Page 44 of Ink's Devil

That’s all the permission I require before I make short work of removing her boots, jeans and panties, leaving her top on as I’m too impatient. Then her legs are over my shoulders and my mouth finds her cunt so fast it makes her gasp.

“Ink!”

I’m relentless, remorseless, when I find her wet and oh so ready.

“There, no… Up a bit… There.”

Her instructions make me chuckle, knowing my voice is vibrating against that sensitive bundle of nerves. “Now who’s trying to take what they want?”

She stills, then giggles softly. “But Ink—”

I growl and raise my head, while slapping her ass cheek. “You’ll get what I want to give you. When you’re in my bed this is mine, understand?” Then I go back to what I was doing.

I already know it turns her on when I take charge, or at least when it’s her pleasure I’m chasing. I certainly don’t need her guidance, I know my way around a woman’s body, and it hasn’t taken me long to learn hers. It’s only a minute before her thighs start to tighten around me, her muscles rippling and clenching and then she’s screaming.

Her taste has got me so hard, it’s only this side of painful.

I stare down at her. “Fuck, Beth. I don’t know what you do to me.”

“Is this going to be another six condom night?” she asks, impudently, a challenge in her eyes.

“Christ, you’re going to be the death of me. Is that all you’re here for?” I give an exaggerated sigh.

“Why else do you think I’m here?” She chuckles, brazenly.

Good question. “Because you can’t resist me?” Fuck knows, I can’t resist her.

“Well you have got a magic cock.”

That pulsating organ is what she homes in on now, reaching down, circling my length with her hand, and I hiss, even her touch feels better than anyone else’s ever has.

Stretching over to the bedside table for a condom, I push her hand away and quickly sheave myself. “I can’t wait,” I tell her, my voice sounding harsh with my need to be inside her.

I turn her, manoeuvre her onto her knees and thrust inside. Her cunt clutches at me as though trying to pull me in further. There’s a handprint on one cheek that’s reddening nicely, so I place a matching one on the other side making her jerk.

“Ink!” she cries out, thrusting her hips back against me.

I love how much she likes my hand on her ass, how it arouses her.

Now I regret not fully undressing her, so I reach around and improvise, pushing her top up and squeezing my hands on those tits. I always thought I preferred them larger, but that they fit nicely into my palms is actually a turn on.

Thank fuck her bra is again another which fastens in the front. When I flick it open her breasts topple out, leaving me free to pinch her nipples.

Christ, I love it when she jumps and I’m deep inside her. “Ink,” she cries out, but not in protest. “Will you move for fuck’s sake,” she wails while I’m concentrating on her tits.

I slap her ass again. “Who’s in charge?”

For an answer, she pushes back against me, rolling her hips which makes my cock jerk. I might think I’m driving this, but she’s giving as good as she gets. Christ, I fucking love her reactions to me. She takes everything I give her and still comes back for more. Testing me, pushing me. Keeping it spontaneous.

I squeeze her tits tightly and thrust once, hard, inside her. “Who’s in charge?” once more I ask.

Again, she pushes back against me, making me smile.

Leaning over her, I place my lips next to her ear. “I think you’ll find I’m the one in control.”

Sliding my hand under my pillow, I remove what I’d left there. Those nipple clamps in the same shade of blue to match her hair.

I take her by surprise when I clip one on. She jumps. “Ow!”

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