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I delicately lift her, carrying her towards the end of the bed with the finite patience I have left. As I place her on the mattress, I know that what follows next is inevitable. Like a magnet which I have resisted the pull of for too long, I fall abruptly to my knees between her thighs.
Gently I tug the borrowed boxers off, kissing her inner thigh as I do.
I appreciate the speckling of goosebumps that rise up.
She lets out a gentle mewl, arching further into my mouth. I move slowly, breathing out along her sensitive skin, until landing at her cunt.
Looking up, I find she is watching me with blown pupils and lips parted in bliss.
I don’t hesitate any longer, my mouth landing on her clit, sucking and humming against it.
An explosion of addictive flavor fills my mouth. I want to consume her.
And I plan to do just that.
One of her small hands buries in my hair, forcing me closer, and I enjoy the way she forces me to find her pleasure. How she moves me exactly as she wants.
Cinnamon has all the control in this room, and I will deliver as much pleasure to her as I can.
My mouth explores, my teeth grazing her clit.
She jumps, and it causes me to do it again.
And again.
And again.
I bite down a little harder.
“Fuck!” She squirms, releasing me and widening her thighs.
Getting to my feet, I keep her gaze as I wipe my mouth.
As I unbutton my shirt. As I push down my pants.
Her gaze falls to my cock, and I smirk knowingly.
“How? Is this just a Roux trait?”
I keep her gaze as I swipe my hand along my shaft. “What do you mean?” There’s a touch of mirth in my voice.
“You have a monster sized cock.” She swallows thickly, and I watch her throat. “And it’s pierced.”
“Frenum piercing,” I confirm, a flashback to the pain I endured getting it passes through me.
It didn’t last long, just a single hot stab of extreme agony.
It was right after Maple died. Some sort of fucked up penance. A punishment.
Except now, that entire thought process has been railroaded, and all I can do is imagine choking Cinnamon with my cock.
Wonder if she will enjoy the piercing as I stretch her.
Not yet.
My lips quirk. “Too big?”
She takes a few beats, and an ounce of concern enters before she shakes her head. “No.”
