Page 55 of Tattoo My Heart
“Much better.”
I let out a sigh of relief and continue stroking myself. I’m okay with not forcing my cock down Evie’s throat, but I am not about to miss out on the release I’m seeking.
“Uh, Cal,” Evie tries again. “What are you doing?”
I avoid answering her question and reply with one of my own.
“Are you sore?”
She shrugs. “My knees ache a little. This floor is rough.”
It takes a second for her words to sink in. That is not what I meant at all, but it figures that Evie is completely oblivious to what I am actually needing to know.
“Your pussy, Evie.” I have no idea how I manage to say the words without laughing. Her face turns tomato red in an instant.
“What about it?” she lifts her chin at me in defiance.
“Is it sore, baby?”
In an instant, she is up on her feet, marching up to me, finger in my face.
“Cal Prentice, that is none of your god damn business. I can’t believe you would even ask me such a thing. Who do you think you are? That is…”
I reach out and grab her by the arm. Before she can fight me off, I yank her forward and she lands right in my lap. Now it’s me who’s a bit sore.
“I need to know how sore you are,” I speak into her ear, “so I know how hard I can fuck you, my queen.”
Her entire body stiffens up at my words.
“I thought you wanted me to suck your dick.”
God, I think I love this girl. I drop my head to her shoulder, fighting back the urge to laugh my head off.
“I want this to be good for you, baby.”
“Then stop calling me a queen,” she snaps at me. “Especially when you mean it the way you do.”
“You claimed that title all by yourself,” I remind her. And now I’m laughing for sure.
When she leans back in my lap, her ass presses just so on my cock, taking my breath away. I just want to pick her up and impale her on me.
“I know what this is about,” she informs me, and she doesn’t sound happy about it at all.
“I do too,” I assure her. “I thought we were on the same page when we walked in here.”
“Not just that, you buffoon,” she gets into my face. “You don’t think I can give a good blow job.”
It’s me now who’s leaning back so I can see her better. She is right on the money with her assessment. I just never thought she’d call me out on it.
“Well,canyou?” I turn the tables on her.
Without another word, she slides off my lap ever so slowly, like she knows how much pain she is inflicting on me, and how much I love it.
I groan in despair when I realize that she might be leaving me here like this, pants under my ass and cock out in the wind.
She drops to her knees in front of me, and just stares. I am getting harder with each passing second, and my breath is stuck in the back of my throat as I wait her out.
The determination on her face takes my breath away when, with absolute concentration, she places her fingers around me.
