Page 8 of Without Me (Men of Inked 5)
Question answered, I gripped the side of her shirt and pulled. The delicate material ripped, coming apart in my hand, and caused her to shriek.
“Shh,” I said as I dropped the cloth to the floor.
I glanced down at her ample breasts, which were peeking out over the top of her bra. They’d been made for me—or at least, I liked to think so. The bra she had on, white to match her top, was a stark contrast to her skin. The lace covered her tits, but I couldn’t miss her hardened nipples as they called to my mouth.
She tried to cover her breasts with her hands, but I pulled her arms to her side. Then I dropped to my knees and brought my face level with her bountiful breasts. Leaning forward, I locked my fingers with hers and sucked her nipple into my mouth. She quaked as I sucked the stiff peak into my mouth.
“Anthony,” she cried out, gripping my fingers like a vise.
“Mmm,” I moaned into her flesh.
“Oh, God.” She arched her back, thrusting her chest farther into my face.
When her body rested flat on the door, I released her hands and gripped her waist. Holding her in place, I took my time and gave each breast equal attention. Her fingers knitted into my hair. I could smell her, the need she felt for me rivaling the want I had for her. No longer could she deny what we had. The urgency couldn’t be stopped by anything but a complete and thorough fucking.
After using my nose to trace a path down her stomach, I ran my lips along the edge of her pants. Her skin burst into goose bumps as I planted light kisses onto her flesh. I slid my hands across her abdomen to the button hiding my salvation.
“Anthony,” slipped from her lips as I started to unfasten her pants. “Wait.”
Stilling my hands, I laid my forehead on top of her stomach, trying to catch my breath. “Max, I want you more than anyone in my life.” I kissed her. “Please don’t stop me now. I have to fuck you.”
“Don’t stop,” she mumbled, pushing my head down with the palms of her hands.
I went back to the task at hand. As the button busted free, I tucked my fingers into the top of her pants and tore them down her legs. The top of her matching white lace panties made my stomach do a backflip. Fuck, my entire body was celebrating.
As I slipped her pants lower, I ran my nose down the front of her panties and inhaled. There was something about the smell of a woman. The hint of musk and sweetness had always brought me to my knees—just like I was in that moment. It gave me a high, making me lightheaded and dizzy. The only thing that could bring my mind back to any sense of normality would have been to taste and fuck the very thing that caused the weakness—Max.
Leaving her pants at her ankles, I shimmied her panties down her legs. Then I roughly gripped her thighs, spreading her open as she slid down the door. My tongue darted out, finally tasting her pussy.
Her arousal filled my taste buds and caused my mouth to water. It drifted across my tongue and drove me forward. One taste wasn’t enough. When I went home tonight, I wanted to still taste her and have her scent on my face. There wasn’t a part of my body, or hers for that matter, I didn’t want to have lingering for hours as a reminder.
I used my tongue to part her as I ran it deeper into her pussy. She moaned and pulled on my hair to the point that it stung, sending a spark down my spine. My cock ached as it grew inside my jeans, which were now too tight to handle the package they contained.
This wasn’t the time to think of myself and be a greedy bastard, though. I had to get her to the point of no return. The vehemence with which she’d denied her attraction toward me and the coldness she had displayed could slither into her mind and bring the evening to an end. I couldn’t let that happen. I wouldn’t.
Even though I could feast on her for hours, I needed to bring her to the brink. As I captured her wetness, I circled her clit. When I sucked it into my mouth, her thighs trembled in my grip. While using my hands to steady her, I assaulted her clit, sucking and flicking with my tongue until she began chanting, “Yes!”
A vocal woman is a pleasure to fuck. There’s never a time when you have to second-guess if what you’re doing is working for them. Each woman has a different way they like to be handled. Some want soft while others need rough. Experimenting was fun, but finding the perfect rhythm was key. With the way Max moaned, chanted, and screamed, I knew I was on target.
Wanting to add something more to the face-fucking I was giving her, I released one hip, moving my hand between her legs. I ran my fingers through her drenched pussy, massaging her outsides. As her body shook, I tightened my grip on her right thigh and held her upright. Nothing would stop me now. I pushed one finger inside as I continued to play with her clit using my mouth. The heat of her pussy surrounded me as I thrust it in and out.
“More,” she grunted, pushing herself down onto my hand.
I lightened the pressure of my mouth on her clit. I’d give her what she wanted, but not without a little begging.
“More,” she repeated. Her fingers pulled at my hair as I teased her.
Not wanting to be a total asshole, I complied. Sliding a second digit inside, I slowly felt every inch of her insides. Her pussy molded to my fingers, taking their girth with ease.
“Yes,” she began chanting again as I picked up the pace, stroking them inside of her repeatedly.
