Page 63 of Possessive Ink

Is he not as needy as I am?

“Settle,” he says against my mouth as he gently pushes me back far enough that our lips are no longer touching.

His smirk morphs into an amused chuckle at the sound of frustration that comes from me as he moves us toward the couch. “Let’s get you out of this pretty dress so it doesn’t get ripped,” he purrs, spinning me around. Unfastening my dress at the back, he pushes it off my shoulders until it slips down, billowing into a puddle of gauzy fabric at my feet.

“Step out,” he orders, bending down to collect my dress and carefully draping it over a chair. “Now these,” he says, slipping my shoes off my feet and placing them on the floor beneath my dress, leaving me naked in his living room while he’s still fully dressed.

“Atticus,” I growl.

“Who am I?”

“Sir. Why am I naked and you’re not?”

“Because you need to be worshipped again,” he says softly.

“No,” I whine.

“No?” he questions, arching an eyebrow at me.

“I need you.”

“Need me to do what, Princess?” he questions, even though I’m sure he can fill in the gaps of exactly what I’m asking him for.

“Sir,” I whine again.

Instead of speaking, he quirks his infuriating eyebrow again, and I give in, deciding that I’d rather spell it out than worry about being embarrassed by my own words right now.

“I need you to fuck me, Sir,” I say, sounding breathy and desperate.

“And if I want to worship you first?”

“You can do whatever the fuck you want to me after you fuck me,” I tell him, my tone begging.

Amusement vibrates through him. “Do you need to be fucked hard and deep like a dirty little princess whore?”

I can’t force myself to say the words to agree, so I nod, and he laughs darkly, his smile suddenly morphing into a sinister snarl.

Before I can even process the movement, I’m bent forward over the arm of the couch, my hair hanging in my face as the sound of fabric rustling is quickly followed by probing fingers sinking into my sex.

“Oh fuck,” I hiss as two thick fingers push into me, stretching me as he slides them deep, thrusting them in and out of me as the sound of my wet arousal fills the room.

“Jesus, my naughty princess is soaked and dripping for me,” he growls, slipping his fingers out of me and replacing them with the broad, thick head of his dick.

Instead of easing his way inside of me, he forces his full length into me in one hard thrust, pushing me onto my tiptoes as I scrabble to hold on to something so I don’t collapse forward onto the couch.

Pulling back, he slams forward again, starting a brutally hard rhythm that my mind and body struggle to process as the room seems to shrink in around us. The sounds of our bodies joining and our animalistic grunts and moans filling the air, become the musical score to us fucking.

“Jesus, Princess,” Atticus rasps as his fingers tighten on my hips.

I can feel the bruises starting to form beneath his fingers as he uses his hold on me to pull me on and off his dick while he fills me over and over, thrusting himself deep into my body while I just lie, pinned beneath him, only capable of taking what he gives me.

“Sir, Sir, Sir, Sir,” I chant, while he impales me, like I’m his to be used. This isn’t him worshipping me. This is him fucking me just the way I asked him to. His palm crashes down onto my ass cheek, and I lose it, coming so hard and so fast that my vision turns black, and my heartbeat starts to buzz in my ears.

I feel the exact moment he comes inside of me, the heat of his release scorching me as he fills my channel, slowing his thrusts until he finally stops, his cock buried deep, his pelvis pressed tightly against my ass.

For a while neither of us speaks, the sounds of our panting breaths the only noise in the otherwise silent apartment. Slowly gentling his tight grip on my hips, Atticus palms both of my ass cheeks and pulls them apart as he inches his cock out of me. I’m not sure what he sees, but instead of pulling out, he pushes his hardening cock back into me again, keeping my cheeks open so he can watch.

“Perfect,” he whispers reverently, slowly grinding his dick into my body. “I could do this all night.”