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“Yeah,” I murmur. “Right there.”

I shouldn’t say it like that, but I can’t stop.

My thumb shifts, stretching her skin in a new direction, and I sit a little closer than what’s necessary. The cluster of needles deepens and builds—Fuck, everything deepens and builds.

“You’re doing so good,” I praise, relishing the way her body reacts to my words.

She inhales. “I may—I may need to take a break soon.”

Her heels lift as she rises onto her toes. The movement tightens her calves, showing off her toned legs in a way that’s distracting as hell. Before long her thighs begin to tremble.

“Sometimes the body shakes when it’s overstimulated,” I mutter. “Are you in pain?”

“No,” she says, face flushed while she shakes her head. Her pussy clamps down and I realize how close she is to coming.

I take the shader off her skin and sit up, winking at her in the reflection. She hooks her arms under the incline supporting her torso, rocking her hips as she gets herself off. Anna is soaked, so I keep the machine running to cover the sound of her wet cunt.

My heels dig into the floor as she grinds on me, and it takes all my willpower to remain motionless, enjoying the view from behind and the show in the mirror across from us—especially when she props her elbows on the padded rectangle in front of her, showing off her full breasts and perky nipples.

Fuck me.

“Just a little longer for this part—you can handle it,” I coax. If any other artists hear that one, they’ll catch on since the sound of a needle on skin versus a machine running are easily discernible.

When that first pulse throttles my cock, she whimpers and seals her lips shut as she rides me, chasing down her climax.

I snap.

Killing the machine, I set it on the tray beside me, then yank her flush to my chest, reaching around to grip her chin and position her to look straight ahead. Her eyes squeeze shut and I give her jaw a small shake, smearing ink on her jaw. “Hey—look in the mirror at what I’ve finished . . .”

Her lids fly open and I smile wide while her desperate body undulates as pleasure rips through her.

I grip her throat where it meets her neck, forcing her to marvel at the sight. “See how pretty it is?”

She nods. Anna manages a short “Mm-hmm” before her mouth drops open in a silent scream. It’s heaven watching pleasure roll through her like a storm. Her expression fractures, soft and desperate and so fucking beautiful I forget where we are. I’m as wrapped up in her orgasm as she is and it propels me into my own.

My hands find her hips, and I bounce Anna on my cock twice before I lose myself in one violent rush. All I can do is burrow deeper into the ecstasy. A cough barely camouflages the grunt that tears from deep in my chest. I push her down on me, coating her insides with cum and filling her to the brim. As soon as I’m finished, I flick the machine on again to hide how fucking winded and breathless I am.

With heaving shoulders, we stare at each other in the reflection like we’re both thinking the same thing—that was fucking hot. Making her come while people carried on conversations and tattoos around us—goddamn.

The tension breaks and we start laughing at the absurdity of the moment. Endorphins and relief flood our systems in the aftermath of our temporary nirvana. My face breaks into a smile against her shoulder—I’m wrecked and stupidly happy. I lean forward to press my lips to the bare nape of her neck.

Once more I cut the machine, then guide her off me so she can step to the side. I snap off my gloves, then sink my fingers inside her and pull them out, dripping in cum.

“Open.” She parts her lips for me to paint the blend of us across her tongue. My girl sucks greedily and swallows.

I kneel in front of her, pushing up her dress and affectionately licking her clean. Anna’s palm finds my shoulder and she digs her nails in, steadying herself. I grin against the pussy I drenched.

When I’m done, I slip her underwear back into place and wipe down the chair, adjusting the seat to the original position. While she makes herself comfortable, I gently erase the ink from her jawline with a blue paper towel.

“Aftercare is so important,” I say with a wink.

She chuckles and I take my spot on the stool again and smirk at her flustered state. “Ready to continue?”

ANNA

I gape at him, nodding because it will be a good while before I have a firm grasp on the English language again. A smile blooms on my lips as my body, now soft and relaxed, settles in for the remainder of our appointment. I’m still in shock that Casper just fucked me into oblivion and then finished me off with his tongue. I loved every second of it; if only I could have lasted longer. My eyes close and I prepare to play the whole thing over again in my mind—something I’ll likely do for the rest of my life.

I sigh happily with my cheek pressed to the padded backrest in front of me. My stomach and breasts slowly warm the cool leather as my fingers toy with the ends of my braid.