Page 24 of Rox

By the time my face is back in her cunt, and my hands gripping her ass cheeks, I’m naked. My cockhead is purple and angry. I’m more than ready to overtake her.

“Please, Max. I need you.”

I line myself up and start rubbing my cock up and down, making sure to play with her clit with my head. “Is this what you want, Rox? You want my cock?”

“Yes. Fuck—” she lets out a breathless moan, “—yes, please.”

I line up and push in just enough to fuck her with the tip. Short, shallow thrusts, enough to drive us both crazy. I’m gripping her ass harder in order to attempt to keep myself from slamming deep into her. I want to tease her for a little while longer.

“Max! Max.”

“I know, baby. You need more?”

“Yes! Fuck! Fuck me, please.”

I lean forward so I’m right next to her ear, “Only because you asked so nicely.” I lick her ear before I straighten myself up and slam into her as hard as I can. Her resulting scream is music to my ears. I don’t stop my assault on her. The sounds she’s making are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.

I’m grunting and moaning as much as she is. I’m ready to explode, but I’m not doing anything until she does. “Fucking come for me, Rox. I need it.”

I tilt my hips, and I know I’ve got her right where I want her when she smashes her face into the pillow to quiet the screams she lets out. I slam into her a good handful of times before I bury myself as deep as I can, releasing everything I have deep inside of her.

She collapses onto her stomach, and I follow, landing on top of her. I slide off enough so I can kiss her when she turns her head toward me.I love her.

“What?” she asks me with a smile.

I want to tell her the truth. I know I alluded to it when I was giving her everything I did earlier, but I didn’t come right out and say the words. As much as I feel them, I’m terrified of what it means for her when I do. Is it a step I’m ready to take? And because I can’t take the risk just yet, I tell her something else, but still very much the truth. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Rox.”

Thirteen

Roxie

Ever since Duncan realized Angel was in my life, he’s changed his tune. He’s still a dickbag, because he can’t fully turn that off, but he’s trying. If I can even call it that. Everything is a backhanded compliment. His face and tone never match his words. Stanford seems to think he’s being honest. He hasn’t stopped Duncan from being a tool in a hot minute. But something about how Duncan is acting doesn’t sit right with me.

Ever since Garrett came in and made it clear I was done doing the jobs he hires out for, and Duncan is to focus on getting me in a chair, Duncan’s been…whatever the fuck this is.

“It’s nice to see your line work improving in the last little bit,” Duncan tells me as I hunch over a walk-in client.

“Thank you?” I tell him back more as a question. Unsure how to really respond because what the hell? “I appreciate the compliment, but my line work has never been the issue. I’ve been tattooing for years now. I want my own chair, and that’swhy I’m here, Duncan. Working my way up the ranks, the same way you had to do.”

He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. His eyes speak loudly, and he doesn’t like my response. He wanted me to accept his compliment without a response. I’m not going to sit back and let the man I’m working on think I don’t know what I’m doing. My legs are proof, I know. There are rules to this business. I need the apprentice hours. Hours Angel wouldn’t give me. Which is why I’m here, being stared at by this ass.

“Now, now, Girl,”don’t punch him, don’t punch him, “there’s no shame in not being the best at things. You’ve done great working with both me and who I can assume is Angel, but you haven’t been here that long. Even in a short amount of time, you’ve grown so much. I’m just saying you must have been practicing in your personal time.” Duncan is trying to be nice, but his inner asshole is still poking through.

I let out a deep breath through my nose. I don’t know what his problem is, but I do know snapping at him in front of the man I’m working on is not the correct answer.

“Holy shit, you know Angel?” The older man in the chair looks more comfortable now than he did before Duncan opened his mouth. “I have been trying to get into his chair for years.”

I can’t help the prideful smile that graces my face. In an attempt to find a creative release, I have watched Angel start the shop from nothing to the empire it is today. I’m not going to discredit where credit is due. He showed me a few things before he and my dad decided my path wasn’t good enough for me, but my passion and dedication dictated my skill.

I’m lucky because I have a natural talent. Creating art comes easily to me. Working on myself allowed me to hone my own distinct style. I’m working in this shop to make my name known. I want someone to hear my name and have the reaction this man is having to hearing Angel’s.

“Yes. I grew up watching him create amazing art and turn his shop into what he has today. I’d sit with him when I was younger so he could teach me. I took those things he taught me and started tattooing myself for practice. I didn’t want people to think I was getting preferential treatment because he’s my honorary uncle and best friend. No nepo-babies here.” The man in my chair laughs at that as I wipe the excess ink off before continuing with his piece. “So, I picked the second-best shop around and will pay my dues here and get by on my skill and talent alone.”

Duncan isn’t the only one who can toss out a few backhanded compliments. I see Duncan’s eye twitch before he leaves and heads down to his station.

“Sorry about him.”

“It’s no problem. I wasn’t worried about your work. I’ve been watching you the whole time. You’ve got a steady, firm hand. It’s clear you know what you’re doing. I understand what you mean with the nepo-baby comment.”

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