Page 185 of Tattooed Love

My fingers explored her sensitive skin, and she arched her back as soon as I touched her. I smirked. She was going to come again, whether she wanted to or not. I could read her body. I knew when to tell her to come. Like right now, as she started to shake.

“Come on sweetheart, open that mouth of yours.” I kissed her clamped lips. She was keeping it all built up. “You ready sweetheart?”

She shook her head.

But her body was ready. A few sharp pumps, and she would explode again.

I picked up my pace, “Come Amber.”

She shook her head, fighting it.

I thrust into her harder, feeling her walls clenching. “Start moaning, or I’ll drag it out.” I took her nipple in my mouth and my warning didn’t fall on deaf ears; she moaned as soon as my mouth touched her. “You ready sweetheart?”

She nodded her head, breathing sharply. “Just don’t make me wait any longer.”

She was waiting for me to tell her she could. I smirked. She really did listen. When she wanted to. “Come for me,” I whispered in her ear, and I felt her tremble around me again, bringing her forehead to mine, as she panted and my name came off her lips again. “I’m never going to get sick of hearing you come or seeing you come.”

“You’re going to kill me. Remind me again how many times is mandatory?”

“Twice.” I kissed her lips. “But, tonight, we are going for three.”

She groaned. “Can’t you be happy you got me there twice?”

“I want to set a good record. One I can try and beat every night.”

“This! Every night!”

I smirked. “Yeah, sweetheart. Every night.” I pulled out of her and flipped her over. She was on her knees when I entered her again. “Now, are we going to set a good record, for our first night back together?”

“One to really mark our relationship starting again?” She kneeled, sitting up, and I placed my hands over her breasts.

“Yeah, one that is memorable.”

“I think three would be a benchmark.” She turned to look at me, with a smirk on her face. “But I want to know what your personal best is.”

“Oh sweetheart you shouldn’t have challenged me. You’re going to regret that.” I picked up my speed, easing her down, my hand running up her back.

“I think I already am,” she said through gritted teeth.

I kissed her shoulder. “I’m aiming for six.”

She groaned. “God, that isn’t possible.”

“Now you come when I say, and you say what?” I said, picking up speed again.

“Your name,” she said, getting breathless.

“Which is?”

“Jax.”

“I want to hear it louder this time.” I didn’t just want her moaning it, I wanted her screaming it.

“What if someone hears?” She said that like it would be a terrible thing. She also said that like that was the reason she had been keeping her mouth clamped shut.

“I don’t give a fuck. Now I want to hear it louder.”

“You really want everyone to know you are fucking me?”

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