Page 51 of Devilish Ink

Stupid heart.

My fingers dug into his tattooed back. He barely winced even though I must be hurting his unhealed tattoos.

But he didn’t stop me.

No, in fact he fucked me faster.

“So fucking pretty bouncing on my cock.”

My pussy clenched around him, made him curse as he fucked me.

I was so close. I wanted to come more than I needed my next breath.

His hand closed even tighter around my neck. “I want my dick drenched in your cum, pretty girl. Give me what’smine.”

Shattering, I screamed as I came, hard, my vision going white, my body shuddering against the wall as he fucked me through my orgasm.

My pussy fluttered around him as he slowed, his grip on my neck softening, his thumb brushing tenderly against my pulse point.

Nothing else existed except his touch and those damned green eyes.

As he—finally—carried me into the bedroom, he grinned like the devil.

“I’m not done with you.”

RY

Lee threw me onto the bed like a rag doll. His strength should be frightening, but I found myself squirming, need growing in me again as I stared up at him, towering over me as he stood at the bed’s edge.

My heels dug into the mattress, pooled the sheets at the base as he unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the old wooden floorboards of his bedroom.

God, he was glorious. His wide shoulders covered in ink, his back tattoos curling around his thick lats and the naked couple so fresh and raw under its plastic wrap, over his firm chest.

Then his jeans were down and kicked off his ankles, his cock springing back as he straightened.

He was thick and long and perfect.

My pussy ached, remembering how good it felt to have his cock inside me.

I let out a whimper. I needed more.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispered.

I watched his eyes trail up and down by body. His gaze twisted round me so possessively that I swore I could feel it, like a snake itself around me, squeezing tighter and tighter.

He grabbed my ankles and tugged me toward him.

Our eyes met as he lowered his face into my pussy, his hands running along my inner thighs.

I let out a moan. “Please…”

He brushed the tip of his nose against my clit and let out a groan. “Fuck, you smell better than I remember.”

Something about what he said seemed…off.

But he licked me long and flat with his tongue and my mind short-circuited as glorious tingles spread through my body.

“Yes. Please,” I begged hoarsely.

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