“This new?” Her breath was against the sensitive flesh, breathing over it like she could taste the ink.
“Yes,” I gasped as her little fingers danced over the vines connecting each flower. “One for each time I had to convince myself that you aren’t mine, realizing it wasn’t that simple.”
Somehow, I knew she smiled. Even without her in my peripheral vision, I could feel how much it pleased her. Her fingertips glided over my jaw, touching my lip rings, and then stopping. I couldn’t tell if she stopped to allow me to really fucking feel every sensation or if it was more to do with her appreciation of every part she’d touched.
I wanted it to be the latter since the former was too fucking sad to think about.
“I love these,” she hummed, touching the metal pieces over and over. “I want to feel how they taste in my mouth.”
“Then you’ll love all the other metal you can freely touch,” I teased, warmth meeting my chest and groin in equal succession.
“Really?” Her voice lilted like someone who got a prize at the fair, the childlike sound reminding me of easier times.
“Yeah, little demon, every part of me is yours.”
I moved my head down just in time to see her expression. It was heated and aroused and somehow, it eased my nerves a little.
“I’d like that,” she finally said.
She didn’t stop her perusal of my body, her hands going for my lips. I nipped at the tips of her painted nails and couldn’t help the joy on my face.
It mirrored hers too.
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop touching you, I’m starved.”
“While it probably makes you sad, that’s the best fucking thing I’ve heard in weeks.”
She nodded. “Was saving myself for a broody asshole.”
“Hmm,” I hummed, thinking of how she saw me as broody and not as anything else first. “Broody, yeah?”
“I’d use other adjectives but I’m pretty sure they’d turn me on too much.” Heat surged through me, burning a hole in its wake. My dick felt near its breaking point. I hadn’t let her touch me and now it felt like too many sensations at once.
I was falling apart at each contact our flesh made.
While she trailed up my arms, she faltered, her fingertips stilling at my scars. They were covered in ink, but she felt the ridges, the bumps beneath her fingertips.
Her eyes met mine but she didn’t show sadness or inflection of disgust and I knew she tabled it for later, something to not interrupt our moment together.
“Tell me more,” I demanded, my voice dropping a bit.
She smirked, her little mischievous expression teasing me. This entire break was draining me of every ounce of control. My balls fucking ached in a way that was unexplainable.
“I want to take my time touching you, because while you’re broody as fuck, you’re also the sexiest person I’ve ever met, and somehow the fact that you’re grumpy and possessive makes me wet.”
“Fuck,” I hissed. Right as I did, she grabbed my throat, much like I’d done to her. Her hand barely covered the front of my throat, too small to truly offer anything, and the thought of that tiny hand on my dick excited me to no end.
I wasn’t much for having an ego, especially since my dick was already huge, but her holding it, showing how fucking big it actually was, it’d be a dream.
I wanted to cherish this first time of her having total control over me, let her touch every goddamn piece of me while she writhed above me. But Andy didn’t have the same thoughts. She squirmed, trying to tear off my jeans and shirt.
“You’re such a bad girl,” I growled against her throat, grinding my teeth against her. She whimpered, her hands stopping their movement. As a reward, I pressed my tongue against her pulse point before nipping it, making sure she felt the newest brand I’d be giving her.
“Fuck, Madden.”
“Dirty mouth for the dirty girl,” I mused, taking the time to taste her. She was everything I hoped for.
I hurried out of my clothes and pushed her onto the bed, needing to taste her before I lost absolute control from her hands. She removed her top, spreading her thighs for me.
Leaning toward her drenched cunt, I groaned. She leaked down her thighs from my mouth in the car and I needed more.
Spreading her wide again, she moaned, and I couldn’t help but watch her face at that. She looked so sexy when she was horny. The confidence she always had didn’t falter, but increased, showing it every time she thrust for my tongue.
I brought my hand up past her waist, gripping her throat. She whimpered, opening her eyes. “Please,” she begged. She didn’t even seem sure as to what she begged for. My fingers crawled up her jaw, then entered her mouth.
“Suck, little demon.”
Her eyes flickered as she closed her mouth around my fingers. I knew what that mouth could do to my cock and the way it twitched against the duvet let me know it remembered too.
When she popped them out, I crouched again, pressing them to her entrance. She cried out for me as I curved them, making sure to press against the abrasive patch inside.
“You’re fucking sloppy, Andy. I didn’t even need your spit to push my fingers in.”
She made a sound that was a cross between a complaint and a whimper, like she knew but didn’t want me to stop my movement.
I pulled my fingers out, raising them to her. The strings of her cum visible when I spread my fingers wide. “So fucking filthy,” I reprimanded, watching as she squirmed some more. She tried bringing her hands to her eyes but I stopped her with my left hand, forcing them above her. Bringing my wet fingers to her lips, I made a show of licking one myself. “So delicious, little demon. Didn’t know slut juice would be so appetizing.”
She simpered, redness encompassing her face and neck. Her cinnamon eyes glistened like she was ashamed and aroused but didn’t know which was the most important emotion of the two.
“Have a taste,” I offered, and she shook her head. I smiled at her defiance, pressing my dick to her clit, rubbing against her.
She craned up, her body shaking with everything I made her feel. “Cum sluts love licking their wetness,” I amended, tracing her bottom lip with my finger. “Don’t you want to be a good slut for me?”
I taunted her, pressing my finger into her slightly parted lips. She didn’t move, but the way her eyes darkened with lust showed me she wasn’t opposed to this.
“Has no one fed you your cum besides me?” I scoffed. “They didn’t know how to please my woman,” I chastised, laying it on thick. “Good thing your nephew will give you all you need.”
I pressed into her mouth, my middle two fingers pressing as far back as they could go. The base of my knuckles touched her top lip as she gagged over me. Tears sprang to her pretty eyes, glistening like the wetness between her legs.
“Such a good slut, little demon.” With my praise she sucked around my fingers, her eyes blinking back the tears. The vibrations from her little moans had me so close to the edge.
But not yet.
I wanted her to beg me for her orgasm.
This moment was for her.
Not me.
Once I popped my fingers out of her mouth, I let her wrists go, kissing down her stomach, stopping to lick her piercing. My hand traced up her body and went around her pretty neck, all red and flushed, bruised with my kisses.