Page 30 of Inked Beasts

Just when I’m ready to combust, he bends and swipes his tongue over my clit, making me see stars.

But it’s just one touch and then he’s back up on his knees, stroking, his cock getting so hard that I can tell he’s torturing himself too.

“Gage, what happens to bad girls?” My voice is shaking, positively desperate, and finally he takes pity.

“Bad girls,” he says, moving between my legs, “need to be fucked hard.”

LEXY

At last, he feeds his thick cock into my pussy, filling me with one smooth stroke, his hips crashing into me, jolting both me and the bed. His teeth graze over one of my nipples as he draws back and pushes into me over and over, hard, just like he promised.

It’s so good.

Another orgasm races up and overtakes me, holding me for a long time in a blissful nothingness that’s everything at the same time. Gage keeps pounding me, keeps sucking my nipples, keeps teaching this bad girl a lesson with each stroke of his cock.

When I come back to myself, my eyes open to find him watching me. His pace has slowed, though he’s still pressing in deep, hitting a spot that’s satisfying and unsettling at the same time. At some point, he’s untied my hands, so I’m finally free to touch him. One of his hands grips my hip, and he’s making me his.I’ve always been his.

His dark eyes barely blink, and they’re saying so much.

My impulse is to look away, but I force myself to hold his gaze as he fucks me slowly, deeply, and thoroughly—as he makes love to me.

My hips rise to match his rhythm, my inner walls squeeze him tight. Our eyes are locked on each other as our breathing grows shallow, our hearts connect to beat together.

He brings me to the edge again, and then sends me over with a whisper of my name. “Lexy.”

As I start to come, I’m aware of his body stiffening over mine, and a sound rumbling from somewhere deep in his throat. We’re coming together, and the beauty of it pushes past my fragile heart to pierce my soul.

I’m shattered into a million pieces, and I don’t want to be put back together.

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Gage spends the night with me, and instead of crawling off into a dark corner like I wanted to earlier, I cuddle as close to him as I can, grateful for his warmth and tender strength.

I have the sense that I’m in the middle of a storm, and maybe he’s the one who started it, but he’s also the one who can keep me anchored and safe.

When I wake up in the morning, I’m still in his arms. We’re spooning, like I did with Kai, but I’m on the opposite side of the bed this time, facing the other way, and I realize I’m not bothered about it, even though I’m usually very particular about sleeping on “my” side of the bed.

I’d probably always be comfortable with Gage, in a sleeping bag, on the floor, outside on the ground, anywhere.

He knows when I’m awake because his embrace tightens, giving me a hug to start my day. “Good morning.” The thick, sleepy quality of his voice awakens more parts of me—very specific parts—but I’m not sure more sex is the best idea, not yet. Though I’m very tempted, I need to find my equilibrium first.

I understand deeply now why people say sex “rocked their world.”

“Good morning.”

He answers my greeting with soft kisses, on my shoulder, my neck, and then after turning me toward him, on my lips. “How are you feeling?” He presses his lips to the center of my forehead.

“Wonderful.” And it’s the truth in many ways.

“Me too.” His smile is so warm and genuine, I can’t help but smile back at him.

We talk for a while, nothing consequential, and he holds me all the while, seemingly in no hurry to let me go. Eventually, with resignation in his voice, he says, “Unfortunately, I have an early client today.”

But he doesn’t leave abruptly like Kai did. He showers, and doesn’t push when I decline his offer to join him there. After he’s dressed, he’s generous with warm hugs and lingering kisses, and I know I should stop comparing him with Kai, but it’s hopeless. Of course I’m going to; how could I not?

They’re both so important to me, and both so strong in their individual ways, yet very different. I’m incredibly grateful that they’re not making me choose between them, because I never could.

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