Chapter 27
Devon
She lies on the table while my friend, Rick, tattoos her back. She wore the skirt I asked her to wear, and I know she doesn’t have any panties on under it, just like I told her.
I watch as Rick does his thing before I can’t stop myself. I climb up on the table and straddle her legs, lifting her skirt.
“Devon!”
“Stop moving, or he’s going to mess it up,” I warn. Rick doesn’t pay any attention to me, just like he is being paid to do.
I grab her ass, spreading it wide for me before spitting on her. When her asshole is wet with my spit, I pull my cock free from my jeans and rub it around.
“Devon, stop!”
“Be still,” I warn. I hold my cock in my hand and slowly begin to push it into her ass. Caydence tenses as I pinch her ass cheek in my hand. “Relax, Caydence.”
“He’s right there,” she says, noting that Rick is still here.
“And he isn’t looking. He’s busy,” I remind her as I slowly push in further. Her ass is so tight around my cock that it makes it hard to sit still, but I do.
I give her time to adjust before I slowly rock into her. After a few seconds, she relaxes and lets me do what I want.
I grab her hips and lift them slightly, but not enough to distract Rick from what he’s doing. I keep going, fucking her as slowly as I can. It takes a lot of restraint not to fuck her through this table, but I don’t want Rick messing up her tattoo.
“Devon,” she moans, and it makes me harder.
“Be still, baby.” She doesn’t move as I fuck her ass. She lies still, letting me do whatever the fuck I want to her, and that’s one of the reasons I can’t get enough of her. Caydence doesn’t deny me anything. She gives me everything a man could ever want and more.
When I first saw her, I knew I had to have her. It didn’t matter how I had to get her, as long as she was mine. Something about her called to me like a moth to a flame, and I still can’t get enough of her, and I don’t think I ever will.
Everything about her is mine. From her heart to her mind, she belongs to me.
I roll my hips and take her a little faster, needing to get this over with so Rick can finish what he’s doing.
“Devon, please,” she whines as I chuckle.
“I’m going to fill your fucking ass, baby. Don’t worry,” I tell her. I keep going until I can’t take any more and come inside of her. Caydence gasps as I jerk inside her. When I’m done, I pull out of her and carefully climb off the table and adjust my jeans. I flip her skirt back into place and walk to the head of the table and lean down, pressing a kiss to the back of her head.
“How does it look?” she asks.
“Perfect. Everyone will know you belong to me now.”
“I think everyone knew before.”
“Maybe. It looks great, though,” I tell her as Rick finishes up. Mine was already done before hers, and it looks fantastic. He was able to cover the scars with her name, and you would never know they were there to begin with.
When he’s finished, he cleans her up, and I help her pull her shirt over her head. I pay Rick and thank him for his work before we head out.
“It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be,” she admits as we walk to the car.
“No? That’s good. I was afraid it might hurt you.” She shakes her head, and I open her car door, helping her inside. I walk around and climb in, starting up the car and taking off.
“You hungry?” I ask.
“Yeah, a little.”
“Let’s go grab dinner before we head home. I have a surprise for you.” She isn’t going to like it, but I want her fed before I give it to her.
