Page 86 of The Tattoo Artist

I grab my shirt and throw it to the side, revealing my khaki bra and his lips continue to attack mine as we undress ourselves. His trousers fall to the floor, my jeans get stuck to my ankle as I fall onto the bed. He slides them off and kisses down my leg, I release a gasp from his cold lips as they slowly reach my inner thigh.

“Be rough.” I whisper. “I know the last time we had sex; you were trying to be gentle but don’t this time.” His lips pull away from my neck, and his eyes lock onto mine.

“Alexandra-”

“Ares, I’m not asking you.” His eyes slowly darken.

“Take your underwear off, put it in your mouth.” My stomach flutters, and I slowly slide down my underwear as he turns around to the bedside table. He grabs what looks like tape and turns to face me. “Mouth.” He orders me again; I shove my underwear inside of my mouth before he slides out a piece of tape. He tears it with his teeth and moves closer to me before layering it above my mouth.

He turns me around, pushing me down onto the bed before grabbing both my hands behind my back and taping it. His rough hands slam against my ass, I release a muffled moan. He kicks my legs apart, my ass in the air-my face resting on the covers. I feel his finger brush against my exposed clit, “so fucking wet already.” He pushes his finger inside of me, thrusting it in and out-my eyes widen at his speed wanting nothing more but to moan loudly.

I feel his other hand slide down my spine before reaching my bra-he unclips it and it flings open. He adds another finger, and I could hear the sound of my wetness. He slaps the side of my ass harder, I groan-my eyes closing.

I think he forgets how strong he really is.

But every time his slaps me, I feel myself growing wetter.

He brushes the tip of his cock along my cunt, up and down before he pushes himself inside of me in one go. I scream into my underwear, and he grabs my taped hand before plunging into me, I could feel his entire dick inside of me. His free hand travels down and wraps itself around my hair before pulling me up.

He thrusts into me, and my eyes slowly roll back from the pleasure it’s providing me, suddenly both his hands grab onto my throat, and he wastes no time going harder-the sound of his balls slapping against my cunt echoes around the room along with my silenced moans.

“Mhm.” The sounds huddled in my throat wanted to come out, to express how good he’s making me feel.

“Look at you taking my cock like a good girl.” He whispers into my ears, his hands tightening around my throat-how is he lasting so long? My pussy clenches around him, and I could tell he likes it by the groans leaving his mouth. His dick slamming into me, my back arching and then he pushes my head back down into the mattress. I’m unable to breathe, but I don’t care.

I love this.

He unloads inside of me.

I cum all over his cock, suffocating into the bed sheets.

He loosens the hold on the back of my head, tears forming on the side of my eyes from the silent pleasure as he lifts me up. He slides of the tape from my mouth, pushing his hand into my mouth as he removes my underwear.

He kisses my mouth, and then pushes me down onto my knees.

I look up at him, “open.” He demands, my mouth falls open almost begging him to do whatever he wanted. He shoves two fingers deep down; I gag wanting to grab his wrist, but I couldn’t. “Come on angel, you can handle more than two fingers.” He rubs onto his hard cock before plunging it deep into my mouth, the sounds that came out of me were unforgiving, but he seemed to like it as he guided my head in and out and I feel my spit falling out of the sides of my mouth.

He groans, I look up to see that his head has fallen back.

He looked like a Greek God.

He pushes into me fast and suddenly I feel his slap me across my face. I gasp with his cock deep into my mouth, and he slaps me again.

“Fucking hell, you’re beautiful like this…on your knees. For me.” He whispers, I could feel him slowing down before hot semen shoots down my throat. He slides his cock out; I finally take a deep breath and he lifts me up from the ground and his thumb enters my mouth as he opens it widely.

“Tongue.” I slide out my tongue and watch as he spits into my mouth before turning me around. He rips the tape with his bare hands, and I bring my hands in front of me as I rub my red wrists, I feel his lips slowly sink into my neck.

“How was that for you?” He whispers, I smile leaning my back against his chest.

“Amazing.” I whisper, secretly wanting more.

As I finished my refreshing shower, I wrap myself in a fluffy towel and made my way downstairs, my damp hair clinging to my shoulders. The thought of checking my phone crossed my mind, and as I pick it up, I notice a new message notification from Aunt Coraline.

Aunt Coraline (9:03pm): please make sure to use protection!

Aunt Coraline (9:03pm): I already used this Virgin Mary excuse once.

Aunt Coraline (9:04pm): also, I’ll give you a call if your parents are on their way, have fun!

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