Page 64 of Devilish Ink

But the absence of his tongue made me moan, forehead falling to Lee’s knee.

“You stop working,” he said. “Istop working.”

Damn him.

I began working on the tattoo on his upper thigh just to bring his mouth back to my pussy. But it never got easier.

His tongue felt so good licking the length of my entrance and circling my clit that not even thirty seconds would go by before I was forgetting about the tattoo and rocking uncontrollably against him.

Each time he stopped my protests grew louder. Each time my palm was sweatier as I was forced to continue, my heart rate faster.

I was a wreck on top of him. Damp hair from my ponytail stuck to the back of my neck, sweat beaded down my undulating spine, and my inner thighs burned from squeezing so tightly for so long. My breath came in desperate pants and I had to squint to see Lee’s tattoo as the needle continued piercing him.

I wanted so fucking badly to come, but it seemed impossible. Every time I felt that white-hot wave cresting in my lower belly, I forgot where I was, who I was. I stopped working, lost entirely in blinding, toe-curling bliss.

And this was always the very moment when I needed one last dart of Lee’s tongue against my clit or one last violent suck over my pussy.

He never gave it.

I’d nearly come more times than I could count and all I could manage now were desperate, high-pitched whimpers.

“Keep working,” was all he said, his own voice strained as the fabric over his cockhead grew wetter with his precum.

I hardly even heard myself murmuring, “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.”

“Keep working.”

I was close again. Lee’s tongue was driving into me with an inhuman strength and his fingers were digging deep into the flesh of my ass, pulling me even farther down onto his face. Everything inside of me wanted to stop working, to squeeze my eyes shut and come all over his face.

I screamed as I held the tattoo gun tighter, forcing myself not to let go.

The needle went deep, deeper than it ever should have gone into Lee’s skin, as I came.

After being denied it for so long, the release was so intense that I stopped breathing. My back arched like I’d been electrocutedand I held the throbbing needle in place because I was still coming and I didn’t want Lee to stop. I orgasmed for longer than I ever had in my entire life.

When I finished, I looked down to see between lingering white flashes that the tattoo was complete.

I collapsed against Lee’s torso and the tattoo gun fell to the floor. I heard it vibrating against the floor, but I was incapable of moving. I’d never felt more spent.

I wasn’t even capable of keeping my head up as Lee drew me into his arms.

He cupped the back of my head as he laid me down where he had just been. He brushed my hair away from my face as he gazed down at me. He leaned over to kiss me, tasting like me.

My fingertips tingled with pins and needles or I would have reached up to grip him around the back of the neck and keep him there.

“Don’t move,” he said.

“I can’t,” I would have said if I’d been able to speak.

Lee returned with a damp cloth. I lay there, still shuddering a little, as he cleaned me up. I’d been so wet for him. He had to wipe nearly to my knees. I could see the evidence of it all over Lee’s mouth, chin, and neck.

When I finally had the strength to reach for the cloth to clean him up in return, he shook his head, eyes flashing dangerously.

“Don’t you dare,” he said, sounding more threatening than I’d ever heard him. “I crave the scent and taste of you.”

His face softened as he ran his thumb over my cheekbone.

His tone was different as he added, “Don’t take it away from me.”

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