Page 38 of Inked Beasts

And she’s so responsive.

Her breathing changes as my finger strokes in steady circles; her skin heats and I’m surrounded by the sweet, musky scent of her. When I press a finger inside her hot pussy, she gives a soft moan, and when I suck her clit between my lips, she cries my name.

I keep at her, and it takes no time at all to bring her to the brink and take her over. I fuck her with my fingers and keep licking as her thighs squeeze around my head and her hips thrust up, pressing her pussy into my face. Fuck, she’s sexy, especially when she’s losing control.

I lick faster and keep her coming, until she’s whimpering, begging for mercy and telling me she needs a break.

I start to pull away, but she reaches for my arms, keeping me close. “That was incredible,” she pants. “So intense.”

I watch her face as she recovers, her cheeks flushed, her chest heaving with her ragged breaths. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“Sorry if I …” She’s suddenly hesitant and embarrassed, casting a glance downward to where she had my head clamped between her thighs moments ago.

“Fuck, don’t ever apologize for that.” I can’t help but laugh. “I’d be happy if you did that all fucking day long.”

Her eyes go wide and then she grins. “Seems like that could be a little inconvenient when you’re at your restaurant.”

I shrug a shoulder. “I’d make it work.”

She erupts into laughter that lasts a good, long time before she takes a deep breath. Seeing that she’s recovered from that first round, I roll onto my back, bringing her along with me, so that she’s straddling me once again.

“Have your way with me,” I tease, stretching out, arms spread wide.

“It’s about damn time.”

Her eyes dart around my body like she doesn’t know where to start, but my cock is begging for her attention. I’d like to be patient, but it’s too hard now, both figuratively and literally. I wrap my fist around the base and stroke over my length. “Climb on, Lex. Fuck me.”

She arches a brow and gives me a devilish grin, and for a moment, I’m afraid she’s going to tease me and make me wait. I’m relieved when she says, “I couldn’t possibly say no to such a cordial invitation.”

All joking is left behind as she lines up over me. I help guide her hips, and then she’s sinking down onto my hard cock, her wet heat enveloping me, her walls so snug around me, I have to grit my teeth not to blow my load as soon as she reaches the base.

I’ve never had endurance problems, but with Lexy, everything’s different.

I let her set the pace, and thankfully, I manage to hold on as she starts to ride me, slowly at first, then gradually faster, until she’s bouncing on me, looking so unbelievably sexy that I have to close my eyes a few times, much as it's hard to tear them away from her.

When I see and hear that she’s getting close, I stroke my thumb over her clit and she explodes, her body stiffening, her mouth rounding into an O. As her pussy starts to clench around my cock, I flip both of us over and drive into her, fast and furious, joining her with my own desperate release.

Our bodies are one for that long moment, writhing together, hearts pounding, my cock pulsing deep inside her throbbing pussy as she takes everything I’ve got.

I stay inside her long after I’m empty, my head nestled into the crook of her shoulder, our chests rising and falling together. Eventually, I draw out of her, roll onto my back and bring her against me, cuddling her close, her head resting on my arm.

“That was …” she starts.

“Pretty good,” I finish, knowing she’ll be able to tell from my actions, my tone and my expression that this is the understatement of the century.

“Yeah, pretty good,” she says, joining in on my joke. “Except for the way you made it all so difficult, making me fight for what I wanted.”

I hug her to me and lay a kiss on her rosy lips. “You loved every minute of it.”

“You’re right. I did. This was the most fun I’ve ever had in bed,” she says, and her comment feels almost as good as everything we just did together.

LEXY

After a brief rest and a tall glass of water, I’m ready to go another round, and so is Thorn. It’s hard to believe I was going to bed early tonight, because I am brimming with energy now.

“I’ll make it easier on you this time,” he says. “What position would you like?”

“Let’s see.” I mimic holding a menu, my eyes scanning downward before my hand turns an invisible page. It’s filled with even more enticing options than those at Belle Epoque’s dining room. “I’ll have an order of doggy style,” I say, putting on a fancy voice.

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