32. Ink #2
“You want me to give it all to you, fill up your belly? Do you want to be my greedy girl who wants her man’s cum?
” He moved his hips a little faster, a little harder, pressing deeper, but she didn’t fight him.
Her hands came up to his thighs, holding tight as she sucked harder.
“My dirty girl. That’s it, suck hard for me.
I’m going to come down your throat very soon, baby, so you better be ready.
Want you too fucking much. Fuck!” he bit out when she hollowed her cheeks, and he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.
He had the presence of mind not to let her choke, but it was close.
His hips moved fast, unable to hold back while he fucked her face, her whimpers filling the space as he came in her mouth.
Her mouth and throat worked to swallow every last drop, and the sensations only dragged on, ensuring the pleasure was overwhelming.
Finally, easing out of her mouth, he was able to think. Naomi looked a little dazed but not afraid.
“Are you all right, baby?” he rushed out, worried he’d hurt her. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so—”
“No, no,” she rasped, wiping her mouth. Then she smiled.
It was a shy smile, but he’d take it over fear any day.
“That was hot. I didn’t think I’d like doing that, but with you …
it was good. I liked seeing you lose control.
” Her thighs shifted slightly, and he felt immense satisfaction knowing he’d made her feel so needy.
“Did it make you wet to suck my cock, baby girl?” he rasped, watching her.
Her face flamed, and she looked away.
“Naomi, look at me.” She slowly turned back to him.
“That’s my good girl. You need to feel comfortable enough to talk to me, baby.
Never hide your reactions from me. There is no shame.
” He watched for any signs of discomfort then trailed a finger down her belly until he hit her mound, giving her a moment to tell him no, but she simply arched her hips, encouraging him.
He moved lower, reaching her folds, and smirked at the arousal coating his fingers.
His semi-hard cock jerked, already willing to go another round, so desperate for her once more.
“Ink,” she breathed, thighs parting as he rimmed her entrance.
“My needy girl. You’re soaked. Sucking my cock made you want more, didn’t it? Tell me, Naomi. Tell me what sucking my cock did.”
She swallowed hard, mustering the courage to answer. Finally, she whispered, “Yes. It made me wet again.”
“Just from sucking my cock?”
“That and … and the dirty talk. I really liked that.” Her cheeks were fire red now, and he fucking loved it.
“Did me calling you a dirty girl desperate for my cum make you wet? Mmm, I think it did.” He eased a finger inside her, and she gasped, arching into him and falling back against the couch to give him more room. “You’re so wet for me, Naomi.” He slid a second finger inside, stretching her.
“Ink.” Her inner walls clamped and rippled around him, already drawing closer to an orgasm.
“You’re dripping for me, Naomi. All this sweet honey is just for me. Do you want me to feast on you again? Taste all of it?”
She began to pant. “I … No, I want you. Inside me this time.”
He stilled. “Do you know what you’re asking, Naomi?” He eased his fingers from her, and she whimpered at the loss.
“Ink, please.” Her hand moved toward her center, like she was desperate for relief, but he stopped her.
“Uh-uh, you’re not touching your pussy to get yourself off. That’s mine. Now, I want you to tell me what you want, baby. Do you know what you’re offering to me? Are you sure you’re ready for that?”
“I need you, Ink. I need all of you. I can’t predict the future, but I’m willing to give it a try. Please.”
“Naomi, I won’t let you go. You’ll be mine for as long as we both want it. Once I’m inside you, you’re mine. There will be no one else. It will be my cock inside you, filling you up every time. Marking you as mine.”
She shuddered. “Ink, please. I know what I want. I want you. I know what it means. I’ve been thinking about it all night.
” She leaned in, her mouth brushing his.
“I need you, Ink. Only you. You make me feel safe. Seen. Wanted. You’re the only man I want in my bed.
Or on the couch, I guess. Please, Ink. Ease the ache inside me.
Show me what I’ve been missing until I found you. ”
Any control he had snapped.
