3. CHAPTER THREE #2
Her eyes focused on me, heavy with lust. “I want it.”
I smirked. “Want what, Oya?”
“I want you, Saint.” She unhooked her bra, the fabric falling to the floor. “I want you inside of me.”
There was the confident woman I first met. Bashful Oya was cute, but this woman had fire simmering in her body, and I wanted to be doused in her flames.
“Strip.”
I took a step away from her, giving her space to finish undressing and giving me time to calm down before I fucked her against the mirror.
She removed her skirt and underwear. I took her black lacy thong and sniffed it, then shoved the fabric in my pocket.
“These are mine, now. For when I can’t have you. ”
She stood before me, bare. It was the most glorious sight, I’d ever seen. “You are fucking amazing.” I squeezed both of her tits, and she groaned. “So, fucking responsive. In the chair,” I ordered.
She slid into the tattoo chair without hesitation, and I pulled the rolling stool in front of her and sat. I pushed her legs apart, getting a view of the prettiest cunt I’d ever seen. Chocolate, moist petals hiding a pink center. Dripping and plump. Ripe and ready for my tongue and my dick.
Soft and wet, I ran my index finger through her slit, parting her folds.
Then I licked from the bottom to the top of her pussy, swirling my pierced tongue around her clit.
I groaned as her taste covered my tongue and her scent filled my nostrils.
Gripping her thighs, I pulled her closer, nipping, then flicking her clit until she started squirming from my touch.
She gripped my head pulling me closer to her body.
“I could fucking eat your pussy until the day I die, Oya.”
I gazed up at her through lust-filled eyes, while I continued to devour her.
I sucked her clit in my mouth, alternating between sucking gently and harder.
A gush of wetness flooded my mouth, and my eyes rolled.
If her pussy tasted this good, I could only imagine how she would feel while I fucked her.
I inserted two fingers inside her, moving them in and out of her slowly. Her hips met the thrust of my fingers. Her walls fluttered, and it was crazy how wet she became. As I fucked her with my fingers and tongue, her moans and scent filled the room.
“Damn,” she moaned, her hips slightly lifting from the chair, “that feels so good.”
Never had I fucked a woman at work. Not that any hadn’t offered, I just tried to keep pleasure separated from my business.
But there wasn’t any way I’d say no to Oya.
I wanted her screaming my name and I couldn’t wait for a more appropriate place.
And every time I stepped into this room, the memory of this would always be on my mind.
I sucked her clit until she rocked her hips against my tongue. My fingers picked up the pace, and her channel tightened around them as I brought her closer to the edge. I wanted to see her come. I wanted to see her face blanketed in the pleasure only I could give her.
My eyes lifted to hers. I expected hers to be closed, but they weren’t. She gazed at me while she worked her hips against my tongue and fingers. I couldn’t wait to be inside her. I sucked harder on her clit, then shoved another finger inside her, causing her to explode with my name on her lips.
“Fuck you are so stunning when you come,” I said, moving my fingers in and out of her until she came down from her orgasm.
I stood and pushed the stool away. My dick pressed mercilessly against my jeans. I rubbed my erection through the thick fabric. Her eyes drifted down to my crotch and lust gazed over her eyes again.
“Are you ready for my cock?”
“Yes,” she said without any hesitation.
I unbuttoned, then unzipped my jeans, and pushed them down below my knees along with my boxer briefs. I grasped my pierced shaft and ran my hand from the tip to the base a few times. Her eyes widened and I chuckled.
“You want to put that inside me?” she asked, pointing at my dick. “Saint, you can’t be serious?”
I laughed. I couldn’t control it. She hadn’t been the only woman surprised or scared when they saw the silver barbels along the bottom of my shaft that ran from the base to the head.
Every woman questioned once they saw my Jacob’s Ladder if it would hurt.
Would I fit? But I always assured them when they got a taste of my dick, there was no going back.
“Trust me. You’ll be begging me to fuck you.” I winked and she looked down at my dick, then back at me skeptically. I held down my laughter. “Stand, and bend over, Oya. I can show you better than I can tell you.”
She looked down at my shaft leaking precum from the red mushroomed tip again but complied.
“I’m not going to be gentle.” I ran my finger down her spine, then through the crack of her ass, and her wet pussy, causing her to shiver. “I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to fill you with my cum.”
Without any warning, I thrust into her to the hilt, and I was in fucking heaven.
