Page 26 of Bound By Ink

“I don’t fuck quitters.” I pull him down again.

“Shit,” he grunts. His body is trying to pull away, but I slam back into him. He yelps and curses, his fingers digging into my chest as he leans forward to ease off me a little. I hold his waist and tug him down, crashing myself as deep as I can. His eyes roll as his blunt nails dig into my pecs. His breath whooshes out of him as he starts to rock again.

“That’s it. grind against me, take what you fucking need from me.”

He moans as his eyes flutter closed, and his rhythm stutters. His hips grind against me erratically, and I grip his waist harder. He winces a little as I pull myself up, sitting with him in my lap.

He gasps out, “Fuck yeah, that’s better, that’s it.”

I chuckle against his chest, leaning in and sucking on his collarbone. “Yeah, that’s it, just like that, take as much as you can. Fuck, your ass is tight. Grind it, that’s it, fucking grind it.”

I grunt when he wraps his arms around my shoulders, his body fused to mine as we rock with less furious motions as he tries to accommodate my size. Panting, he begins to relax into it. Rocking harder againstme, sitting heavier on my lap, and I wrap my arms around him and start to lift him, only to drop him back against my lap.

“Shit. Oh, shit,” he gasps, his eyes screw closed, his bottom lip sucked into his mouth, thick, heavy breaths forced in and out of his flared nostrils. I bite down on his shoulder. After turning my face, I bury it in his neck, bucking into him. He leans on my shoulders and starts to lift himself, crashing into me.

“Yes, that’s it, take me all. Fuck, take it.” His eyes stay closed, lost in concentration, and I suck against his neck, the metallic tang of his skin coating my tongue. I bring a finger to my mouth and suck it, before sliding it around his cheeks. When he drops back down, I force it into his ass beside my dick. He screams out but pushes back against it before groaning.

“You deviant fucker.” I grin into him, but he rocks back again, thrusting back into my hand harder and deeper. “There you go.”

“Fuck, that’s thick.” He grimaces, but that doesn’t stop his ass from engulfing my cockandmy thick finger. He grunts and gasps with every slide of his ass against me.

“Shit.” He slips his hand between us, gripping his own cock. I tilt my hips so he can grind against me, and I can see him fisting his own dick.

“That’s it, squeeze that motherfucking cock.” He blows out a breath, and I slip my finger out of him, causing an irrevocable whimper to seep from his lips. I tighten my fingers into his skin, dragging him over my dick, his hand gripping the base of his cock as he gasps, trying to stop himself from coming.

He grunts and bites his lip as his cock starts to seep before he spurts between us. His eyes widen, and he stares, his cock pulsing, firing cum out all over me. I keep my grip tight as I drag him onto me, thrusting into him like a man possessed, chasing my release before I bite down on his shoulder as he screams out while I fire into the condom. When my dick finally stops pulsing, I wrap my arms around him and rest my forehead against his chest. His arms envelop me, and he rests his head on the back of mine.

“Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked like that before.”

“You’re welcome.” I chuckle, smiling and huffing a little, but I’m spent. I exhale and regain my composure, letting my arms slide away from him. He shakily pulls his leg away and flops onto his back beside me. Breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling, I sag against the bed and gaze up, too. The silence is a little awkward but not totally uncomfortable. I close my eyes for a second, just while I catch my breath.

My eyes flutter open, the snoring next to me deep rumbling, and I thrust my arm out. The “ooff” that shoots out of him makes me huff a laugh.

“The fuck was that for?”

“Fuck, you snore like a bastard tractor.”

“Fuck you.”

“I mean, I could go again.” I turn and wink at him. He groans as he sits up and winces, turning and sliding his legsoff the bed. He gasps a little, and I grin internally, knowing he can still feel me. I rub at my pecs, but scowl and look down, the crusted cum that covers my abs and my chest, white powdery residue that stands out against my multiple tattoos. He finally stands, his legs shaking as he tries to straighten and snatches the towel from the floor on the side of the bed, and throws it around his hips before heading into the bathroom. I hear the door lock, and I bark out a laugh.

“Fuck off,” He yells back, and I lean down and scratch at my morning wood, but I don’t do anything about it. I lean over and glance at the time. We have a couple of hours before checkout, so I’m down to go again if he’s up for it. If not, I’ll just convince him he wants to suck me before we leave. I relax on the bed and snatch the remote from the bedside table, flicking on the TV to some random channel for background noise, and I rest my eyes.

It feels like it’s forever before the shower starts up, and the groan that seeps through into the room makes me smile. He’ll be feeling me for days, and I can’t say I’m mad about that. At least I’ll leave an impression because that’s all he’s getting. I don’t do encores. One time is enough for me. But while we’re here, I might as well make the most of it. I stretch out on the bed, elongating my body, cracking and stretching every limb as I work out all the kinks. The door clicks open, and I turn to look at him.

“I suppose I should head off,” he whispers into the room.”

“We have a little time if you wanna have another round.”

“Man, my ass hates you right now.”

I wink up at him. “How’s your mouth fixed?”

“Fuck, you’re a reprobate.”

“Yeah, well, come here and see if you can say that with a mouth full of cock.”

“I really should be going.”