Page 39 of Marked By The Kings

“You’re giving me big bad wolf vibes right now,” she suggests in a flirty tone.

I lean down to her ear and whisper, “Are you saying you want me to eat you? Right here?” I drag my tongue along the curve of her lobe. “Right now? With Joker somewhere outside the room listening?”

Danielle breathes in sharply. “Holy,” she mumbles, her fingers reaching up to play with the fringes of my shirt. “Maybe we should come back later.”

“Oh, no,” I chuckle low and slow against the skin on her neck. “We’re doing this now.”

She groans with disappointment as I pull away from her quickly and turn to the desk beside the tattoo table. It has been freshly cleaned, but I find what I’m looking for. A small, empty bottle waits for me, and I grab it, exiting our love nest. Danielle asks what I’m doing, but I hum loudly as I head to the sink to fill the bottle with warm, soapy water. There is a single-use razor in a drawer beneath the sink and freshly laundered washcloths beside them. I grab one of each and head back to the enclosed space, now whistling a happy tune.

Danielle raises a single eyebrow as she looks at the items in my hands. “And what, pray tell, do you think you’re doing with all that?”

I gesture toward the front of her dress. “I need you to pull up your skirt,” I insist as I pull the razor out of its package. “And pull down your panties. I need to shave you.”

She blushes red hot. “Is-is this because I can’t do it myself? My belly—“ she begins, but I cut her off.

“It’s because Joker’s going to need a clean patch of skin to tattoo,” I explain to her gently.

Danielle reluctantly follows my order with a look of irritation on her face. “Care to tell me more?”

When her panties are off and balled up, I whisk them away into my back pocket. I’ll be saving these for later. When she goes home for the night, they’ll be my memento from our great day together. “Spread your legs, baby,” I order.

“Oh, so we’re doing this after all,” she teases with a grin.

I wish we were. As she opens wide, I see her glistening slit winking at me. I’d chop off my left hand to fuck her here and now. “Any man that ever gets close enough to see your pretty pink pussy will have my name staring back at him. From now until we’re old and gray.”

“What if you’re already graying?” Danielle asks with a disrespectful grin.

“You, hush,” I point the razor at her, “before someone turns you over and smacks your bottom for misbehaving.” I hope Joker never returns.

I perch in front of Danielle with my equipment and place the towel below her while I squirt her mound with the warm, soapy water. She shivers as the droplets trickle between her legs. “Holy,” she says my name like she’s whispering a prayer to God.

I splash some water on the razor before bringing it to her mound. “Shhh,” I glance at her, “I’m working.” With a mischievous smile, I start the delicate process of shaving her.

“I wish you were working deep inside of me.” She says it so low that I almost don’t hear her. But my cock does, and he pricks up with excitement.

Danielle’s done a decent job of shaving herself despite the belly. There are a few missed hairs here and there, but I’ve never really noticed before. Usually, when I’m down here, I’m worried about more important things, like rubbing my tongue against her throbbing button until she dings like a microwave.

It only takes a couple of minutes to get her all cleaned up, and I’m almost sad that I have to drag the towel across her mound, finished. “You’re ready,” I tell her in a gravelly voice.

“For you.” Danielle licks her bottom lip seductively. “Let’s go home,” she begs. “I didn’t know that you shaving me would be so hot.”

I’d love to give her what she wants, but I can’t fuck over my buddy like that. I told Joker my girl was getting a tattoo, and she will. But that doesn’t mean I can’t satisfy her in the meantime.

I hover over the tattoo table and drag my fingers between her open legs. She is wet and sticky, her desire coating my middle finger as I press it past her opening. Danielle opens her mouth to gasp, and I cover her lips with my own. Slowly, I pump my finger in and out, curving the tip until it dances past her G-spot. She moans into my mouth, and I disguise her sounds with my tongue.

She is utterly depraved, and I love it. Danielle is drenched with desire as I put another finger inside her and work them back and forth in tandem. I almost forget we’re in a tattoo shop until…

“Hey!” Joker pulls back the curtain with his bag in hand. “Are you guys ready?”

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DANIELLE

I’m mortified. Holy and I were in the middle of a passionate moment—albeit in the wrong location, I must admit—and Joker interrupts us. He stands there with his stuff in hand as if he hadn’t just caught Holy trying to get me off. Joker dares to ask if we’re ready for him to begin my session even though his friend’s fingers are still inside me.

Holy handles the intrusion better than me. He calmly asks Joker to step outside for a minute. But without an explanation, Joker argues. “But this is my station.”

With his free hand, Holy points somewhere behind me. “Get out, Joker. We’ll be ready in a minute.” A second passes before Holy sighs in frustration and adds, “Close the damn curtain behind you.”

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