"I love that. Not just the tattoo but how you have a deep memory for it. It wasn't a random quick pick out of a tattoo artist's books."
“Don’t give me too much credit now. I’d let you pick out and design a piece for me.” Her fingers stop.
“Really?” I can hear the skepticism in her question.
“Yes.” I’m asking her to trust me. I have to show her that I trust her too. "Now take the bra off," I order her as I drop down to a knee and remove her boots.
"You think you can just order me to get naked?" she asks but is already doing as she's told.
"Yes." I grip her hips as I stand, tossing her to the center of the bed. A sweet giggle leaves her. I don't give her a chance to try and sit up. I position my girl beneath me and distract her with a kiss.
A moan leaves her when I release her mouth. "Pierce." Fuck, I love the breathy way my name comes from her when she's turned on.
"You want my mouth on your pussy, baby?" I give her neck a nibble, making her body jerk under mine when she doesn't answer quickly enough, or maybe I'm impatiently greedy. I lick the spot to soothe it. All she can manage to say is my name again, followed by another whimper. She’s not getting off that easy. I want to hear her tell me what she wants.
I rise up on my elbow to hover over her but still keep enough of my weight on her to keep her right where I want her. I use my free hand to roam her soft body, cupping one of her tits.
"Answer me." I stroke her nipple with my thumb.
"Yes, I want it." Her back arches as she says it, and I wrap my mouth around her nipple and suck. I want to take my time, but lust flares inside of me. I need her cunt. I have been dying to taste her all damn day.
I might be able to keep my dick out of her tonight, but my tongue is going to fuck the hell out of her.
I drag my hand down to the button of her jeans and pop it free. "Do you know how fucking good you feel?" I move mymouth to her other nipple. The way her body reacts to me is such a turn-on. She was made for me and me alone.
"All I can feel is you." I release her nipple and trail my mouth down farther as I work the rest of her clothing off and she's laid out bare before me. I kneel between her thighs. With her in the center of the massive bed, she appears even smaller.
My eyes track all of her, taking every inch of her in from the three freckles on her upper right thigh to the small scar on her knee. I watch as shyness starts to take her, and she goes to cover her pussy with her hand, and I push it away.
"That's for me," I tell her, cupping it with my hand. "Isn't it?"
"Pierce." I didn't think her cheeks could flush more, but they do. I love that I’m the only one that will ever get to see this side of her.
"Look how wet it is. That better be for me."
"It is. Why do you make me say it?" Her teeth sink into her bottom lip.
"Because it soothes that jealousy I told you about inside of me, and it's a reminder to you that you're mine. That you always will be.” Her acknowledgement was all I needed. I don’t waste another second before I bury my face between her folds. There’s this uncontrollable hunger I have for her that only she can sate.
I can feel her back arch off the bed, pushing her pussy more into my face. Her hands desperately grabbing my hair, letting me know that she’s enjoying every fucking second of having my mouth on her.
“Pierce.” Her grip on my hair tightens, and I know she’s close. I suck her little clit into my mouth, giving her what she needs to push her over the edge. I would do this all day every day if she’d let me.
It’s not long before her legs are shaking and she’s coming in my mouth. I drink it down, savoring every drop.
I don’t stop, my lust fueling me. I push one of my fingers inside of her. My cock aches with envy, wanting to be there but in time. I have to get this pretty little cunt ready for me. I work one finger in and then another as I reach down and undo my jeans. I have no doubt the zipper is now imprinted on my dick at this point.
"Oh God, are you touching yourself?" She licks her lips watching me.
I only growl against her pussy, unable to take my mouth off it as I stroke my cock, giving a firm squeeze to stop myself from nutting already. I keep thrusting my fingers in and out of her and hungrily suckling at her clit.
Tinsley’s pussy starts to flutter around my fingers. “In me,” she whispers, her hips starting to buck, moving with the thrust of my fingers. “Pierce, in—” The orgasm cuts her off with a loud moan leaving her as her cunt locks down around my fingers.
I lift my mouth, replacing my tongue with my thumb to keep drawing out her orgasm as I come and shift up over her. When her body goes limp, I slide my finger out of her, pressing the head of my cock inside her.
She’s fucking soaked for me, but even getting only half of the head of my cock into her is tight, barely a kiss to her opening. It’s all I need as I start to come, imagining each drop painting her insides, wanting my mark and smell all over her. It's covering her hymen that will one day be mine too, with all the rest of her.
I already belong to her.
