Page 41 of Ink Me Three Times
They own me.
Every nerve ending in my body is lit up, blood boiling, my control hanging by a thread.
She sucks me deeper, throat fluttering around me, eyes glassy with effort and want, and I know I’m not going to last.
Not like this.
"Ivy, I…"
Her lips slide off my cock with a wet pop, and she looks up at me, lips swollen, breath hot, spit glistening on her chin, and I’m so fucking close to the edge, I could tip over from justthat.
But I want more.
She deserves more.
I pull her up fast, fist still in her hair, and she stumbles into me, breath catching as I kiss her like I’ve already come apart.
She tastes like everything I’ve ever wanted and shouldn’t touch.
I lift her off the ground, one hand gripping her ass, the other tangled in her hair, and carry her to the kitchen counter like I own her. She wraps her legs around me, hips rolling instinctively, grinding against the slick head of my cock where it presses hot and ready between her thighs.
She gasps at the contact, eyes going wide.
"Put me on it," she pants, breath scorching my neck. "I need to feel you. Now."
I press her back onto the counter, braced between my arms, and she reaches down, no hesitation, grips me tight, strokes once, twice, slicking me with her arousal.
I hiss through my teeth, head tipping forward to rest against hers.
I push her thighs wider and line myself up, cock sliding through the slick heat of her folds until I’m not sure whose moan that was… hers or mine.
Then I thrust in, slow and deep, and we both shatter.
She moans, head falling back, thighs shaking around my hips.
"Fuck, Freddie…"
"I know," I grunt, kissing her collarbone, biting down just enough to make her gasp. "You feel unreal. So fucking tight, baby. Taking me so good."
Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging hard, and it makes my rhythm stutter.
"You like it rough?" I ask, voice low and mean in her ear.
"Yes," she breathes, already wrecked. "Harder. Please."
So I give it to her.
Hard and fast. The slap of skin echoing in the room, her whimpers rising with every thrust.
She’s clawing at my back now, heels digging into me, grinding into every stroke like she wants it deeper. Wants me buried inside her until there’s nothing left.
"Get down," I rasp, pulling out.
She gasps at the loss, but obeys… slides off the counter, knees wobbling.
"Turn around. Bend over."
She doesn’t hesitate.
