Ink #2
“Ink, we can’t do that here,” she gasped, but didn’t stop him. Her hands moved to the button of his jeans, fumbling to get it open and pull down the zipper.
“No one is going to come in here, and we’re out of sight of the windows. Let me have you, baby. Let me make you feel so good.” His mouth settled over hers, and he poured every ounce of desire rushing through him into the kiss.
He needed her to remember this. To know how crazed she made him.
He let out a deep groan when her hand snaked into his boxers, gripping his length and stroking as best she could. Her thumb grazed the lowest piercing of his ladder, and if he didn’t get inside her soon, he was going to embarrass himself.
He drew away to yank off her shorts and underwear, and tossed them aside. Dropping to his knees, he urged her back until her ass perched on the edge of the desk. She stared down at him wide-eyed as he braced her legs over his shoulder and dove in.
He groaned when her taste filled his mouth. He’d never get enough of this. She let out a sharp cry, gripping his hair, even as her hips arched and she ground her pussy into his face.
He loved her reactions. The sounds she made. He was in heaven.
“Ink,” she cried, her body straining and trembling as her orgasm got closer with each suction on her clit and thrust of his tongue inside her. “Please, Ink. Please.”
“I love when you beg me, baby girl,” he rasped, working two fingers inside her.
He didn’t ease her into it; he thrust in and out of her as fast as the angle would allow.
He loved when the pleasure took over. The dazed look, the way her breasts heaved, and the utter surrender on her face when she finally fell over the edge.
He committed it to memory because he wanted to relive the moment every damn day. Wanting to prolong her pleasure as long as he could, he dove back in. Her body bucked, shuddered, and bowed, until she finally pushed his head, trying to stop the onslaught. But he wasn’t ready yet.
“One more, baby, I need one more,” he bit out, thrusting his fingers back inside her and curling them just right as he sucked her clit.
Her sob was loud as she flew into another one. Her legs clamped around his head so tight he briefly thought she might suffocate him, but then she finally slumped back, legs falling away. “No more, Ink, I can’t,” she pleaded, weakly pushing at his head.
A part of him wanted to prove he could, but he forced himself to stop. His cock was hard, angry, ready to be inside her.
“I love when you come on my face, dirty girl.” He shoved his pants down as he stood. She was slumped over the desk, papers strewn about, and her body was flushed with pleasure.
Was it wrong of him to be pissed that he didn’t have a memory like hers so he could relive this moment over and over again? Probably, but he was going to draw it at the first opportunity.
He stepped between her sprawled legs, grabbing and lifting them, then spread her wide open for him. She moaned, gripping the edge of the desk. Rubbing the head of his cock through her soaked folds, he gritted his teeth.
“I want you to tell me exactly what you’re feeling, baby,” he bit out, lining himself up. “Let me live it with you. Leave nothing out.”
“Ink …”
“That’s it, baby, say my name and tell me everything.” With painstaking control, he slowly drove inside her.
She whimpered. “You’re stretching me,” she gasped out. “Every nerve ending is on fire, Ink.” She panted when he finally slipped the head of his cock fully inside. “You’re so thick, you’re stretching me.” Her inner walls rippled around him, already sensitive.
He locked every muscle to keep from thrusting the rest of the way inside her.
“Fuck, baby girl, you feel so good. So hot and wet.” His cock slipped out of her, and she whimpered again.
“Do you know what I see, baby girl?” He pressed into her again, savoring the feel of her.
“Your pretty pussy is stretching around me, trying to draw me in deeper. It’s so fucking perfect. I could do this all day.”
“Ink, please, I need more. Please.” Her free hand gripped his wrist, nails digging in.
He didn’t argue, unsure if he could hold back much more to tease her. Plunging deeper inside her, he grunted when her walls clamped down like a vise. “Fuck, baby, your pussy is greedy for me,” he bit out.
“Feels so good. I can feel your piercings sliding inside me. They feel so good.” She pressed down, taking as much of him in as she could. “I’m so full,” she whispered, looking up at him.
“I love the feel of you stretched so nicely around my cock, baby girl.” He eased back before pushing forward, setting a slow, torturous pace. Giving her just enough, but nowhere near what she needed.
“Ink, don’t tease me,” she begged. “I need you. I need you to fill me up like you did before. I need … Fuck!” she screamed when he gave her exactly what she asked for.
He drew back then slammed inside her, jolting her on the desk, but she didn’t beg for him to stop. She let go of his wrist, placed both hands over her head, and gripped the desk tight. Feet braced on the edge of the desk, she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts.
“This is what you need, isn’t it, Naomi?
” he bit out, pounding inside her and wrapping his hand lightly around her throat, anchoring himself.
She swallowed, and he felt the cries as they moved up her throat and out of her mouth.
“You need my cock filling you up, stretching you so full, don’t you?
You need me filling you with cum until you’re dripping with it. ”
Her moan was guttural, her lower belly spasming as her orgasm closed in. “Yes. Yes. Yes. I need it all, Ink. Fill me up.” She arched her neck into his hand, staring up at him with desperate, glazed eyes.
He cursed, tightening his grip just a little bit, testing her, but she didn’t fight him. Her eyes darkened, her lips parted, and her pussy drenched his cock. It spurred him on, his own orgasm building low in his spine, his balls drawing up tight.
He moved his hand from her leg to her clit and rubbed it fast, needing her to go over the edge with him. “Come for me, Naomi,” he ordered, his words a little sharper than before. “Come on my cock. Grip me so tight and milk every last drop I give you. Fuck, yes, Naomi.”
She came hard, screaming his name so loud it echoed around the room and dragged him over the edge with a shudder of his own. He released her throat and dropped forward to take her mouth, needing to drink everything in.
When they finally stilled, breathing hard, he rested his head in the crook of her neck. He groaned as her inner walls spasmed around him, prolonging the sensation.
He never wanted to move, and this time, the thought didn’t scare him. In fact, he wanted more. He wanted this forever.