Page 26 of Ink's Devil

“Need something, little girl?”

“Need your hands on me.”

And I need to touch her. Pushing the remnants of her tee to either side of her body, I’m tempted to slice up the sleeves and remove it entirely, but the material hugs her biceps tightly, and I don’t want to risk nicking her perfect skin, I can make this work. Thank fuck, her bra is front fastening. With just a flick of my wrist I have that undone, leaving her breasts naked to my eyes. My memory hasn’t failed me, they’re not much more than a handful but provide greater temptation to my cock than the fake or even the naturally more voluptuous ones I’ve sampled over the past few days.

I grin evilly.

Her breath hitches. “What?”

Leaning across her, I open the drawer where I keep my shit, and take out a packet. Fuck knows what made me make this purchase. I tell myself it was an impulse buy and nothing to do with the woman I was with last weekend, but the colour blue of the jewels perfectly matches her hair even though the brilliance of it has dulled some since the wedding.

The thought of seeing her wearing nipple clamps, her whole body flushing, a wave of red moving down her skin as though illuminating the path to the heaven that’s hidden between her legs, is something that has my cock once again painfully pressing against the material of my jeans. So much so, I leap away from her, shrugging out of my clothes as if I was ridding myself of acid instead of denim.

Then I get down to business. Fastening my lips over one nipple then the other, working both into hard nubs, I then attach those clamps, watching her gasp as she becomes accustomed to the sensation, seeing her squirm as the pinch arouses her even more.

“Ink!”

I draw back a little, studying her face. “You doing okay?”

“Fuck yeah,” she breathes out, her body writhing making those clamps bounce.

“I think my little girl likes having her nipples pinched, doesn’t she?” I breathe against her skin, noticing how smooth it is. I’ve never taken my time to think much about the whores, they were there for one thing, mutual satisfaction which involved a cock in a cunt or other available receptacle. Beth’s more than that, much more. I twirl a strand of her blue hair around my fingers, it’s silky and fine.

“I do,” she replies to my question. “Ink, I feel so good.”

“Gonna make you feel better.”

I get to work immediately. Staring into her face, cataloguing every expression, I bring her to her peak on my fingers, then slide down her body, and hear her come again, this time on my tongue. Then, after clothing myself with the promised condom, I slide my cock home, pausing for just one moment to enjoy the sensation, just as good as I remembered.

“Legs, wrap them around me,” I order, hissing when she obeys, the movement allowing me in deeper.

She’s a runner, I remember as her limbs grip me tightly. She moves with me as I start hammering in, pushing back against me, taking all of me.

“You good?” I rasp out.

“So good,” she responds, her hands curling around the chains as if bracing herself. “So fucking good Ink, I’m coming.”

“That’s right, babe. Squeeze my…” I lose all thought as her muscles grip me. This isn’t the frantic coupling of last week when we both seemed to want to prove something. This is sweeter, more than just fucking, though I’d hesitate to put a name to it.

When we’re both spent, I kiss her deeply. I fucking love how responsive she is under my tongue, against my fingers, and on my cock. The feeling of her long legs wrapped around my waist had taken me to heights I never knew existed.

Then I untie her hands, and we do it again. And again.

Several hours later, I let her sleep, exhausted in my arms.

It never crosses my mind to do different. When morning comes, she’s still there—as if she belongs.

What do you say to a bitch who’s spent the night in your bed?

Who the fuck knows? Not me, that’s for sure. “Mornin’, babe.” Well, it seems a good start when at last she opens her eyes.

She stretches, much like a cat, even arching her back. I swear, she purrs. “What’s the time?”

“Nine-ish.”

“In the morning?” Her eyes widen.

“Yeah. How about that?”

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