Claimed By The Biker King
Sable’s eyes dropped to my cock and widened.
The Jacob’s ladder piercing—eight evenly spaced bars running up the underside—caught the low light. Her lips parted. A soft, shocked little “oh” slipped out, and the look on her face was fucking priceless—equal parts stunned, curious, and so turned on it made my balls tighten.
Jarek chuckled low against her ear, thumb lazily circling her nipple until it pebbled under his touch. “Look at that, our princess likes what she sees.”
I wrapped a hand around myself, stroking once, letting her watch the metal shift. Then I leaned down, dragging the pierced head through her slick folds. The first brush of the bars against her clit made her jolt.