Page 29 of Ink

“Taste how wet you are for me, baby.”

She released the brutal hold on her lip, dark eyes hooded as she dropped that mouth I desperately wanted to fuck open. I shoved my fingers inside and she lapped up her own essence like it was candy.

I jerked my hips against her in a poor imitation of what I wanted to do to her.

“Such a good fucking girl, aren’t you?” I pulled my fingers from her mouth and she released them with a pop. They immediately went back into her boxers and to her pussy.

I wasn’t slow or tender this time. I shoved my way inside with a force that made her cry out and jerk in surprise.

“Hmm,” I hummed. “Que rica estás. I can’t wait to fuck you again.”

Once again, the gun found itself into my hand, the buzzing drowning out her cries of pleasure and pain as the needle touched her skin. I resumed digging it into her flesh, swooping and whirling, my movements purposefully slow as I divided my attention between the tattoo and her weeping pussy.

“Sí, mójame. Get me so fucking wet, baby.”

Her pussy drenched around my moving fingers, soaking down to my palms with every thrust in and out.

“Ink. I–I can’t–” Her hips canted up a fraction.

The needles dug deeper into her skin, darkening her even further. I curved my fingers inside at the same time, relishing in the sound of her cries.

“You’re trying so hard to keep still aren’t you, baby?”

I usually didn’t like to speak when I fucked. There never was a reason when I usually dipped my dick into club putas. They weren’t with me for the conversation, and I wasn’t either.

She was different.

She needed this. From the way her insides squeezed me like she could choke the life out of my fingers, strangle my pulse, swallow me fucking whole, I knew shelovedmy words.

Every dirty fucking bit of them.

“Fuck, baby.” I let out a low hiss when her walls fluttered around me. She was close. I could feel it.

But so was I.

“No. Don’t you dare fucking cum, Xiomara.”

She whimpered in response.

I slowed my thrusting, sweeping her wetness out and against her clit. A final test. It burned against my fingers as I circled it.

“Don’t cum,” I ordered.

“Ink–”

“Don’t.” I flicked her clit. Hard. She gasped, the sound drowned out by the buzz as I neared the end of the tattoo.

“Mírate nada más. Tan mojada, tan caliente. So wet and hot for my cock. You like pain with your pleasure, baby? You want to be fucking spanked? Choked?”

She let out a low hiss and a moan. “Yessss…”

“Te lo voy a dar,” I promised. “Te lo daré todo.”

She was right there on the crest of her orgasm. I could feel it. Sense it.

I wanted it but not yet.

My hands pulled from her boxers and she cried out a protest but I ignored it. Wet fingers met her neck, pinning her down as gently as I could manage.

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