Page 51 of Ink & Desire

“Do you have any idea what this does to me? Knowing how much you want me?”

I can still feel his massive erection against my stomach, so I have a pretty good idea. But I want him to say it.

“Tell me.”

His fingers are still lazily stroking me over the fabric of my underwear, teasing me with a hint of what I wish he’d do. My shoulders are starting to ache from having my arms stretched over my head for so long, but I don’t dare make a complaint about it. Besides, there’s something about the contrast of the mild pain that makes what he’s doing between my legs feel even better.

“It drives me fucking crazy,” he says. “It makes me want to push this skirt up and fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit down for days without remembering I was inside you. I want to own this body and use it every way I want. I won’t stop until every fucking part of you is mine. This pussy.” He presses his fingers harder against me, making me gasp.

“This mouth.” He kisses me hard, his teeth nipping at my lower lip.

His hand leaves my pussy, and he reaches around to grip my ass, his fingers digging in almost painfully. “This ass.”

My mind reels at the thought. Is he saying he wants to fuck my ass? That’s something I’ve never done. I’ve never even considered it before. It seems so taboo. So why am I not freaked out by the idea? Why am I not running for the hillsright now? Because I want this. I want him. I want all of him.

“That’s what you’ve been asking me for, angel,” he says, bringing his hand back between my legs to continue his lazy strokes as if he’s not saying the filthiest things right now. “I don’t do anything halfway. If we do this, I’m going to own every part of this body. There won’t be a single part of you that doesn’t know what it feels like to have me inside you. Understand?”

I give myself a moment to think about his words, even though I already know my answer. What I’m really doing is picturing him taking me in all the ways he just described. I picture kneeling before him, taking him deep into my mouth while he looks down at me. I imagine the expression on his face as he comes, his cock buried deep inside me. I want it. I want all of it. I even allow myself a moment to imagine the feel of him taking my ass. I don’t know if it’s something I’ll enjoy, but I want to try. For him.

I nod. “I understand. As long as we can ease into the ass stuff. I’ve never…had anything in there.”

Corbin’s grin is dark and so sexy. “I’m going to enjoy taking my time getting your ass ready for my cock.”

His grip on my wrists loosens and he trails his hand down my arm until it covers my breast. He squeezes lightly, his gaze locked on what he’s doing.

“You know I’m not going to be gentle, right?” he says. “Not after you’ve spent weeks torturing me.”

“I don’t want gentle,” I say, lowering my hands to his shoulders.

“Good. Because it’s too late for that.”

Without warning, he yanks my top down to expose my breasts to his gaze. I watch as he looks his fill, wondering what he thinks of my body now that he’s seeing all of me. I push aside any insecurities I might feel when his mouth curves up into a small smile.

“Fucking perfect,” he whispers before lowering his head to suck my nipple into his mouth.

His mouth is intense. It’s not gentle, just as he’d warned. He sucks hard, making me gasp at the mix of pleasure and pain. A bolt of desire shoots from my nipple straight to my clit where his hand is still lightly stroking me through my panties. It’s frustrating to have him almost, but not quite, touching me where I want him. I reach between us and brush a hand over the front of his pants where his thick cock is straining against the fabric. He hums in approval at my touch, so I do it again as he moves his mouth to my other nipple, sucking hard enough to wring a cry from me.

“Fuck!” I cry out, my hips surging forward to press harder against his hand.

Corbin releases my nipple and smiles at me. “So responsive.”

I reach for the hem of his shirt and push it up, trailing my palms over the warm skin of his stomach as I do. Being able to touch him like this is something I’ve been dreaming of for weeks. I want to take my time with him. Iwant to savor this moment. But I’m desperate to have him inside me. I don’t want either of us to come to our senses and change our minds now. Not when we’re so close to what we both want. When Corbin reaches for his shirt and starts to pull it over his head, my hands go to his pants, tugging the button open. He tosses the shirt to the floor and lets his hands drop to his sides, giving me room to work. I yank the zipper down and push aside the fabric.

“You want it? Take it out,” he says, a command in his voice.

Part of me wants to tell him to take it out himself, even as a thrill shoots through me at his commanding tone. But there’s a much larger part of me that just wants to know how he feels in my hand. Keeping my eyes on his face, I push his pants and underwear down past his hips until they fall to his knees. I wrap my fingers around his hard length and freeze in momentary shock as I feel hard, metal nubs against my palm.

My gaze drops to where I’m gripping his cock. Several realizations hit me at once. The first is that he’s big. Like, really fucking big. Corbin is a large man, so I expected him to be big, butdamn.I can’t quite wrap my fingers around him, he’s so thick. And long. Holy shit. Had I thought I could take all of him into my mouth? I might need to rethink that. I’m starting to wonder whether he’ll hurt me with this thing. The other realization is that Corbin’s dick is pierced. More than once. I let my gaze track over the length of him, seeingmore metal than I would expect a dick to have. Even after watching Jessie pierce a penis, it hadn’t occurred to me that Corbin might have his pierced too. A shiver runs through me at the thought of where all that metal will touch inside me.

“What’s the matter, angel?” he rasps out. “Second thoughts?”

My mind rebels against the thought of backing out now and I shake my head.

“No. It’s just that I might need to reevaluate my strategy. That’s all.”

He huffs out a laugh as his hands move under my skirt, sliding up my hips. He curls his fingers under the fabric of my panties, and he slides them down my legs until I can step out of them.

“No going back now,” he whispers as he stands to his full height, towering over me.

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