Page 77 of Ink & Desire
“Bye,” I squeak out, ending the call just before my inner walls begin to spasm around Corbin’s thick fingers. I drop the phone to the floor as my body bows, my back arching off the bed.
“That’s it, angel,” Corbin says, pumping his fingers in and out of my body faster than ever. “Come for me.”
The pressure in my lower body builds, and an unfamiliar feeling starts between my legs. There’s the familiar pleasure of an impending orgasm, but it’s mixed with something more intense that I almost want to shy away from.
“Don’t fight it, baby,” he says. “Give it to me.”
His fingers stroke against my g-spot over and over with every pounding thrust. I clench the blankets in my fists, needing something to anchor me here while the rest of me implodes. A keening cry is ripped from my body as I feel myself crashing over the edge. Every muscle in my body tenses and I feel a sudden rush of moisture between my legs. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced when I’ve come, even during my most intense orgasms.
“Fuck, baby,” Corbin groans. “You’re perfect.”
I open my eyes to see his gaze glued to the place where his fingers are still pumping in and out of my sopping wet pussy. His movements slow slightly as he watches.
“Please,” I moan, not even sure what I’m begging for at this point. My orgasm is still wracking my body with tremors and I’m struggling to breathe.
“I know, angel,” he croons. “You’re doing so fucking good. Your pretty pussy was made to squirt for me.”
My head drops back to the bed as my orgasm finally starts to subside. A sheen of sweat covers my body, and my heart is pounding so hard I think I can feel it in my toes. Corbin is still slowly sliding his fingers in and out of my overly sensitive pussy. I feel almost dizzy with the force of the orgasm he just pulled from me. And we haven’t even fucked yet. I open my eyes to see him lean forward and plant a gentle kiss on my throbbing clit, making my entire body jump. He keeps his eyes on me as he slips his fingers from my body.
I instantly miss the fullness of him inside me, but I know I won’t be empty for long. I can see his hand glistening with the evidence of what just happened as he licks his fingers. Part of me wonders if I should be embarrassed, but all I feel is satisfied. And greedy for more. He moves to stand, and I watch, taking in the colorful ink covering his bare chest. God, he’s gorgeous. I could look at him for hours and never get bored. But he doesn’t give me the chance to stare long. Instead, he reaches for his waistband, quickly unbuttoning his pants and shoving them down.
His thick cock is so hard it seems to be straining toward me. My belly tightens in anticipation of him sinking into me, filling me; so close I can’t tell where he ends, and I begin. I think I love this moment almost as much as I love the moment of release. He grips his shaft, giving himself one long, slow stroke, his hand rolling over the head and all those piercings that I know are going to drive me wild.
“You ready, angel?”
I can only nod, my gaze glued to where he’s still lightly stroking himself as he moves in closer, lining up the head of his cock to my waiting pussy. I lean up onto my elbows to watch as he rubs himself against me, covering himself in the slick moisture he pulled from me moments ago. It’s the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen. Until he slides lower and starts to push inside me. He moves slowly, filling me inch by inch as we both watch. My body has grown used to his size after the past few weeksand there’s little resistance when he pushes deeper. My mouth falls open as the first piercing slides against my sensitive g-spot. But when he’s fully seated inside me, a little gasp escapes me at the fullness, the rightness of this feeling.
“Oh, baby, you fit this cock like you were made for it,” he murmurs.
I love the filthy, sweet things he says to me when we’re together like this. It’s sexy and dirty, but it also sends a warmth through me that has nothing to do with what he’s doing between my legs. I never knew I needed the kind of validation Corbin gives me when we’re together until now. Before, I’d always had some small thought in the back of my mind that what I was doing was wrong or bad. Especially if I was enjoying it too much. Sex was always fun, but I never knew it could be like this. With no shame or embarrassment. Only pleasure and taking joy in another person’s body, as well as my own. No matter what happens between me and Corbin, I’ll forever be grateful he gave me that.
My thoughts scatter as he starts to move, slowly at first, then gradually picking up speed. His hands grip my thighs, pulling my legs up high as he fucks into me, our bodies making wet, slapping sounds with every thrust. I can already feel the pressure building again in my lower body, preparing me for another orgasm. Held as I am with my legs in the air, I can only reach out and grip Corbin’s forearms, my fingers digging into his skin as he uses my body.
“Touch your clit,” he commands. “Play with it.”
Immediately, I release his arm and my hand drops between my spread legs, zeroing in on my clit. I’m so wet that my fingers slide over it with no resistance, sending a bolt of pleasure through me that has me gasping.
“That’s it, angel. Come on my cock. You know you want it.”
His encouragement is nearly enough to send me spiraling over the edge. I love the roughness in his voice, the way his words are choppy with the force of his thrusts, the intense focus of his eyes on me. It’s as if nothing else exists but the two of us. Here. Now. As if watching me come is the single most important thing in Corbin’s world. That kind of intense focus? It’s fucking hot.
“Let me feel it,” he growls.
His hips slam into mine over and over as my fingers work circles over my clit. I’m so close I can feel the faint flutters that signal my impending orgasm. My mouth hangs open and every exhale has become a moan.
“You feel so fucking good,” he says. “Now, give me one more.”
God, I love his dirty words. He makes me want to please him. I press my fingers harder against my clit as I rub, the increased pressure finally sending me over the edge. My pussy clamps down hard on Corbin’s cock, and I cry out. He doesn’t slow or stop his thrusts, fucking me through every spasm of pleasure. He keeps talking, telling me how good I am, how perfect I feel, and how much he loves to see me come. His words seem to spurme on, prolonging my pleasure until I’m forced to pull my hand away from my sensitive clit.
His thrusts slow to a stop, and I finally open my eyes to see him watching me, a look of dark satisfaction on his face. That’s when I realize that he’s still hard as iron inside me. He smirks as if hearing my thoughts. Slowly, he slides out of me and stands between my legs, looking down at where I’m spread open before him.
“I’m not done with you yet, angel,” he says. “Turn over. On your knees.”
My body moves immediately. Before my mind can even comprehend his words, I’m bent over on my knees with my ass in the air. I hear a faint chuckle from behind me as his hand slides over my ass and up my spine.
“See? It’s not so hard to do what I say, is it?”
His voice is playful, but there’s a hint of darkness in his words. I know he likes it when I push back. He likes it when I’m a little bratty almost as much as he likes when I give in. But this instant following of orders? He doesn’t see much of that from me.