Page 25 of Ink

Digging into my neck, he yanked my head back up a fraction and I gulped a lungful of air, right before he shoved me face down onto the mattress once more and thrust into me from behind.

My scream was muffled as his thick cock stretched me to fullness. I gasped for breath, but he only pushed my face down harder right before he began to thrust.

Brutal snaps of his hips met mine. The wet noises of our joining echoing through the room. He grunted with every plunge inside, his cock splitting me open from behind, pushing in and out of my channel with the violent ease of someone who owned my body.

And maybe he did. At least for this moment in time. He owned me, and my body wept and begged for more, pulling him into my pussy, throbbing around him.

I grew lightheaded with lack of air, feeling my vision fade around the edges. I trembled and he yanked me up to breathe.

“Ink,” I whispered. It was the only word I could make myself utter before he began his relentless assault on my body again. We were only half naked, and yet the heat that flowed between us was enough to scorch me down to my soul. His grunts became a soundtrack in my ears, and eventually I joined him in my cries.

He wasn’t kind. He wasn’t gentle. His palms slapped at my ass, the sting building an ache that almost sent me spiraling right then. My arms flailed, hands grasping at nothing. Ink just yanked me closer, pushing inside me so deep, I swore I could feel him in my fucking throat.

“You like this, huh?” His hand snaked beneath me to palm my breast. It was painful, the way he squeezed, but it sent every thought flying from my brain.

I rocked back against him. “Yesss…” He pinched my nipple, causing the word to come out in a hiss.

“Sí, Xiomara.Tómalo todo. Take my fucking cock. Take it all.” he snapped his hips against mine, bowing over me. His every rough breath blew against my cheek, the weight of his body a suffocating comfort that I relished in as my body pulled taut.

“Yes, yes, give it to me.Dámelo.” My pleas spurred him on, faster, harder. Every vicious thrust sent a zing through my clit. He hadn’t touched me there, and yet his hips pressed my own onto the bed, creating a contrasting friction between his violence and the softness of the covers. It kept me on the edge of an orgasm, something within my grasp only to be yanked away each time.

“I want to fill you with my cum,” Ink growled, and the words sounded like a fucking threat. The danger of that implication made a thrill shoot through me. Like we were playing a game of chance. It shouldn’t have turned me on as much as it did, but…

“Sí,” I begged. “Yes. Yes. Yes!”

I wasn’t sure what I was begging for in that moment, if I was pleading for my release or pleading for him to cum inside me. I was aware of the hot pulse of his cock and the lack of protection between us. It was irresponsible, and I couldn’t bring myself to give a single fuck when he was pushing me to the edge of where I wanted to be.

My orgasm crested and I chased the sensation. My hips slammed back against his in desperate wanting.

“Oh, fuck, Xiomara…”

The guttural way he said my name was what finally sent me over the edge. I spiraled, free-falling through a void without a parachute. I cried out, screaming into the blanket as he continued his assault.

It was perfect.

It was vicious.

It was brutal.

And it was safe.

The warmth of his cum filled my insides. His cock swelled just before his release claimed him, and he bowed over me, thrusting in snapping inelegance against my body as he chased his own release. I squeezed tightly around him, causing a curse to slip from his lips.

He fell against my back a fraction of a second before hoisting himself up. The loss of his touch was like being flayed open. My breaths came out harshly, but I didn’t move.

His fingers hooked back into the waist of my boxers and he yanked them up. The dark material caught the sliding warmth of his cum, pressing it back against my pussy.

Ink patted my ass, and there was affection in the gesture. I was sure of it.

“We’re going to go back out to the party,” he said in a harsh exhale. “And you’re going to keep my cum inside you like a good girl.”

I nearly whimpered at the words. But he wasn’t done with me. He leaned over me again, his scraping jawline passing against my cheek.

“And while you’re flirting with my club brothers, you’ll do it with my fucking seed inside you.”

It was probably the most he’d ever spoken to me. It was with a whispered hint of violence and anger. It was possessive when it had no right to be. But all my earlier irritation fled, replaced with a strange warmth that spread from my head down to my toes.

His seed was inside of me, and it felt like he’d branded me. It was ridiculous, irresponsible. I should have been pissed off that he hadn’t used a condom, but the thrill of the risk outweighed any sense I should have had in my addled brain.

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