chapter twenty-three #2
“Okay,” voice a whimper as I adjust myself on his lap. Instantly I feel the thick hardness in his jeans. Wriggling, I try to slide off, but heavy hands clamp down, pulling me up so that my pussy settles right where he wants me.
“Damn, you’re hot.” A tortured groan accompanies the words.
“You’re the one who put me here.” I say, leaning in, my nipples brushing against his chest. The rise and fall of his breathing makes me match his. I don’t want to mess up, and his big dick is already distracting enough.
Shifting, I feel him brushing up against my clit.
“Um.” Biting my bottom lip, our eyes tangle, and I suck away the sting. Thick fingers weave into my locs, drawing me close enough for him to take my mouth in a long, languorous tangle of tongues.
My body swerves over his, my nipples brushing his chest again and again, tightening with every stroke, my pussy grinding on his dick.
“Ready?” Pulling away, he dares to ask, a little smirk playing across his gorgeous lips.
“Fucker.” I hiss, forcing myself to concentrate on loading the needle.
“Soon,” he promises as I start the machine.
“S.” Dipping his head back, closing his eyes, seeming to relish the hum and sting.
“A.” His dick jumps, sending sharp zings of pleasure right where I need them.
“B.” Eyes darting up, I dare not breathe.
“I.” I’m fucking done for.
“N.” I have to bite my lip again so I don’t cry.
“E.” With the last letter, his eyes snap open, looking at me like I’m his next best meal.
With a tremor visible in my fingers, I hold up a mirror so he can see it.
“Beautiful.” Only he’s not looking at the artwork. He’s looking at me.
With hands still trembling like I’m coming down from a drug, I clean and dress his artwork.
No sooner than I’m done, he lifts me off him, placing me in his still-warm seat.
“Wha—” With swift assurance, he unsnaps and unzips my jeans.
He doesn’t stop working my jeans down and off. “You will wear my name as well.”
After changing out the needles, he uses the same colors, only he doesn’t go for my neck — I already have a tattoo there. No, he goes lower. Right at the dip above my pussy.
Not my thigh like the one I did for Easy. I watch as he inscribes his road name, La Serpiente, right below my pubic bone at the top of my mound.
Rising when he’s done, he looks at his handy-work. The cursive scrawl is a masterwork.
“Now there won’t be anymore questions about who you belong to. Not that anyone but me will ever see.” The smile he flashes is completely unhinged.
“Eek.” The sharp exclamation erupts from me as his hot mouth covers my mound.
The receding pain from the tattoo wraps around the pleasure his mouth brings as he devours my needy little pussy.
“Ohmygoodness.” Gasping in the empty shop, I let him spread my legs and pussy lips then tongue fuck me into oblivion.
In that moment, he could demand anything of me, and I’d willingly give it. I’ll be his Salome, his fuck toy dancing for the head of my enemies. He can do what he will, and I’d acquiesce with pride.
Wrapping my legs around his neck, I lock them, keeping him there, feeling every stroke, every lascivious thrust. There is no part of me unknown to him.
A willing supplicant, I let him do as he will.
Then, when he sucks and flicks my clit, teasing and edging me to a cliff, I’m more than ready to fly off.
Gripping his close-cropped head, I hold him there as I fuck his face, grinding my plush pussy lips against his ready mouth. My orgasm shatters me. Torn asunder and pieced together, I’m still in tatters.
Turning me so I’m draped over the chair, he slaps my bottom cheeks. “Spread’em.” Comes the most guttural command from the man who’s determined to own my soul.
Opening my legs as wide as I can, I hold on to the tattoo chair.
“Fuuuuck, that pussy is so pretty,” he says against my flesh before kissing me there.
“Ahhh,” my words end in a scream when he eases every inch of his long, thick dick inside of me.
“That’s my girl. Look at you taking my dick like it was made for you.” He doesn’t stop — giving me no mercy until he’s fully seated deep inside me.
“Yeah, squeeze that motherfucker. Strangle him.” He growls in my ear as I struggle to take him. “I don’t want to hear about another motherfucker wanting to try you.” Withdrawing, he takes his time working himself back in. It seems like with each increasing thrust he has something more to prove.
“There ain’t a motherfucker alive who can take you from me.” He fucks deep into me so hard my toes curl, muscles clench and kittykat answers easing his way with essence.
“Snake,” I whimper, clutching the back of the chair like my life depends on it. Every part of my being is his to own, and on a fundamental level, I’ve always known it.
Slowly over the years what we have grown into something beautiful and real.
His hand wraps around my throat as he pounds into me, hitting the area deep within me that has me seeing stars.
“That’s it, lil’ mama, give me everything.” Thrust after unrelenting thrust shatters me. “Tell me whose name I wear?”
“Mine,” I say readily, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me. He won’t stop until I’m ruined.
“Who do I belong to?” His sac slaps against the juicy warmth of me, adding to the sensation his dominance is evoking in my pliant body.
“Me.” Panting, I feel another climax on the heels of the last one.
“And who the fuck do you belong to, Sabine?” A rough demand and nip at my throat sends devastating shudders through my body as his dick demolishes me.
“La Serpiente,” A keening cry is my answer as wave after delectable wave of bliss shatters me.
“How are we doing, beautiful?” Jerking up at the rumbling sound of his voice, I look around to see he’s brought me up to my loft.
A couple of things register. I’m nude. He’s taken my top off at some point. He’s clean, and I’m still covered in both of our mess.
“What did you do to me?” I screw him a mean look, dropping my feet to the side of the bed.
“Take care of you in every way possible.” He murmurs, rubbing my back in soothing circles.
“Humph. You got a funny way of showing it, ghosting me for days.” My wobbly legs ruin my intention to stalk off.
“That’s not what happened, and even if you think so, it won’t happen again.” He vows, his gaze unrelenting as he regards me.
“What happened then? God forbid you tell me what’s going on.” Screwing him with a stony expression, I wait, wanting to hear about it from him.
“God forbid a motherfucker try to make you proud by putting down these grimy-ass creeps trying to take advantage of kids. We’re getting close. Got a mission planned to take one of these places. They process the kids in a couple of days.”
Emphasizing his assurance with a kiss to my brow, he carries me into the shower.
Making me stand still, he tucks my hair into a shower cap and begins washing my body. I hear his breathing pickup, and he touches all the little nooks and crannies of me.
“If you weren’t sore —”
“Who said I was sore?” Gazes meet over my shoulder, then I’m pressed against the warm tiles as he glides into my soap-slick body again and again driving me to my tip-toes as he fucks me.
Washing away the evidence of our desire a second time, he wraps me in warm towels, then rubs moisturizer into our skin.
“Hadrián, I have something to tell you. Many things, actually.” I start, then hesitate when he turns startled eyes on me.
“Are you carrying my child?” Shaking my head ‘no’. I’d be upset if I didn’t see the genuine fear in his eyes. Losing his child still sits heavily with him.
“No, I have an IUD. I’m not ready for that right now.” I say more for myself than for him, and it’s true. “Not sure if I even want kids. Hell, Ezekiel-Jane will probably have enough for all of us.”
That breaks whatever worry that was threatening just minutes ago.
“No, ti bebe.” Resting my chin on my hand, I look up into his somber gaze and tell him everything Peace shared with me about my parents.