Page 22 of The Inkslinger

“Doll,” Laine’s voice sounds like he has been chewing gravel. “Are you getting turned on?”

“Yes,” I moan loudly, my hips lifting in invitation, knowing I can’t do anything to mess him up now that he has stopped working.

“Fuck.”

His tongue finds my center and I vaguely hear his tattoo iron hit the tile beneath us. He doesn’t have to do much before I go off like a rocket. I scream loudly as my body convulses and my thighs clamp around his head.

His ministrations start to slow as the last of the tremors leave my body.

“I need to get a condom,” he says, standing.

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Please. I’m on birth control.”

“Like I would care if I knocked you up, bound you to me always,” he murmurs lowly as he positions his cock at my entrance.

His words have heat spreading through my body. “Please,” I whimper.

I’ve never begged for anything in my life, but I want him. I want him to feel me and not through latex. I don’t have to ask again before he is leaning over me and slowly feeding his length into my heat.

“Fuck!” he moans.

He holds himself perfectly still once he bottoms out, but I can’t wait, tilting my hip, trying to get him to move.

“I need a minute,” he says, lowering his head to my heaving chest. “I’ve never been bare, and I am going to come before we even get started.”

It’s a strangely sweet thing to hear and I can’t help but smile. Tilting his face toward me, I kiss him deeply, allowing him some time to gather himself. It doesn’t take long before he is fucking me, though. His large, tattooed hands hold my thighs open as he watches his cock penetrate me again and again.

“Hailey,” he breathes my name reverently, pinching my clit harshly and sending me over into the abyss before he follows, filling me with his cum.

I’m just glad everyone has gone home already.

Chapter Twelve

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