Page 27 of Ink

She pulls the waistband down and I lift my ass off the seat enough to help her get my pants down. The next thing I know she lowers her mouth and my senses are filled with her warm mouth wrapped around me. Her mouth feels so good that I instinctively want to thrust myself deeper but I hold back. This is her show and I want to see what else she wants to do. She runs her tongue up and down my shaft and the sight alone is enough for me to blow my load. I groan out in pleasure, being perfectly tortured by her sweet mouth.

She takes me into her mouth again, going deeper until she gags. She slightly pulls back and begins sucking me harder. My dick is too big for her to take all of me into her mouth so while she sucks on me she uses her hand to pump me up and down. As much as I would love to come in her mouth, I’d rather be balls-deep in her when I release. “Baby, I don’t wanna come in your mouth. I want to be inside you.”

She meets my eye as she continues to suck me. Once, twice, three times up and down. She pops me out of her mouth and stands up. She reaches to the center of her bra and releases the straps, letting them fall down her arms, letting the bra fall to the ground. Her tits spring free and fuck if they aren’t the most perfect pair I’ve ever seen. Her light brown skin, her darker nipples. I watch them harden even further. I lean forward and capture one with my teeth and gently give it a tug while sucking on it.

Her moan fills the room and it’s a shot of adrenaline in my veins. She stands in front of me in only her heels and those tiny panties. I’ve got one tit in my mouth, a hand kneading her other and I can smell her arousal. Just as I think I’m going to take control, her hand reaches up and tugs my hair, pulling my mouth away from her. I look up at her and she’s drunk on arousal but she makes a tsk tsk sound and wiggles her finger in a no-no gesture.

I hold my hands up in surrender and sit back in the chair like a good boy. I’m rewarded for my obedience when she comes forward and straddles my legs. I can feel the heat from her pussy, the little scrap of fabric doing nothing to mask how warm and wet she is. Her mouth descends on mine and I can taste myself on her lips. If she thinks this deters me she’s wrong—it only spurs me on.

My hands roam over her body—I don’t know where to keep them. I want to touch her everywhere at once, hold onto her, keep her close. I settle on wrapping her long hair around one of my hands while my other continues to roam. Our tongues clashing, dueling, and dipping. It feels like an eternity passes as we devour each other—again and again—it’s too much, it’s never enough. She starts to grind against me and I can’t take it any longer. I release her hair and plant both of my hands on her hips to steady them.

In one full motion, I take the sides of her panties and rip them from her body. Her wet pussy is on top of my dick and she’s so warm and wet that I could come from just the feel of her. “Put me in baby.”

With no hesitation, she rubs my dick against her slick lips once, twice, and then lines the head up with her entrance. She sinks down on me and it’s pure bliss. I’m balls deep inside her and she’s sitting on top of me as I sit in this wooden chair. She starts to move up and down, fucking herself on me, racing me to the finish line. As her movements grow faster and more erratic, I help keep her bouncing up and down with my hands on her hips. Our bodies begin to cover in sweat and I can tell she’s getting close to her orgasm.

I shift my hips and pull her down, taking me deeper inside. She screams out in pleasure and moans, “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I’m so close.”

“Never baby.” I thrust into her over and over, my thighs burning, my arms slick with sweat. Then she begins to stiffen. Her stomach hardens, her legs get tight and then she’s coming.

Her shouts ring out into the quietness of the room. “Yes, oh… yes. I’m coming!”

I piston my hips, working myself in and out of her, chasing my own release. Her body slumps against mine as she finishes riding out her orgasm. Her body is flush against me and it’s the weight of feeling her entire body against me that I feel myself start to come. As I come she kisses the side of my neck softly and whispers in my ear, “So good.”

I wrap my arms around her and hold her against me, hugging her and then softly kissing her. She’s perfect for me. With our foreheads together, I look at her and tell her. “I love you. You’re perfect for me. I won’t take one day for granted with you. I want you to know that.”

She doesn’t say anything, her eyes closed. Then she softly pecks my lips in acknowledgment. “I love you, too.”

She pulls away first and I help her stand up. I can see my release begin to run down her inner thigh. “We didn’t use a condom again.”

She stands there and looks at me. “I trust you.”

Then it hits me. “Oh shit. I hope we weren’t too loud and didn’t wake up Lucia.” I start gathering up my clothes to get dressed in case she rushes down the steps.

She laughs lightheartedly. “Ink it’s okay. She’s having a sleepover with Colton at Rayleighn and Rider’s house.”

I blow a breath out. “Shew. For a second, I thought I was going to have to dash into the bathroom to hide my bare ass.”

She leans forward, pretending to look at my ass. “That’s a good one. You can leave that bubble butt exposed tonight.”

I bark out a laugh. “Baby, I’ll let you use me for my body any time you want. Just say the word.”

Carmen

After going back for seconds, where Ink took me on all fours and gave me the most mind-numbing orgasm of my life, we finally laid down in bed to get some sleep. It was a little after two in the morning and I was beyond tired. Being cocooned in his arms with his warm body pressed up against me, I fell asleep in no time.

The rustling of the sheets and the loud what the fuck jars me awake. At first, I think I’m still asleep, experiencing yet another nightmare of the night those jerk-offs came in and assaulted me in my parents' house. As I blink and rub the sleep away from my eyes, I take in the scene before me. I begin to wish that it was a nightmare and not in fact reality.

Ink in only his black boxer briefs is being dragged from the room by two huge men. Both men are wearing jeans, black motorcycle boots, and that familiar cut adorned with blue and red flames. I go to get up off the bed to follow them. I know they’re bigger and stronger than me, but I can’t let them just take him and sit here doing nothing. I begin to crawl across the bed when I’m unexpectedly jerked back by my hair.

My eyes fill with tears and my scalp feels as if fire ants are crawling all over it. When I’m able to move enough to see the face of the man holding onto me by my hair, I see the familiar face of the giant from my nightmares with the Vice President patch on his chest looking down at me. His words do nothing to erase the fear inside me. “Hiya doll face.”

He tugs my hair. “Up.”

His lone word leaves no room for interpretation. I do as he says and scramble as best as I can to stand up. His iron grip never leaving my hair. He’s holding it, forcing my head to a certain angle. He steers me through the bedroom door and down the steps. My bare feet hit the cold wood floor. It doesn’t even register to me until then that I am only wearing one of Ink’s baggy t-shirts. When I get to the bottom of the steps he stops me by placing a rough hand on my forearm.

The open floor plan allows me to immediately take in Ink who’s being pushed into the same kitchen chair that we had sex in a few hours ago. The thought of him being hurt makes me feel sick. His lip is split and bleeding and it looks like he’s got red marks and bruises on his ribs. His eyes are wild as he assesses me, searching for bruising that isn’t there—yet.

One of the men with Ink takes out a pair of handcuffs from a black bag laying on the ground by his feet. I watch as they cuff his hands behind his back. The giant behind me nudges me forward so I shuffle my feet, not knowing exactly what he wants me to do or where to go. He pushes me forward until I’m just a few feet in front of Ink.

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