I sucked harder, pummeled her with my rigid fingers, and held on to her body as I ate her pussy. God, it was spectacular. The only thing I regretted was not being able to see her face from this position. I wanted to watch her come apart from the orgasm I knew would rip through her body and break down her defense.
Just as her pussy started to quiver and draw my fingers deeper inside, I stopped and pulled my fingers out. I had to see her face when she came. I wanted her to see me as badly as I wanted to see her. She needed to remember who was giving her the orgasm, the way I felt inside her as she came apart in my arms.
“Don’t stop. What the fuck are you doing?” she said as she pushed my face into her mound.
“I want to see you when you come,” I murmured on her clit, feeling the shock waves of need and lust that were so close to breaking free reverberate on my lips.
“You can look at me afterward. You can’t leave me like this,” she whispered, glaring down at me as I peered up at her.
“I won’t leave you like this. I plan to”—I licked her forcefully and felt her body jolt—“fuck you until you can’t breathe anymore and you beg me to stop.”
She pulled me up by my hair and I rose to my feet. Her lack of shyness had my dick throbbing for release.
“Let’s get to it, then,” she said as her hands dropped to my shirt.
“You’re so romantic.” I laughed, letting her remove my shirt.
“Fuck,” she hissed as I stood before her bare chested. “Do you have any body fat?”
I shook my head, happy that my body had finally caused her to have a reaction. At the bar, she’d acted so unimpressed and indifferent. Alone, as I stood shirtless before her, she had an entirely different opinion.
After she tossed my shirt, she settled her hands on my pecs. The warmth of her palms scorched my flesh, causing my heart to beat uncontrollably. What had she done to me? I’d never been like this. So fucking needy that I wasn’t acting like myself. Usually, I didn’t care if I saw them come, but for some reason, I wanted to see her explode from my touch. This wasn’t about getting my rocks off. No, this was something entirely different, and I wasn’t sure I liked it one damn bit.
She drifted forward, running her tongue across my SOUL tattoo. I closed my eyes and reveled in the feel of her as she explored my body. It was my turn to sway as the dizziness of the need I felt increased.
As her hands trailed down my stomach, catching on the ridges of my abdominal muscles, my cock jerked. It silently begged to be touched, feeling ignored and angry as fuck.
When her fingers fumbled with the zipper on my jeans, I said, “I have to warn you.”
She glanced up with her eyebrows
knitted together in confusion. “About what?”
“Well I…” I blew out a breath and suddenly felt unsure of myself. “I…”
“You don’t have an STD, do you?” she mumbled on my skin.
I shook my head, wondering how the fuck to say it. I’d never given a woman a warning before, so why in that instant did I feel it was necessary?
“I’m really well hung,” I said, feeling a sense of pride. I’d seen plenty of dicks in the locker room, and I’d seen my brothers’. Not one of them held a candle to the package I was carrying. They were mere child’s play, while I was all man.
“Well, aren’t you cocky,” she whispered as she started to giggle.
“Quite literally, I am.” I laughed and shrugged one shoulder. “You’ll see.” I looked down at her and winked. “I have a little something for your pleasure.”
“Oh, like Trojan,” she teased, and rolled her eyes.
“If you think you’re woman enough to handle it, go ahead,” I said as I rested my hands on my hips.
I wouldn’t give her a heads-up about the hardware I was sporting. I’d let her explore it for herself. It was shocking the amount of women who didn’t have any experience with cock piercings, but it always gave them a thrill.
As my pants slid down my thighs, she gasped and her hand flew to her mouth. “What the hell is all that?” she asked from behind her palm.
“I warned you.”
“What did you do to your beautiful cock?” Her glance shifted between my dick and my eyes as she gawked.
“You don’t like it?” I asked as her fingernails raked across my shaft.
“I do, but you have metal hanging off your junk.” She flicked the ampallang with her finger, sending a shot of pleasure down my shaft.
My dick jumped, responding to her touch, as she slid it through her palm.
“Jesus,” I moaned, needing the release before my balls exploded.
When she lifted my dick, her hand froze. “Another one?” she asked.
I smiled. “Trust me, Kitty Cat. You’re going to fuckin’ die when you feel it inside you.”
She dropped to her knees, bringing my dick near her face as she inspected the hardware. I stood there with my pants down, fully exposed and loved every fucking minute of it.
“It’s just so…much,” she whispered, inching closer.
Her hot breath hit the tip of my cock, and I closed my eyes. I couldn’t keep them open. With her face so close to my dick, all I wanted to do was grab her by the hair and jam it down her throat. I needed to push down that urge to face-fuck her. Squeezing my hips, I focused on the bite of her nails sliding across my skin and tried to ignore the warmth of her hands and breath as she explored my body.
