Page 43 of My Boss's Sons

I lifted my head to stare at him. “I don’t know. Maybe? An outline of a coneflower is cool, right?”

He put the tattoo gun down and turned to face me. “Maybe I should call it an incentive program.”

I came up on my elbows and raised an eyebrow. “I’m not thinking all that clearly right now. Spell it out for me.”

He trailed his hands up my inner thighs and then hooked my panties with one finger to pull them away from my soaked core. I didn’t get a chance to even start to lift my hips before he tugged at the material and ripped it. He tore it apart and then flipped the ruined material out of his way.

I gasped. “What am I supposed to wear home? This dress is too short for-”

He spread my lower lips with his glove-covered fingers and inspected me. “Despite how much this is hurting you, you’re still swollen and dripping wet for me. You have no idea how fucking sexy that is, Soph.”

I couldn’t form words. I watched him with my breath held as he leaned down and ran his tongue from the bottom of my sex, all the way to my clit. His groan vibrated against me and then he was gone and the tattoo gun was moving over my skin again.

Alex’s elbow pressed against my bare clit and he held it there. “Don’t move or I could ruin one of the lines, Soph. Stay perfectly still and I’ll get back to you in just a moment.”

All I could do was cry out his name and hope for some sort of release. The pain was too much. The pleasure wasn’t enough. Then his tongue was on my clit again and the pain was just a ghost of its former self. He twisted his tongue around me and then moved lower to fuck me with it. I gasped for breath as I slammed towards an orgasm, but just before I got there, the tattoo gun was back and Alex took his mouth from me.

It went on like that for so long that I wasn’t sure where I was or what was happening. My brain only knew pleasure and pain and Alex. I panted and screamed for him. I begged him to make me come. It was torture.

My thigh burned and then Alex’s tongue flicked my clit in tight circles that made my eyes roll. Alex’s tongue vanished and then my thigh burned again. It felt like it would never end and like I’d lose my mind before the tattoo or I was finished.

I barely registered what was happening when Alex pulled me out of the chair and bent me over the side of it. Only when his hand gripped my hair and he lifted my head did I see him standing behind me and understand what was about to happen. I broadened my stance on jelly legs and gripped the seat. “Alex, please!”

He plunged his length into me in one hard stroke and gripped my hip in a bruising grip. “Watch.”

I did watch. I watched as he set a furious pace, fucking me so hard that I lost my breath. We were both still dressed and the feel of his jeans on the back of my thighs was rough. His face was twisted in pleasure and I didn’t recognize my own, it was so transformed by need.

He met my gaze and growled. “Come for me, Soph. Come on my dick before I fill you up.”

My body reacted as if his words were law. My toes curled in my shoes, my sex tightened, and my vision went white at the edges as hot pleasure scorched through my body. I came hard with a loud scream and bucked my hips into him as hard as he was thrusting, wanting him as deep as he would go.

Alex drilled into me and then I felt him coming inside me, filling me with his seed. He tugged at my hair when my head started to droop and he watched my face as he fed me every drop of come he could. When he finished, he leaned into me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “Shit.”

I started to slip and he scooped me up. He settled in the chair and held me in his lap. I leaned into his chest and pressed my face into his neck while catching my breath.

“This is my favorite place to be.” When Alex spoke again, his voice was gravelly and hoarse from shouting my name.

“In the tattoo studio?”

“Inside you.” He shifted, reminding me that he was still inside me, as hard as when we’d started.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and licked his throat. I was feeling more happy cat than human after that orgasm. “Thank God. I’m not sure I’ll ever get another tattoo, no matter how good the reward programs are.”

“I got to tattoo you and that’s enough for me. I won’t ask you for more. You did well, though. You were perfect and let me finish in record time.”

I looked down and saw my thigh was covered in some sort of plastic wrap. “I didn’t realize you’d finished.”

“Wasn’t so bad, huh?”

I twisted so I was straddling him. “It was a fucking nightmare and I’m not sure my thigh will ever be the same, but the orgasm was worth it.”

He groaned when I lifted myself off of his dick and then dropped back down. “Fuck, Soph.”

“I liked watching you fuck me. I like when you get all bossy and rough.” I rolled my eyes. “I also want to punish you a little. Can you keep your hands down to yourself or do I need to find rope in here?”

His eyes narrowed. “I’ll keep my hands down for as long as possible.”

“Welcome to my incentive program for you keeping your hands to yourself.” I lifted myself and started to ride him. He immediately reached down to stroke my clit. My movements faltered and he took over easily.

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