Page 268 of Inferno

As she takes out the gun and black ink, I unbutton my shirt, watching her concentrate on squeezing the ink onto the little tub.

“I’ve had this planned for so long I don’t even need a stencil. It’s all in my head, exactly every line, every detail.”

She twists on the battery pack and it hums to life.

“How long will it take you?” I question.

“Hmm. Maybe an hour, it’s a fine line, so it shouldn't take long. Why?”

I drop to my knees and spread her legs wide.

“That means I have an hour to feast while you work.” I look up with a smirk from between her thighs, and her eyes are wide, her plump lips open.

“Pain and pleasure, sweetheart. I want you dripping all over this leather seat and soaking my face. Once you’ve finished with your art, I’ll throw you down on the mat and fuck you senseless. Until then, I will enjoy you.”

Her eyes flick between me and the tattoo gun in her hand, and the determination is clear in her eyes.

“Am I allowed to come, sir?”

I nod.

“As many fucking times as you wish. This isn’t punishment, this is a reward,” I tell her, and slowly lick along her center, with my fingers digging into her knees, holding her legs apart.

She props her arm on top of the cushion and dips the needle in the ink.

“You’re a wicked man, Mr. Quinn,” she tells me with a smile on her face that tells a different story.

So I suck on her clit in response.

“I’m just obsessed with finding all the different ways to make you come, Charlotte.”

I have more planned for when she tattoos me.

I want to explore her in every possible way and allow her to find out what she loves and what she doesn’t so much. That way, every single time is perfect for her.

“I like that about you, Declan. I like you obsessed.”

She begins to freehand her tattoo, and I get to work, starting off slowly to work her up and let her adjust to both sensations.

Once she’s starting to soak my face, I insert two fingers slowly.

“Jesus, fuck. Declan,” she hisses, and I look up.

“Get on with the tattoo, don’t worry about me, baby,” I tell her, spanking her clit before she gets back to work, and so do I.

Making small circles, I let my fingers work their magic, bringing her close to the edge.

When I hear the machine turn off, her fingers lace through my hair and she rides my face.

“That’s it, baby. Take what you need from me.”

I feast on her like a man starved, working in the rhythm of her hips as she bucks against me.

“Declan!” she screams, and I nearly explode in my pants hearing her cry out for me.

I hook her trembling legs over my shoulders and curl my fingers; as soon as I hit that spot, her body shakes against me.

I lick up every drop of her. I seriously don’t know how I will last a full hour without needing a release.

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