Her. He needed her. He wanted her. He was finally going to make her his.
His mouth on hers, they fell back onto the couch, devouring each other until he finally forced himself away, pressed her legs open as far as they could go, and lined himself up with her entrance. Studying her, he needed to make sure she was ready for this. Ready for him.
“Ink, please,” she breathed, eyes shining with desire.
“Last chance, Naomi,” he gritted.
“No more chances, Ink. I need you inside me. Now.”
“I don’t have any condoms here, baby. I’m clean, but I don’t think I can stop to get one.”
“I’ve got a birth control implant. I made sure to get one as soon as they got me away. I didn’t want to risk them finding me and trying again.”
Some of his desire turned to anger at the thought of what she’d told him, then the heat of her channel surrounded him as she pressed down, gasping when the head of his cock slipped inside.
“Fuck,” he rasped, eyes slamming shut as her cunt gripped him. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”
Naomi panted, moaning, and she gripped his bicep by her head. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
“No, baby, I’m not going to stop.”
Finally, finally, after a few more seconds, he was fully seated inside her, joined. Filling her and making him feel complete.
Like the piece he was missing just fell into place.
Her. He’d always been missing her.
All other women faded away, and she was the only one who mattered. The only one he saw.
Pressing his mouth to hers, needing a full connection, he moved, alternating his thrusts until he found the pace that was just right.
Her cries into his mouth spurred him on.
Her nails scored his skin, heightening the sensations even further.
The couch creaked with each thrust, but neither of them cared. Too wrapped up in each other as they moved together. His piercings rubbed her inner walls in a way that had her rushing toward orgasm faster.
“Ink,” she gasped, desperation filling her eyes as she drew in gulping breaths. “Please, please, please.”
“That’s it, baby,” he gritted out, moving faster and harder, his orgasm barreling down.
“Fuck, yes, baby, that’s it, grip my cock so tight.
” He put his hand between them, rolling her clit with his thumb as he kept talking.
“My dirty girl, you’re going to come all over my cock, aren’t you?
You’re going to take every last drop I give you.
Fill you up until you’re so full you’re spilling out over me, making a mess.
Oh, fuck. Yes, Naomi, just like that. Your pussy is milking me, begging for every last drop, isn’t it?
Fuck, yes, baby, come all over my cock.”
Burying her face in his shoulder, she tried to muffle her cries as her orgasm overtook her. She bit into the hollow of his neck, and that was it.
He was finished. His orgasm swept through him, and he barely had the presence of mind to press his face into the cushion to muffle his own groans. They shuddered and strained with the sensations until they finally collapsed, gasping for air, their bodies slick with sweat.
He lifted his head, inspecting her. Her eyes were closed, her face slack, a small smile on her lips. “Baby, are you all right?” he rasped.
“Mm-hmm.” She said it lazily, lightly, lashes barely fluttering.
He smiled, unable to help himself. “You’re sure? No bad thoughts? I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
“You were perfect,” she breathed. Then she drifted off, asleep with him still inside her.
He didn’t move for a long moment, watching her and taking her in. Reveling in the knowledge that she felt safe enough to be like this. With him.
He was falling for her, and he didn’t ever want to stop.
After leaving a gentle kiss on her lips, he eased from her. She made a soft sound but didn’t wake. He slipped on his sleep pants and hurried to the bathroom to find a washcloth to clean himself up, then headed out to do the same for her.
She woke at the contact but didn’t move, just watched him with hooded eyes. “I need to go back to bed and check on Asher,” she murmured. “But I really want to sleep out here with you. I’m not ready for it to be over yet.”
“I’ll check on him, baby. You sleep.” She sighed and was asleep again, then barely woke when he dressed her in one of the shirts from his bag.
After checking on Asher, he went back to the couch, scooped her up, and lay down with her on top of him. She snuggled into him, her soft breath brushing his neck.
It was the best night’s sleep he’d ever had. He planned to have many more now that she was his.