Page 28 of Ink

Xiomara didn’t move.

I knew she wouldn’t. And yet it felt good to see she was as on board with this as I was.

The gun pressed against her skin, and she winced a moment before sighing deep, almost leaning into the pain of the needles. I worked carefully, not even needing a stencil as I looped swirls and letters against her flesh. My gaze occasionally flicked up to find her staring at me, her painted little mouth dropped open as she breathed through her arousal.

With a smirk, I pressed harder onto her, with the hardness of my cock and the gun. Her response was immediate. She thrust up into me and I had the foresight to yank the gun away before the jerking of her body fucked up my neat scrawl.

I frowned down at her, even as jagged shards of pleasure shot through my chest at her inhibitions. “Don’t move,” I ordered.

Her answering moan was all too bratty. Setting aside the gun momentarily, I leaned over her, palming her pussy through her jeans in a single, rough touch. She exhaled sharply, nostrils flaring, and the fire in her answering glare had my dick jerking within the confines of my jeans.

“If you move, I’ll have to punish you.”

Her breath caught and it was followed by a whimpering sound that had me fighting back my own groan.Fuck.

“Be a good girl like I know you can be and don’t fucking move.” I waited patiently to see what she’d do. Instead of nodding, her lush mouth dropped open.

“Okay,” she agreed.

I smirked. While that single word was her submission, there was a daring flare in her eyes that was begging for the promise of a bruising touch and the brutal edge of my demands. And beneath all of that, there were more vulnerable layers piled on but that desperate urge and need for release rose to the top.

I wouldn’t leave her wanting.

With slow precision, my fingers undid the button of her jeans and slid the zipper down. The material parted to reveal her boxers. I played with the edge of the elastic, pulling it back and letting go so it slapped against her smooth skin.

“This is going to be a bit of a challenge,” I whispered, eyes flicking back up to meet hers. “I’ve never fucked someone and given them a tattoo at the same time.”

Her breath hitched.

I smirked.

“You’ll have to sit very, very still for me.” I yanked the latex glove off one hand with my teeth, letting it fall away to the side. “I wouldn’t want to ruin your pretty skin.”

My fingers slipped within the confines of her boxers, tracing over the soaking slit of her pussy. Finding her wet and ready made me want to dive face first into her and suck her off until she was screaming my name.

Tracing the wetness of her folds, I slid a single finger up against her sweet little clit, smearing it with her own juices.

She gave the slightest of jerks against the touch, subtle enough that I kept going, tracing small circles against her nub with my calloused fingers. When she whimpered, I slid back to her slit, teasing her lower lips with two fingers.

I played just enough to satisfy an itch, but kept her on a precipice that had her mouth singing for me. The crescendo of her cries echoed around us, yet she kept herself as still as she could.

I smirked as she trembled from the effort, rewarding her by slipping a finger into her channel.

“Fuck.Ink–”

I reached for the gun once again and hovered over her, bringing it down against her breast.

“Don’t move,” I reminded her right before I turned it on and began my brand all over again.

Her light brown skin darkened with my ink while my fingers stretched inside her. Another one slid inside, scissoring several times. She gushed against me, juices sliding down my fingers and against my wrist.

“Ink–” Her breath stuttered out of her.

I paused long enough to look up and see her biting down hard against her bottom lip. Hard enough to draw blood.

With deliberate slowness, I pulled the gun away and slipped my fingers from her pussy, bringing them up to her mouth. They caressed her bottom lip, a tender gesture I never knew I was capable of making before.

She had no fucking idea just how bright she was. Like the sun, and I was powerless to the pull of her orbit.

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