nineteen

Penny’s body is so sexy. I trace her soft skin with a finger, running it over the curve of her hips, her generous ass. She wiggles it playfully, and so I slap her ass cheek.

That’s when I notice the tattoo. It’s the first time I’ve seen it. It’s in the nook of her knee. I can’t believe I didn’t notice it before.

“This one must have hurt,” I say, rubbing my index finger over the tattoo. The skin is completely smooth and un-textured; the tattoo is not new.

It’s of a penguin, except it has a bright orange bill, almost like a cartoon. “I thought you said you did them all yourself? How could you reach this?”