Page 102 of The Tattoo Artist

Fuck, her cunt is made for me.

Her cunt is the only one that would and could ever pleasure me. Her name escapes my lips in a fervent whisper, a testament to the intensity of our connection. “Ares... fuck!” she screams out, her fingernails digging into my chest.

“It’s your cock angel, make yourself cum.” I whisper out, her hand presses down around my throat. Her ass slapping against my balls, the sounds echoing into the room. I grab onto her hips, my grip firm as I move within her, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Each thrust brings us closer to the edge, I’m close. I need to fucking cum! I groan as she tightens around me, her warmth and wetness driving me to the brink of madness.

And then, she moans, cumming all onto my cock. I love the way she moans, the way she sounds. I flip us around and thrust into her. “Ares! Ahh!”

I slide out of her, resting my cock onto her stomach as I ejaculate healthy semen. She grabs my face, pulling me down to her lips as she kisses me. Her tongue finding its way down my throat almost, her hand grabs onto my cock as she strokes it. “Again…” she whispers.

Most definitely.

Without hesitation, I oblige, pushing myself inside of her once more. She moans in pleasure as I grip onto the headboard, using it as leverage to thrust myself deeper inside of her. Her fingernails digs into my back before dragging down, I know she’s going to be leaving marks on my body.

Even better for me.

With each movement, the intensity between us grows, our bodies moving together in a passionate rhythm that borders on the edge of madness. The room is filled with the sound of our ragged breaths and the creaking of the headboard, but I had forgotten my own strength, and suddenly the headboard breaks. Alexandra gasps, looking back at the mess beside us, the wooden slabs fallen all over.

For a moment, we both freeze, stunned by the unexpected turn of events. Then, Alexandra bursts into laughter, the sound infectious as it fills the room.

“Oh my god,” she exclaims between giggles, “did you... break it?”

I can’t help but join in her laughter, the absurdity of the situation washing over me. “Looks like it,” I reply, a grin spreading across my face as she kisses me. But we quickly refocus on the passion between us as her walls tighten around me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. “Fuck, Alex... fuck!” I groan, lost in the intensity of our connection.

Suddenly, the door bursts open, and I shoot my head back in shock to see Atlas and Adonis standing there, their mouths agape in disbelief. In an instant, I scramble to cover Alexandra with my body, shielding her from their view.

“Get the fuck out!” I yell, my voice laced with urgency and frustration. Adonis reacts quickly, slapping his hand over Atlas’ eyes before both of them scramble out of the room, their footsteps echoing in the hallway.

As the door closes behind them, I turn back to Alexandra, who is now laughing softly. I can’t help but smile, my heart swelling with love for this woman who has brought so much joy and laughter into my life. “They never learn, do they?” I chuckle, sitting down on the edge of the bed, she slides her arms around my neck-her breasts against my back.

“No, they really don’t,” she replies, her laughter contagious, kissing my neck, I bring her over to straddle my legs.

“Let me go sort them out, you sleep in,” I whisper, planting a tender kiss on her lips before reluctantly pulling away. She nods, a sleepy smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she nestles back into the sheets. I stand up, grabbing my discarded boxers and joggers from the floor, slipping them on hastily. “Don’t think we’re done, angel,” I murmur, shooting her a playful wink.

She pushes me away.

She’s so fucking beautiful.

Everything about her.

She looks absolutely stunning, sitting there against the broken headboard, her hazel eyes glistening with a mixture of desire and contentment. Despite the chaos of the moment, there’s a serene beauty about her that takes my breath away.

I leave the bedroom and make my way downstairs.

“What the hell are you two up to?” Their heads turn towards me, and I catch Atlas trying to hide something behind his back. This little boy is always caught up in something he shouldn’t be doing.

“So, you guys are back together? I can already see a little Aralex on the way,” Atlas grins mischievously.

“Aralex?” I question, glancing at Adonis, who shrugs his shoulders while raiding the fridge, he slides out a can of coke and I hear the fizz as he flicks it open.

“Alexandra and Ares put together, it’s a good name for when your kid comes.”

What the fuck?

“First of all, that is a stupid fucking name and second of all-what the fuck is wrong with you guys coming into my house uninvited all the fucking time.”

“Oh, shit, man! You won the bet,” Atlas whispers, pulling a twenty dollar note from his back pocket and handing it to Adonis, who snatches it eagerly.

“What fucking bet are you talking about?” I demand, confusion swirling in my mind.

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