Page 104 of Little Psycho

I was never good at flirting, but Cali deserves all of the perks that love comes along with.She never got to experience what most of us did growing up, so I’m trying my hardest to give her everything I can.

Back in my office, Cali lies on her stomach in the chair, her dress lifted over her ass, exposing the smooth flesh gracing her lower back.Giving me a devious look, she props her elbow up, resting her face in the palm of her hand.

“Isn’t this a gorgeous sight?”I point out, my eyes drawn to her supple ass and tiny black thong she’s wearing.“I take it you want something.”

“On my lower back,” she wiggles her brows, watching as I gather all the materials I need.

“You sure you want to lie down?Or would you rather sit up and bend forward?”I ask, pulling on a pair of black latex gloves, anxious to feel her body tremble beneath me as I draw a masterpiece on her delicate skin.

“Hmm, how about you sit in the chair and I sit on your lap with my back to you?”she suggests, smirking as if she has something in mind.

“Get the fuck up, Pretty Eyes,” I demand, using the very first nickname that I ever gave her.

A hint of realization flashes in her eyes, and a small, genuine smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she eagerly gets up so I can sit down.

Never having done a tattoo like this before, nervousness rushes through me, fearing I might fuck it up if I become too distracted.But I’m willing to give it a shot anyway.

I sit in the chair and pat my lap, desperate for her to sit so I can feel her juicy ass over my dick.She sits, keeping her dress pulled up past her hips, slightly leaning forward with her elbows on the chair to support her weight.

Fuck, the site I'm subjected to has my dick growing beneath her, and the overwhelming need to be inside her is stronger than it's been in a while.

"So, what am I doing?"I ask, my eyes glued to her ass.

"Surprise me," is all she says, looking back at me over her shoulder with a wink."You're already hard, Dom," she points out, giggling with a gleam of mischief clouding her eyes.

"What can I say?When you're sitting like this on my lap, it's fucking impossible not to be."I bite my lip, suppressing the urge to drop everything I'm doing just to slide inside of her.

Slightly lifting her hips, she reaches under her ass and swiftly unzips my pants, pulling my dick out with one hand.Pushing her lacy thong to the side, she aligns my dick with her entrance and slowly slides down my shaft, wiggling her hips to ease me in fully.Once seated inside her snug pussy, she puts an arch in her back and looks at me again over her shoulder, winking playfully.

"Go ahead, Dominic," she moans."Tattoo me while I ride you.Let's see how good of an artist you really are."

Accepting the challenge, I turn on the gun, my eyes rolling back as she gently rocks back and forth, my cock burrowed between her tight, wet walls.

"You're fucking crazy," I laugh, putting the inked needles to her skin.

"No, Dom, I'm fucking psychotic."Her hands grip my knees, and she holds on tight, feeling the instant burn from the needles digging into her skin.

"Little Psycho is right; definitely fits you one hundred percent."My voice comes out strained as she rides me, making sure to take it nice and slow so I'm still able to tattoo her without fucking up.

But even as I concentrate on keeping the needle steady, the electric thrill coursing through me with every slide of her body against mine threatens to break my focus.She’s pushing me to my limits, each slow grind igniting a fire within that somehow mixes with the undeniable urge to create my art.

I trace the design that pops into my head—the name Little Psycho on top of a horizontal knife with blood dripping down her skin—across her lower back, my hand steady despite the temptation of the heat radiating off her skin.

“You’re going to need to hold still, Cali,” I murmur, my breath uneven as she shifts on my lap, her movements driving me nearly wild.

“C’mon, Dom,” she teases, her voice sultry and low.“You’re the artist here.Let’s see just how talented you are under pressure.”

I arch an eyebrow at the challenge.“Don’t blame me when your tattoo comes out like a toddler colored it if you can’t stay still.”

She throws her head back in laughter, sending chills down my spine.“Oh, trust me.I’m all in for the ride.Just don’t expect me to make it easy for you.”

I grit my teeth against the distraction, focusing on the needle gliding over her skin, but the sensation of her warmth enveloping me is overwhelming.Each slow roll of her hips makes me forget momentarily that we are in my shop—one that could invite far too many eyes if someone were to walk in.

Thank God I locked the doors so that wouldn't happen.

“Just like that,” she whispers as she leans forward slightly, giving me better access to her skin while still grinding on my cock.

The brush of her body against mine sends shockwaves through me, but I maintain my concentration, determined to make this moment perfect despite the chaos around us.Engrossed in the delicate curves of ink on her back, I can’t help but steal glances at her reflection in the nearby mirror.The way her hair cascades like spun gold against her flushed cheeks fills me with an overwhelming sense of admiration.

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