Page 5 of Ink's Devil

Why does he keep spitting numbers at me?

Then I couldn’t give a damn. My brain turns to mush as he starts moving.

Christ, this man knows what to do. That swivel of his hips makes his cock touch all the right places. Then he does it again. And again. Oh God, am I going to survive this?

Like many tall girls I was a late bloomer. Even my first self-administered orgasm was so late in putting in an appearance, I’d begun to fear I was asexual. But a study had reassured me my late development was normal due to the excessive hormones responsible for my height. In addition, I’ve only been able to come from oral fairly recently. Until tonight, I’d given up on the hope I might be capable of coming from internal stimulation alone, but as my body tenses and reacts to his, I start to wonder if Ink might prove me wrong.

I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. He’s not rough but forceful, hammering in until the bed’s bouncing against the wall and my last conscious thought is that anyone in the next room must hear the knocking and will be left in no doubt as to what we’re doing in here. But I don’t give a damn as my muscles tighten in the telltale signs that I’m coming. I couldn’t stop it if I tried. My pussy clamps on his cock and my hands move again, this time to shove my fist in my mouth to muffle my scream.

“Seven,” he announces. “Want to hear you, babe.”

“Did you…?”

After giving me just a few seconds to recover, he resumes thrusting. “No.”

“God!” I cry out a minute later, when he brings me to the peak and I go over again.

I have three orgasms before he finally lets himself go. I feel him swell, feel his body leaning on mine, feel him press in, pull out slightly, then repeats his action twice more. The third time he holds himself in groaning, “Fuck, babe, fuck.”

As I slowly recover my senses, I open my eyes to see him, his lungs heaving and his head bowed.

Hmm. He said he had stamina.I’m just about to make a snide comment, when he suddenly raises his head, looks at me and grins widely. “Not bad, little girl. Not bad at all.”

Will he be giving me marks out of ten next?Or was that his weird number counting? If I’ve only earned a seven, is that disappointing or good?

He pulls out, and holding the condom securely, disappears into the bathroom. Shortly after, I hear a toilet flush and the sound of water running in a sink.

When he reappears, he looks serious for a second, eyeing the room. Then he breathes out unexpected words.

“Ah, that will do. Come here, babe.”

Instead of returning to the bed, he sits in the armchair that the hotel provided.

My eyes crease as I watch him pat his lap. If he wants to cuddle, why hasn’t he joined me on the comfortable mattress? But yeah, well, I could do with being held for a moment. After how he’s treated our encounter, it’s something I didn’t expect.

I groan slightly as I pull my overworked body up, and naked, cross the room to him, my lips curving in anticipation of his arms encircling me. But as I turn to place my ass on his lap, he instructs again.

“Nah, babe. Lie over my legs.”

What?“What?” I ask out loud.

He pats his lap.

I don’t move.

“Christ, woman, that’s eight. Do as you’re fuckin’ told.”

Proving once again how fast he can move, he strikes like a snake, standing and manhandling me until he’s sitting back down and I’m lying with my stomach on his thighs, my legs trapped by one of his strong muscled calves, and his hand pushing hard on my back to keep me down. “You’re going to have to learn to do as I say,” he murmurs.

“Ow!” The sharp slap to my ass startles the cry out of me, as much from the shock as the pain.He hit me.Oh no, I’m not putting up with that. But as I struggle, I feel his palm rubbing my buttock until the sting becomes a warm flush that heats my skin, and I’ll be damned if my clit doesn’t tingle.

The heat of his hand disappears, and another hard smack comes on my opposite flank.

Jeez. That hurt. That…

He rubs again, and this time I can feel myself growing wet.

“You smell good,” he says softly in an amused voice. “Your sex. Sweet.”

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