Page 86 of Call You Mine

“They’re permanent, Damon, and no matter what happens between us, I'm permanently yours.” I don’t pay attention to the twinge of guilt I feel hearing her say those words. Even more, I ignore the way my heart feels the same way.

I nod, taking the washcloth and soaking it in the warm water, squeezing any excess out before placing it over her skin. My hands are clean so I refuse to use any gloves that will prevent me from feeling her skin beneath my touch as I make my mark.

She gasps and I can’t help but laugh. “That’s just water baby.”

“Don’t laugh at me okay, I know it’s going to hurt. It’s just the anticipation that has me shaking.”

“I’ll try to numb it but you’ll still be able to feel a pinch, especially here.” I trail my fingers over her upper thigh right under her hip bone. “This is a really sensitive spot.”

“Just do it already,” she says, lying back and closing her eyes. “I want your mark on my skin.”

“Eyes on me, Princess. I want you watching as I do this.” She groans in annoyance but does as I say and sits up, resting on her elbows. She looks fucking perfect. Her hair falls in a tangled mess over her shoulders, the longest strands teasing her nipples. I drape her legs over mine as I rub a small amount of cream over the skin I’m going to work on.

Prepping my gun with a new sterile needle straight out of the package, I lean it against her skin allowing her to feel the soft vibrations. “Okay you ready, I’m just going to free hand it.”

“Mmm,” she moans, so turned on by what I’m about to do. I start off slowly, letting the needle do all the work as I write outthe first letter. I rarely do my best work using fine lines but I know for this, I have to make it as delicately as possible.

The vibrations mixed with the small sting of pain I know she’s feeling, makes her throw her head back as a louder cry leaves her lips.

“Fuck,” she curses, annoyed. “How is this turning me on so fucking much? What have you done to me?” She sits up straighter, holding my gaze as I look up at her quizzically. “It’s like since the moment I came back to you, all I can think about is sex. Sex with you, your cock in my mouth, in my pussy. Your tongue and lips over every inch of me. I need therapy.”

We both laugh at her rant and although she’s not wrong, because I feel the same way about her, I let her talk, distracting her from the pain she’s feeling as I continue spelling out the rest of the word.

I take another twenty minutes until I finish, completely satisfied with the way it turned out. Quickly cleaning up the area with the damp towel, I apply a bit of healing ointment before taking her hand in mine and pulling her upright.

Wyn’s eyes watch me curiously, wondering what I’m about to do. I lead her over to the full-length mirror hung up on the wall and watch mesmerized as her eyes widen in surprise.

“Mine,” she whispers, reading the word I tattooed on her upper thigh.

I brush her hair over her shoulder to one side, running my fingers over the strand of diamond she has yet to take off. With one hand under the tattoo, the other around the back of her neck, I lean into her trailing soft kisses against the exposed flesh of her neck as she throws her head back slowly.

“Arch your back forward, baby,” I command, ready to test out the true power of what I’ve just done. The tattoo on her says mine, let's see how true that is.

Wynter’s eyes glisten with desire as she arches her lower back and pushes her ass up against my cock, teasing me as she wiggles slightly. “Tell me Damon, tell me what to do.”

Her voice, fuck her voice. So hot and low, breathless and fucking seductive.

“Perfect,” I tell her, grabbing my hard cock in my hands. I line myself up with her entrance, easily slamming it into her drenched and aching pussy. Wynter cries out in pleasure, her pussy instantly tightening around me as she feels the thickness of my dick stretching her wider and wider until she’s perfectly wrapped around me. I thrust in and out of her hard and fast, gripping her ass as I fuck her. I need to feel her lips wrap around me, sucking me dry like they know I own her.

I know she feels my cock go deeper with every thrust, squeezing her eyes shut when the intensity becomes too much. I wrap her white hair around my fist, a stark contrast to the black ink on my knuckles, and tug her head back hard. “Look at me baby, watch me through the mirror. Watch how I claim what’s mine. How I mark you with my cock just like I marked you with my gun.”

Wynter lets out a high-pitched moan, her voice cracking as she whimpers in ecstasy. I pull her hair harder and I push deeper inside of her.

“Fuck. God yes, Damon. Fuck, harder, baby please,” she shrieks and it only eggs me on. She begs me not to stop, her ass slapping against me and turning bright red as I slam into her.

“Hold on Princess,” I tell her, “Use your hands to hold on to the mirror for this.” She obeys, placing her palms on the mirror in front of her to hold herself up. I bring my free hand currently holding her by her waist and smack her across her ass, watching her red cheeks bounce against my flesh as I continue to thrust inside her.

I’m so fucking close, so ready to come inside of her, something I haven’t stopped doing since our first time together. I’d fucked no one raw, no one only her.

I pull out of her only to thrust in hard one last time, my throbbing cock ready to implode. “Fuck, Wynter, look what you do to me. I’m going to come. Come with me Princess, fuck please come on my cock baby, on your cock.”

Her moans grow louder, her movement quicker and more desperate as her orgasm builds inside of her, and just like that, we’re both thrown over the edge, our orgasms equally deafening, threatening to take us out from just how intense this between us is. Her pussy tightens around my cock, as she pumps me, riding out her orgasm and squeezing her own tits as she stares at me through the reflection on the glass.

Sliding off of me, my baby girl kneels on the floor between my legs. She reaches for me, stroking me hard and fast as she stares into my eyes.

I don’t recognize the woman looking back at me. This goddess is overcome by desire, hypnotized by pleasure and obeying ever command like a fucking good little girl.

I watch my cock disappear into her mouth, her hot and needy mouth which knows exactly how to pleasure me. She sucks me hard, taking her time licking around my shaft, the piercing she fucking loves so much, tasting her own arousal on me as she brings me back to the precipice of another orgasm. She releases me, grabbing her perfect round tits in her hands, she wraps them around my cock, sliding up and down along my cock. I watch mesmerized as she lets me fuck her tits, the sight to fucking much for me to handle.

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