Chapter 11
CARMINE
Clarissa is on her back against my pillows on my bed, hair fanned out, one knee bent, looking up at me with clear eyes and zero hesitation.
Every curve I’ve been losing my mind over since she started at King Ink is bare and beautiful and better than anything my head came up with.
Wide hips I want to grip as I thrust into her.
Thighs thick and soft, and I want my face buried between them.
Her breasts are heavy and full, nipples tight, and my mouth waters looking at them.
This woman’s body was built to wreck me.
Her eyes move across my chest. She’s seeing the full ink for the first time—the sleeve, the script, the compass rose over my ribs. Her fingers trace the lines across my collarbone.
“You have more tattoos than I realized.” Her thumb stops on the compass rose. “I want you to explain every single one.” Her hand slides down my stomach. Lower. Her fingers wrap around my cock and my cock twitches in her soft hand. “But not right now.”
I drop my mouth to her throat. My hand finds her heavy breast, and I roll her nipple between my thumb and finger.
She arches off the pillow, moaning. I take her nipple in my mouth and suck hard.
She threads her fingers through my hair and guides my head, and her hips roll up against me.
She is so fucking wet right now, dripping on my thigh, and it takes everything in me not to plunge my cock into her right now.
I drag my mouth across to the other breast. Suck until she’s pulling my hair and moaning and her hips are grinding against my leg, searching for friction.
I could stay here for hours—her tits in my mouth, her hands yanking my hair, reveling in the erotic sounds she’s making.
But my cock is aching, leaking against her thigh, and she’s pulling at me, her legs falling open wider, her hand reaching for me again.
I settle between her thighs. The head of my cock drags through her slick, swollen folds, and we both groan. I drag myself through her wetness, slow, coating myself in her, the tip of my cock nudging her clit on every pass. Her hips jerk as I tease her.
“Carmine—please—”
“You want my cock?” I drag through her again slowly, watching her face.
She’s flushed down to her chest. Her mouth is open and her eyes are half-wild and I am losing my goddamn mind but I love this—watching her need it, watching her body beg for something only I’m ever going to give her.
Every time the head of my cock meets her clit, I watch her feel the pleasure and give into it.
“Tell me.”
“Yes. God, yes, I want—”
I push in so slowly that my arms shake. She’s tight—tight enough that my jaw locks and every nerve in my body fires at once. She gasps and her eyes go wide. Her body stretches around me inch by inch, and I’ve never felt anything like her—hot, slick, gripping me so tightly that my vision blurs.
I stop halfway. Breathe. It’s killing me to pace myself, but if I don’t, I’m going to blow my load before we’ve even gotten started. And that’s not the first time I’m giving her.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers, wrapping her legs around mine.
I push the rest of the way in. Her mouth falls open and she groans. My cock throbs inside her as she clenches around me. If I move, I’m going to come in thirty seconds like a teenager.
She tilts her hips, finding the angle she likes. I pull back slowly. Drag my cock almost all the way out, just the tip inside her, and hold there. Her hips chase me.
“You feel that?” I push back in slow and deep. “Your pussy feels like heaven. And it’s all mine.”
She moans and her cheeks flush darker.
I pull back again, slowly. “Do you like it when I tease you like this?”
I push deep. Hold. Pull back slow. She whimpers and grabs at my hips, trying to pull me in faster.
I keep the pace and it’s killing me—my cock is aching, every stroke a fight against the need to pound into her—but watching her face while she feels a man inside her for the first time is worth every second of restraint.
She’s mine. The first man to touch her, to be inside her, and I swear on everything I have, she’ll never be in another man’s. This woman is mine.
I give her more. Faster. Longer strokes. She finds the rhythm and meets me, her body moving under mine. I see stars. Fuck, she feels so good. I tip my hips, press up, and she screams as she wraps her arms around me, urging me to move faster.
“Right there—don’t change that—”
I don’t change it. Her hips roll with mine, her breasts jiggling with every thrust, and the sounds she’s making are continuous now. She’s loud, and I fucking love it.
I grip her hip, pulling her into every stroke, and the headboard hits the wall. I slam forward harder than I meant to, and she gasps, then grins. Wicked. Delighted. She does it again, and I groan into her throat. She laughs, and the laugh turns into a moan when I grind deep.
She rolls her hips, and my body shakes. I can’t hold back much longer.
“I want to be on top.” I wrap one arm around her waist and roll us, settling her on my lap with her knees on either side of me, her hair falling around her face, palms flat on my chest. I’m still inside her, and the angle change makes us both groan.
She sits up and wiggles her hips. I look up at her—heavy breasts swaying, her soft stomach, wide hips filling my hands. She’s flushed and gorgeous and looking down at me like she just figured out she owns me.
She does. Completely.
She moves slowly, then finds the angle she likes and rides my cock fast and deep. I grip her hips and feel my orgasm building like a thunderstorm inside me.
“That’s it. Ride me just like that.”
She braces on my chest and lifts—sinks back down—and her mouth drops open. “Oh my god.”
I watch her through half-closed eyes. My hands slide up to her breasts. Heavy in my palms. I roll her nipples, and her rhythm stutters. She drops her head back and moans.
“Do you like riding my cock like this?”
“Yes—” She grinds down. Finds the rhythm again. Faster. Her hips rolling, her thighs flexing against my sides, her body working over mine. “God, yes—”
I plant my feet on the mattress and thrust up into her. She cries out—sharp, shocked. Her hand flies to the headboard. I reach between us, pressing my thumb to her clit, and her whole body jerks.
“Don’t stop—right there. Don’t—”
I keep my thumb on her clit and fuck up into her. She’s shaking above me, her thighs trembling, her tits swaying in my face, making sounds I’m going to hear every night for the rest of my life. This woman is incredible. And she’s mine.
“Come for me, baby.” I grip her hip. Pull her down onto me harder. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m never letting you go.”
She comes and screams my name, her pussy clenching my cock and sending me over the edge. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her so we’re chest to chest, and I thrust up into her over and over, coming so hard it feels like lightning cracking down my spine.
She collapses on my side and wraps her arms around me tightly. We’re both shaking, and her breath is ragged against my neck, her heart slamming into my ribs. I wrap both arms around her and hold on.
Her hand slides across my chest and finds the compass rose.
“I love you.” It’s is the scariest and easiest thing I’ve ever said. And I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.
Her hand presses harder against my chest. I feel her smile against my skin. “I love you, too, Carmine.”
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