Chapter 324: Spaghetti Western
*Wrong movie, but do you feel lucky? – Shiloh*
Pagan stood on the porch waiting for Shiloh to park and walk across the street. He was as nervous as a high school kid on a first date. Yeah, sure, she was coming over just to watch a movie.
Uh-huh. Yeah, right.
They both knew what was going on.
As confirmation of this, they were kissing as soon as Shiloh stepped up on the porch. Going through the door, Pagan closed it and pushed her up against it. She was shoving his cut off as he cupped her tits through the dress.
“Are your nipples pierced?” He asked rubbing his thumbs over the hard ridges he could feel.
“Yes.” She breathed out pulling his shirt out of his jeans.
Grabbing the material between his shoulders, he yanked it off and dropped it on the floor. “Fuck. Anything else pierced?”
“Yes.” She whispered gently tugging on the silver barbell in his nipples. “You?”
“Hell yeah.” He grinned at her. “Too many damned clothes.”
Reaching behind her, she unfastened the halter and zipper at her lower back. “It’s got to go up.”
With no further instructions, he pushed the dress up and off her. Being a girl dad, he automatically folded it and set it on the nearby couch. She stood before him in a black lace corset, short black petticoat and platform shoes. Pagan untied the petticoat and let it fall to the ground.
“Holy shit. Thigh highs? I’m going to need a minute.”
He sank to his knees and ran his tongue along the edge of the hosiery and garters. Lifting one of her legs to his shoulder, he began to kiss, lick and tease her through the sheer lace.
“Pagan.” Shiloh whimpered.
He hummed a response as his hands found the top of her thong. Twisting the flimsy material around his fingers, he pulled hard in opposite directions. Leaning back to look up at her, the torn cloth fluttered to the floor.
“Oh, hell.” She said as he dove back in.
The air was soon filled with gasps, sighs and cries of pleasure. He would drive her up to the peak and then let her slowly slide back down. Her hands were buried deep in his hair and both legs on his shoulders. His hands on her hips kept her upright while helping her ride his face.
“Pagan! Oh, God, please.” Shiloh begged.
He put her feet back on the floor and slowly stood up. “I’ve got to get a condom.”
“In my clutch.” She told him breathily.
“Smart girl.”
He started to move away but she pulled him back and kissed him, sucking her juices out of his short beard. Pagan moaned at the soft sounds she was making.
“I’m never shaving.” He vowed as she finally let him go.
“Good.” She accepted her skull shaped clutch purse that had fallen to the floor. Unzipping the small compartment, Shiloh produced a little foil packet.
Pagan quickly shed his boots and remaining clothes. Then he accepted the packet and swiftly rolled the condom on. Pulling her away from the door, he bent Shiloh over the arm of the couch and entered her from behind.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last long.” He gritted out the warning as he grabbed her hips. With quick deep thrusts he pounded in and out of her.
Shiloh was already so close to the edge. Slipping her hand down between her legs, she flicked her hood piercing and pushed herself over.
Her muscles clamped down around his cock. The pulsing sensation was almost more than he could take. Holding himself still, he ran through his to do list in his mind. Once her orgasm was subsiding and he was back in control of himself, he began pounding into her again.
“Whatever the fuck you did, do it again.”
Shiloh flicked and tugged on her piercing. Between his strokes and her teasing, she was nearing another orgasm.
“That’s it, baby. Come with me.”
Giving into the demands of her body, and his growled order, her legs began to tremble. Soon her world shattered, he was right behind her. She felt the warmth of his seed filling the condom.
As he waited for his second wind, Pagan finished undressing Shiloh. Once the corset was off, he became obsessed with her spider web nipple shields. She was writhing underneath him on the couch as he slowly made his way down her body.
He paused to tease her belly button piercing. As he played with the dangling spider on the banana bar, he considered how her whole outfit, including the jewelry you couldn’t see, coordinated.
“Do you always match your jewelry to your clothes?”
Crawling back up her body on the couch, he saw her grin and nod.
“Everything except my hood. It’s hard for me to change that one.”
“Hmmm… From now on, I’m going to be wondering what’s underneath your clothes.” Pagan said as he began kissing her neck.
“I’m willing to show you.” Shiloh purred as she arched her neck and back giving him better access.
He had stripped her of everything except her thigh highs. Without the stays to hold them in place they were making their own way down her legs.
“Do you have another condom? Or do we need to go upstairs?”
She gasped as he bit down on her earlobe.
“I think I have one more.” She dragged her pointed nails up and down his back.
“Good. I want to fuck you into this couch before I fuck you in the bed.”
He nipped at her bottom lip before attacking her mouth with his. Grabbing his ass, she held him in place while she rocked her hips against him. Growling a little laugh, he propped himself up on his forearms.
“You’re dangerous.” He grinned at her.
“Not too dangerous?”
“No.” He gave her another quick kiss before retrieving the little clutch.
The second condom was rolled onto him, and he knelt between her legs. Positioning her how he wanted, he braced himself on the arm of the couch and slid into her.
“Babe, I could fucking live right here.” A roll of his hips confirmed his statement.
Her moan of pleasure let him know that she would let him. His thrusts became harder, more intense and faster. Changing his position slightly, he moved his shaft along her clit. The ladder of barbells across the top of his shaft bounced and tugged on her clit ring.
“Oh, shit! Pagan, I’m…”
The orgasm was so intense that she arched off the couch. Her arms fell limply at her side as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
Pagan wasn’t sure if Cookie and Karan were home. But if they were, he was certain that they heard her scream.
“Oh, fuck.” With a jerky last few thrusts, Pagan joined her.
Pulling her close, he rolled to his back with her trembling body lying on top of him. Smoothing down her hair, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Holding the base of his cock, he slid out of her and removed the condom. Dropping it to the floor to take care of later, he wrapped his arms around her.
“Give me a minute and we’ll… yeah, we’ll do something.”
Shiloh chuckled as she closed her eyes listening to his heartbeat.