Pure bliss encompassed me. If I didn’t know before, I knew it now.
Oya was mine. Fuck any other woman. I was home.
I gripped her wide hips, pulled her hard, and flush against my pelvis.
She gripped the chair, her nails digging into the black leather.
“Oh!” she screamed. “Oh fuck!”
“Fuck you feel good.” I wasn’t going to last long but I didn’t give a fuck. This wouldn’t be the last time I fucked her, even though she didn’t know it yet. “Damn, Oya, this pussy is mine.”
My fingers dug into the flesh of her hips as I pulled her harder and faster, back, and forth along my cock.
Grunts, moans, and the sounds of flesh against flesh echoed throughout the room and it was like music to my damn ears.
Music, I didn’t want to stop but I didn’t have a choice.
My bars were hitting her spot. Her pussy was getting wetter and clenching me.
I slapped her ass, a gorgeous red spot forming on her ebony skin.
“Saint!” she screamed as her cunt clamped down on my length like a vice.
And that was all it took. I sped up my thrusts, relishing in the warmth, the wetness of what I knew would ruin me for any other woman.
Fuck her age. Shit, fuck mine. Oya was going to be mine until I left this miserable fucking earth.
“This pussy is mine until I die, Oya.”
Such a crazy statement to make, but I was damn serious.
No one else’s dick would get this pleasure if I had anything to say about it.
I slammed into her harder, over, and over again, watching her ass bounce from each push into her.
I chased the familiar tingle starting at my toes as it quickly covered my entire body.
Quicker than I wanted. But we had all night. At least I hoped we had all night.
“Please, Saint,” she begged.
Her pleas for pleasure slowed me down, so I could hit that magical spot again. I moved in tandem with her as she met my thrusts. Her screams got louder, echoing my grunts. “Fuck, sweetheart,” I groaned as my orgasm washed over me like a warm tidal wave of euphoria.
I was high as a motherfucker from ecstasy. Warm ropes of cum filled her as I relished in sweet fucking bliss only her pussy provided. I pumped in and out of her until her greedy cunt took everything I had as she fell over in bliss with me.
Finally, when we both came down, I pulled out, kneeled behind her, then spread her folds. My cum and hers leaked from inside her and it was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. I stuck my tongue inside her, tasting our salty, musky mixture.
“Fucking manna from heaven,” I mumbled against her skin.
I was a nasty motherfucker, and I couldn’t wait until I dirtied her too. It was irrational how much I wanted this woman, but I did. It was irrational licking her and my cum from her body but I did it anyway. Whatever brought her pleasure, whatever made her scream my name I would do it.
I licked, flicked, and sucked until she leaked more of my cum, hers, and more arousal. I pulled her folds further apart, tonguing her, watching her pink skin become wetter. “Saint, I’m coming!” she screamed as her hips furiously rode my mouth.
Once again, I hated for it to end, but I wanted her trembling at my touch.
“Come, sweetheart. Come all over my face.”
“Oh!” she yelled, her juices squirting all over my face, dripping down my chin. Her body trembled while I drank from her like a thirsty man.
She slumped on the chair. I stood and gripped my shaft which had already started to harden again. I ran my hand up and down my sensitive piercings. I wanted so bad to be inside her again, but I’d give her a brief moment to recover.
She turned over and sat in the chair, gazing at me wide-eyed like she couldn’t believe I was still hard. I let go of my shaft and propped her legs on the arms of the chair. She was wide open for me. I got an eye full of her body, while she hungrily eyed my cock.
Her shaved pussy glistened under the fluorescent lighting. Her large breasts weren't perky like most women I'd been with. Her stomach wasn't flat, and the skin was covered with faint stretchmarks, and all of it only added to her beauty. All of it made me want to fuck her more. Fuck her harder.
I gripped my dick tighter. It was hard as steel, a bead of precum shining at the tip.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” I squeezed my cock, my eyes briefly closing from the sensation moving through me.
“Do you see what you do to me? Touch your tits, Oya,” I said, my command laced with nothing but desire for the sexiest woman lying in front of me with her pussy there for the taking.
Her hands moved to her breasts, then she tweaked, and twisted her taut nipples between her fingers. I groaned, moving my hand up and down my shaft, a shiver passing over me each time my hand grazed my piercings.
“Touch my pussy,” I commanded.
“Your pussy?” she asked, with a small smirk as she slowly moved her hand down her stomach, until she reached her center.