LYLA
I was panting hard when my third orgasm hit me again.
Ink knew how to eat me. I came every time. My legs loosened from around his head. I had given up hope of feeling them soon. They were like jelly.
I never knew Ink to talk dirty. Every word that came out of his mouth had me melting more. There was a side that I never knew he had.
Learning that he wanted to kiss me or even dreamt about me which had me wondering what he felt for me. Was it the same for him as it was for me?
Juices slipped past my folds when I felt movement between my legs. I moved up and rested on my elbows, staring at him. His eyes met mine, but his chin was coated with my juices. I watched him lick his chin and groan. "Fuck, princess," he said, looking at me. "You're one fine dish that will have my attention every damn day."
Fuck his mouth.
"Now," he murmured, moving back and standing. "Take everything off, and let me see my princess."
My eyes went to his muscular arms and chest. He was made of muscle, and all the tattoos covered every inch of him in one small place in the middle of his chest.
I let my eyes move until it came to the enormous bulge in his jeans, which made my mouth water. Damn, he was huge.
His tattooed hand gripped his bulge, making me look back at him. His eyes darkened. "You'll have him inside you, princess," he said. "Strip for me."
I stared at him for a moment but moved slightly till I was on my knees on his bed. I kneel and strip out of the skirt, pushing it down. My top came off and bra, my eyes never leaving Ink's. His gaze heated more and traveled all over till he came back to my eyes. "Fuck," he said. "I knew you were hot, but princess, no more dressing like this unless you want to be fucked like a dirty little girl with my cock inside that damn hole. I don't think I will ever leave."
"Well, that will be all the time," I blurt. His eyes darkened and moved toward me. His hand goes to my hair and yanks it back to make me stare at him. "That sassy mouth of yours will get you into trouble, princess," he muttered, moving his head toward me and staying mere inches away from my lips. "Stand."
I move, but slowly. His hand is still in my hair, I stand, and he loosens his grip. I watch him push my skirt down till it hits the floor.
Ink moved up and stayed in front of me. His bulge was poking me. I move my hand to his jeans, but he shakes his head. I don't stop. "Don't," he said, his hand stopping me. I stare at him, but his lips crash down on mine hard. I kiss him back, opening my mouth to him and letting him slip his tongue inside. He roams around. His hands grip my waist and lift me up again. My legs wrap around him, and my arms go around his neck. He turns and sits with me, straddling him.
Ink pulls back and leans his head on mine. "Fuck," he whispered. "I've waited for so long."
I move back and stare at him, trying to figure out what he meant. His eyes met mine. "Lyla," he rasped. "You—" But I shook my head and placed my finger to his lips to stop him talking. Thinking it is best to tell him how I feel may be the best option. He may tell me what he meant by his words.
"I like you," I murmured, staring into his chocolate eyes. His eyes widened slightly. "I have liked you for a while. The number of times I wanted to tell you to be with you. It drove me nuts. I—"
Ink placed his finger on my lips with a grin. "Fuck," he said. "If I had known that, I wouldn't have waited for so damn long to claim you."
My eyes widened as he continued. "Lyla," he said. "I like you too, more than you will ever know."
He liked me, too?
"Lyla," he said, pulling me back. But I had enough of talking. I needed him. We had a lot of making up to do. I moved closer, feeling his hard length underneath me. My pussy rubbed over it, throbbing for it.
Ink groaned, but I moved close and pecked at his lips. "We can talk more after," I murmured against his lips. "But I need you, like now."
Ink peaked my lips while a grin pulled the corners of his lips up. "I need you inside me," I murmured. "I want your cum dripping out of me."
A growl escapes his lips, and his hands grip my waist. "Such a dirty talker for a princess," he grunted, shifting his bulge into my damn pussy. "You don't know what I will do to you. But first, I am filling you up. No covering, I'm clean. I don't sleep with cum sluts. Not since—"
I kissed him. He needed to stop talking and fuck me like now.
Moving my pussy along his bulge, he groaned. His length hardened underneath me. "I can feel your juices," he gritted against my lips. He lifted me up like I was nothing and turned us over till he was nestled in between my legs. His enormous bulge digging into my damn wet pussy. I move with the contact, moaning until he pulls back.
My eyes stay on him, watching his every move. Ink takes the rest of his clothes off, leaving his jeans till last. When it came to his jeans, his eyes were on me until he removed them with his boxers till his hard, thick length came free and throbbing.
My mouth goes dry, but I watch his hand grip his cock by the base. He strokes while his pre-cum head coats it. "This is all for you," he groans, making me look at him. His eyes were hooked and heavy. "My cock is only for you. No one else."
Fuck.
Only for me, but remembering his words about old ladies. Did that apply to me? I couldn't fully function right now.
Ink moved toward the bed and into position, his body covering mine. One hand based beside my hand, while the other had his cock. He placed it to my folds, pressing his head into my folds, which caused a moan to ripple out of me.
Ink's eyes met mine while he placed his hand on the other side. "As much as I want to fuck you hard," he groaned. "I want you to get used to my size and tell me what you want."
Hearing that made my heart clench. He was thinking about my needs, even though all I wanted right now was for him to drive into me hard.
I gave him a slight nod while he pushed his cock further into me. His thick length moved further inside me, making me full.
"Ink," I moaned, keeping my legs spread wide. His hips thrust slowly, taking me inch by inch till I felt it hit the spot. "Fuck," he growled, pressing his weight on me. "You're so tight but a perfect fit for me, princess."
Leaning my head on his shoulder, I let my pussy adjust to his size until he pulled back slightly and slammed into me hard, causing me to scream.
"Ink!" I moaned.
Ink pulled back and stared at me, grinning. "Oh, to know what people are going to hear," he murmured, pulling back and slamming hard into me again.
"Ink!" I moaned loudly.
"They are going to know who has you," he grunted, thrusting more and picking up the pace. His hand moves to the side of my face and grips the back of my knee, placing my leg on his waist. He thrusts into me again, going deeper.
"Fuck," I moan.
"Scream my name, princess," he growled, thrusting and placing his head into the crook of my neck. "Tell them who has you."
Ink fucks me harder and deeper. My hands move to his back and let my nails dig in, which only causes him to fuck me harder. "That's it," he groans. "Mark me."
I dug deeper into his back while my moans got louder with each thrust. His name slipped from my lips with every thrust he pounded into me. "Mine!" he growled when my pussy clenched around his cock, locking in her grip. "Fuck," he roars. "Damn cunt, swallowing me whole. I'm cumming with you, princess. Cum with me."
My pussy knows what she wants, and after more of his pounding, I release when he does, both moaning out each other's name loudly.
Ink's thrust hardens when released but slows until he stops. His head moves from my neck, and grins. "Fuck, princess," he said, placing a tender kiss on my lips. "I need more of you."
"OH," I said, while Ink slips out of my wet pussy.
"Oh, I'm not done with you yet," he said, moving to the side of me. "Now straddle me and show me how you can ride me."
I moved up. Cum dripping down my legs, which I didn't care.
This was all I wanted.