Furore (The Night Skulls MC #1)(40)

“Am I still getting punished?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Then, first, give it to me.”

His eyes dilated with more desire, and I became naughtier. “Your punishment, give it to me. I want it. All of it.”

With a snarling groan, he rose, my juices staining his mouth and beard. Then he got out of his clothes and stood stark naked before me. I literally salivated as my gaze traveled down his muscular, inked body. Then my eyes widened when I saw the full hard length of him in the daylight. I’d touched him without seeing before and had a good idea of his intimidating size. Then in that holding cell, I saw part of him, but it was relatively dark, we were fighting and he didn’t have his jewelry. But neither had prepared me for the real deal.

“What’s the matter, baby girl?” He took my hand and guided it around his cock. Then he moved my fist all the way down to the base, where I felt not one but all three of the pieces of jewelry adorning him, and then back up to the crown. “Don’t you wanna take all of it?”

Was it too late to take it back? I laughed at myself. While his size could be a problem with my statement, it wasn’t something totally new for me. Tirone was big, too, and, with the proper care and patience, I’d learned how to take him. But Furore didn’t look like he was going to be patient or careful with his plans of punishing me. And he was thicker with a plum-sized crown and more jewelry than I believed he had. “I didn’t know you had three piercings.” One in the crown, another in the middle of the shaft and the last at the base.

“Now, you do.” He took my thumb and put it inside my mouth. Then he made me suck it ever so slowly, holding my gaze. Heat traveled down my body and centered me as his eyes darkened. There was something, almost magical, in his eyes that had the power to turn me on more than his incredible body and experienced touch. And when he made me do things to him and for him while penetrating me with his eyes, I was a puppet in his capable hands that would do whatever he said to fulfill his desires however dark or depraved.

He put his leg between mine, spreading my knees apart, and made me suck two more fingers. “Spit in your palm.”

I did. “If you want me to suck your cock—” I’d be more than happy to. But he didn’t let me say it. He just grabbed my wet hand and put it back on his hardness.

He hissed under my touch, as I lubed him with my saliva, and I’d never felt more powerful. “I haven’t had my cock sucked in months, and I’ve been sporting this motherfucking erection for over twenty-four hours, waiting for you to take care of it.” He swiped his thumb along my lips back and forth, and my breath snagged in my chest. “You wrap these lips around my cock now, I’ll nut in ten seconds.”

My tongue misbehaved and licked his thumb. I wanted to suck on his fingers like he made me suck mine. I was too empty and needed any part of him inside me. He smirked and let me suck. Then pre-cum glistened as I stroked him. I smeared the liquid around him, feasting on the arousing view. “Where are you going to come this time?”

“You’ll see,” he growled, his voice strained as my fist traveled up and down his length. Then he dipped his hardness into my folds, just a tiny bit, and came out. A few strokes later, he did the same, but with his fingers pinching my nipple.

I stopped sucking his finger with a pop. “Stop teasing me like that. Please.”

His answer was more pussy teasing with his engorged cock and a spank. Slow burn. That was how he loved to torture me, making me picture things, growing with need and anticipation, while knowing that he was more than capable of delivering, of taking me to places, to levels of pleasure I hadn’t reached before, and yet denying me.

“Seriously, either fuck me now or let me make you come so you can start fucking me for real.”

I noticed the glow in his eyes every time I said fuck, and I knew he needed me as much as I needed him. But he wouldn’t listen, driving me crazy with this edging technique while he added more spanking on my butt and pussy.

“God!” I was tingling with painful need, my clit pulsing in protest. “Have you not been waiting for me to take your cock? I’m right here and want nothing but to take it. All of it.” I didn’t care if he was going to impale me or rapture something. I needed him inside me. Now.

“You want my cock in your slutty pussy, beg for it, you little bitch.”

It seemed like I still had a serious degradation kink to like this so much I was ready to go on my knees and beg like the whore I was. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Fuck me,” I rasped.

It seemed that was all the control he had, because the moment I said those two words in that desperate need, he carried me and placed me on the mattress that looked fairly new compared to the dingy place, as if it was brought especially for the occasion. Then he spread me and placed his knees on either side of me.

“Do you have a condom?” I panted.

“I’m clean.”

“But—”

“Nothing is gonna be between you and me. I wanna feel you around me, clenching and weeping, not a fucking bag.” He pressed against me, not waiting for approval, and then he pulled my legs and wrapped the ankles around his hips and pushed inside of me.

I gasped a moan at the first entry, the ring in his crown hitting my clit instantly. He retreated a little and pushed again, getting himself deeper in me, until I felt the second hoop between my folds.