Page 51 of Scorching Lies

Adding another finger, I put pressure on her clit. Her hand lifts from the shirt, so I slam my free hand down on it and she cries out. That sound makes my dick jump in my pants.

“Fuck, baby. Make that sound again and I’ll come all over your needy cunt.”

Moving back to her face, my hand cups the back of her head, lifting it off the back of the bench.

“Watch how your pussy swallows my fingers. How hungry you are for me.”

Pumping in and out, the sound of her wet cunt sucking me back in over and over has my mouth watering.

“Rye, please. Please.”

“I’m just getting started.”

I rub her clit with the pad of my thumb while pushing my fingers in and twisting until her legs are clamping around my waist. Letting her climb that high until she’s so close her body shakes with the building release. I slide my fingers out of her dripping cunt, and grip her hair, I want her still for this part. Her eyes follow my other hand, watching and waiting. Leaning to the side I grab the tattoo gun and dip it in the black ink that’s sitting to the side.

“Tsk tsk.” I shake my head. “He should really keep his area clean. Someone could get a fucking infection from open ink.”

Turning back to her, I hold up the gun with a feral grin. My teeth are more bared in a snarl than a smile.

“Unbutton my jeans.” I order.

Leaning forward as much as she can with her hair twisted around my wrist, she uses one hand to free my button, sliding my pants down my ass.

“What are you doing?” Her voice shakes.

“Grab my dick, Killer.”

She swallows. Licking her lips. So fucking needy.

“I want you to guide my dick to your dripping pussy.”

“Mmhm.” She moans around an exhale.

Moving forward as she pulls me closer, she rubs the head of my cock against her clit, chasing after that high. Pulling backwards she drops me, her grey eyes popping up from between us, she bites her bottom lip again.

“Try again.”

This time when she pushes me against her slit I jolt forward and bury myself inside her.

“Ryker!” She screams.

Heat shoots down my spine when her pussy quivers around me. She tries to breathe through the adjustment, her hips lift, dropping down in a slow motion. I let her keep the pace while I force her head back, bending her until her eyes are only on me.

“I told you what would happen if you let someone touch you.”

Thrusting harder a moan slips past my gritted teeth. That sound drives her on, her heels dig into my back, using her thighs to grip my waist. With my hold on her hair I flick the tattoo gun on using my toe to press down the button on the floor. She instantly stops as the buzzing sound reaches her ears. I use the hold I have on her and yank, making her head turn back to me.

“Eyes on me.”

Looking between us, I spot a smooth patch of skin just above her waist band, near the dip of her hip. With one last look at her wide eyes, I press the needle into her skin. She doesn’t flinch away from the pain, she chases it. My dick twitches inside her watching how she takes my dick while I mark her skin.

“Oh fuck. Please Ryker. Please.”

“This is what happens when you let other men touch you. Now shut that pretty little mouth and let me finish it.”

She’s trembling. Sweat covering her skin. Her eyelids lower. I drag the needle through her skin one more time. It’s messy and fucking shitty, but it’s mine. Looping the last letter, I toss thegun to the floor still buzzing. Looking down at the red jagged line, my chest caves at the letters on her skin. Her movements are slowing. Her eyes connecting at the same spot.

“Ryker. Oh god!” She cries out.

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