Page 74 of The Tattoo Artist

With his eyes on mine, he takes my hand and drags it down my stomach towards my cunt. He takes two of my fingers, and slowly begins to rub onto my clit. I release a soft gasp, but his eyes hasn’t left mine. His lips hover over mine, my eyes begin to slowly close as he continues to move my hand.

“Ares...” I whisper his name.

“Angel...” he whispers back, “keep rubbing onto yourself.” I do as he says, his lips press onto mine and I feel his tongue asking for entry. I open my mouth wider, and his tongue slips in and finds mine. “Now...” he takes my finger and drags it down from my clit. “Push your finger inside.” He whispers.

I release a gasp, as he pushes our fingers inside.

It was tight. The feeling.

“Slowly, in and out.” He orders me, sliding his finger out as he sucks onto it. “Fucking hell.” He murmurs out. “If you cum, I’ll let you taste.”

He pulls himself up from the bed, and just as I was about to stop- he shook his head at me.

“Don’t stop.”

And so, I continue, fingering myself as he drags the chair from the desk and settles it in front of my spread legs along with his drink. He takes a seat.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

I’m sweating.

“Ares...I-”

“Continue angel.” He speaks, sipping his whiskey as he leans back onto the seat. “I haven’t told you to cum yet.” My stomach was tightening. “Add another finger for me.”

I push in another.

“That’s it, good girl- spread your legs wider.” I wanted to squeeze them together, not spread them wider. I moan softly, my head touching the mattress covers as my back arches.

I need to cum.

It needs to happen.

“Faster angel.”

“I-ahhh-shit!” I look up, and there he was with his dick out of his pants- masturbating to me. I use my free hand to push down one of my legs which was beginning to shake.

“You don’t cum until I do.” He orders.

“I-I can’t!” I let out, tears falling down the side of my face. “Ares…” I moan, “please…” I beg him.

“Cum.” The words I never thought I could hear, I finally un-clench my stomach and moan as I remove my hand.

I didn’t even get a chance to breath before his lips were crashed onto mine. “You’re fucking amazing.” He whispers against my lips, kissing me passionately. His hand slides down my cunt, and I wrap my arm around his neck.

He brings two fingers to my face and smirks; he opens my mouth and pushes his fingers inside. I gag for a moment before he pulls it out, he grabs my face and presses his mouth on top of mine to taste me. Ares’ lips are warm and inviting, fitting perfectly against mine as if they were made for each other. I melt into the kiss, losing myself in the sensation of his touch.

His hand cups my cheek gently, his thumb grazing my skin with a feather-light touch that sends shivers down my spine. I respond eagerly, tangling my fingers in his hair as I deepen the kiss, desperate for more of him. Our bodies press closer together, the heat between us intensifying with each passing second. I can feel his heartbeat echoing mine, a rhythmic melody that fills the space between us with a sense of urgency and longing.

As I slide my hand under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips, Ares breaks the kiss for a moment. With a flick of his wrist, his shirt is thrown to the side, revealing his sculpted chest bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the window.

My breath catches in my throat at the sight, a primal desire coursing through me.

Without hesitation, I lift myself up from the bed, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Ares’ lips find mine once again, his kiss sending a surge of heat through my veins. His hands roam over my body, igniting a trail of fire wherever they touch.

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