The room spins as I drag my tongue across my lips, my body is spent but my hips keep moving, wanting more. My teeth dig into my bottom lip hard as I continue to spasm around him—it has never happened to me before.
Rolling his tongue over my neck, he sprinkles tiny kisses there, letting me enjoy it for as long as I need to.
“Keep going, baby, grip my cock until your pussy is tainted with traces of me.”
Oh my…
The thoughts don’t align, nothing forms coherently until his finger entwines with mine. My breaths gradually even. And my lids open slowly.
My head feels like I’m in a fluffy cloud as I descend, feeling his hand caressing my throat.
I relax, nothing crosses my mind right now. Not a singlethought.
He tosses himself on the mattress, leaning his back against the headboard and putting me on top of him. He tucks a few strands behind my ear and drags his hand over my skin to tease my pebbled nipples. “You’re a tiny mess. So beautiful with your blown-out pupils.”
“I can’t tattoo you like this,” I pant the words out.
“You can rest for as long as you need until you’re ready.”
I smile at him as he hands me a bottle of water from the nightstand to keep me hydrated.
“You need to drink too,” I urge him to take the other bottle and watch him until he finishes it.
A few hours later, my fingers play with trimmed hair along his happy trail, and as I flick my eyes up to meet his stormy gaze, his cock throbs against my pussy. He requested to put my butt plug in earlier and I haven’t pulled it out yet.
“I’m ready.” My equipment is already fixed next to us and as much as it is a bad idea, I agreed to it and I will make it spotless because that’s what I do.
I go to wash my hands in the bathroom and put my gloves on.
As I return, his cock is fully erect again, jerking when Meadow just gazes at me and I can’t look away. His green eyes hypnotize me and I get sucked into a turbulence of emotions.
“Straddle my cock,” his voice is commanding but more than anything there’s urgency and need in it. “Now.”
I climb on top of the bed as he grabs my biceps and steadies me above him. I stay up until he presses his cock to myentrance, then I drop down.
Feeling him penetrating me along with the butt plug is euphoria.
“Keep it warm.”
The fucking torture of not moving around him when my drenched pussy is swimming with arousal all over again and I feel it slipping down his cock, dripping out of me and it is brutal. Balls deep inside me, the feel of him is maddening but I shake it off, needing to focus on the tattoo.
I do all the necessary preparations to get him ready and sanitize his chest.
“We love to take risks, don’t we?”
I shush him by turning the machine on and stroke his chest as I draw the first lines of the bow and arrow tattoo he requested me to ink—identical to the one I have. He said that it doesn’t matter whether we stay together or not, we will always be a part of each other’s life and the tattoo is a symbol of that. Mom wanted him to be a part of my life and that is the hint she left me. And I found him. It’s crazy to think that she knew him as a baby and it makes him that much more special to me.
Thanks, Mom. But don’t look down!
I remove the needle to give him a second of relief. His lip is caged under his teeth and I lean in to kiss him. “You’re doing so great.” My voice is soft and praising. “Just a little more.”
A tiny groan slips out of him and his cock jerks inside me.
He likes praise… mmm.
I keep that in mind as I continue.
When I’m done, I smear an ointment over his new ink and wrap it. The tattoo is fairly small and not complicated but has a deep meaning.
