Piercing Blood Jjk Novels & Stories

Uncle Jax pulls out, slapping his cock on my pussy, the weight of it against my clit making me cry. He fills me again, his nails digging into my ass while he pounds into me, dragging his piercings against every sensitive zone inside my pussy. Soon, his thrusts begin to stutter, and he groans, coming inside me and fucking his come deep inside me again. I’m getting close again, but the screeching sound of the door opening makes me freeze.

His screams could be heard collaborating with another bitch whose hole kept getting pierced by a dildo. Precum soaked the guy's belly, and the liquid didn’t stop coming out of his hole; the black part of his eyes was directed upwards, his face was red with his tongue sticking out, an expression that seemed to say that he liked every time Zayn pierced his hole roughly. “Oh, fuck! It's feel amazing! Argh! Ah! Ah! Yeah, I'm almost done, ah! Cumming, a little bit more, ah...”

Drool pooled and dripped from the corners of her mouth onto the rug. Behind her, the Pierced Man was running a hand over her ass, his touch proprietary. He spread her cheeks, exposing her two holes to the cool air and the hungry gazes of the others. He spat, a thick wad of saliva that landed directly on her puckered asshole. He used the head of his cock to smear it around, not entering, just teasing, circling the tight rim. “Look at this,” he murmured, more to the others than to her. “Still tight. Still needs breaking in.”

His fingers are locked so deeply into her throat that her tongue is forcing its way past her teeth. He looks like he is about to tear her head off with his jaws. Before Gage can reach him, Adriel shifts his weight. His left hand snaps upward, grabbing the top of Jianna’s skull while his right hand holds her collarbone flat. A sharp, hollow crack echoes off the stone pavilion. Jianna’s head tilts sideways at a horrific, impossible angle. Adriel opens his fingers, and her body drops straight into the clover like a sack of damp laundry. She does not even twitch.

The piercings jingled with every movement of his mouth and hands, a lewd metallic soundtrack to my pleasure. Then the bald man pressed his mouth deeper against my pussy hole, his tongue plunging inside with a few quick, firm thrusts before pulling back. A moment later, he replaced it with the blunt tip of his cock, rubbing along my folds. The pressure forced my pussy lips apart, making the piercings adorning my pussy jingle with every movement. The bald man’s hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he pressed his cock against my soaked pussy. The piercings on my pussy rubbed against his thick cock as he pushed in, the stretch burning so fucking good.

I stammered, "Kieran's right—" A snarl. Then—rip. He rips my panties down. No fabric barrier now, his hand grips my ass harder, fingers sliding down the crease, rough tips grazing my most sensitive spot, parting my folds. "Mmm!" I shudder, my pussy clenching instinctively, a tingling itch surging as slick drips uncontrollably. Jarek's fingers stir inside me, quickly coated in wetness. A low growl rumbles from his throat, and he slides his index finger in, locking eyes with me. "Don't worry about Kieran. He's known for a while."

A punch to my temple, this time, it hurt. I stumbled, vision swimming. A sharp, burning pain shot up my spine as someone kicked me down. Didn't fucking matter. Because I was already getting back up. Already lunging at the next motherfucker who thought he could talk about Kiyara and live to see another day. The metallic scent of blood filled the air. My knuckles were split open. My ribs screamed in pain. Drip. Drip. Drip. The blood trickled down my forehead. Dab.

“What do you think?” With Chantal deliberately asking her for her approval rather than her opinion with all the excitement to her face. She smiles as she forces herself to do so, where deep inside she could not answer her nor disapprove knowing that she’s facing a threat and more in the image of the innocent noble in front of them. Just then. “Should I also have a say to that?” Pierce by a sharp sword and thrown into the icy lake. JK is caught in shock as his entire body freezes on his stand when at that moment he comes face to face with the person he misses so much.

She still has that look in her eyes that I associate with her as my sub, that longing to please me and take whatever I wish to give her, as long as I keep her on a very short leash. I send Jazz into the bedroom ahead of us, then lift her up onto the counter and get to the more uncomfortable part for her of cleaning her labia piercings thoroughly. They've been healing well but human saliva is about as germ-filled as fluids get, and while I'm sure she's happy to trade the discomfort now for the pleasure she's received, neither of us want to risk her getting infected just

I take my cock out, causing Vee to let out a strained gasp when she spots the Jacob's ladder piercings embedded in the underside of the velvety flesh. "You see this, baby?" I husk, rubbing a hand down the length of my tool. "You think it seems big now?" "Fuck ..." the curse escapes Vee's lips breathlessly. She is quick to slap my hand away from my cock, replacing it with her own. Her hungry eyes on it make the lust slither inside my veins, reaching a boiling point. Vivian holds the base of my cock in a fist, her thumb tracing the seven piercings. She looks at me once, then bends her head until her mouth is hovering over the tip.