“You don’t have to do that for me,” he murmurs. I’ll consider it.” I shrug, trying not to show how nervous I am at the thought of someone coming at me with needles in a gun-thingy, but he sees right through me. “I have an excellent artist, if you ever change your mind.” His eyes are warm and filled with lust, his lips in a half smile looking down at me, and something shifts in me. I tilt my head and run my eyes over his sexy tattoos, and for the first time in my life, I consider it. “I’m not being cruel, I’m being serious.” “You were inside me less than thirty seconds ago and now you’re being cruel.” “You’d look amazing with a tattoo,” he murmurs. He’s relaxed now, the anger and frustration seemingly released with rough sex and a hot orgasm. “Jesus, I’m glad you’re not afraid of needles.” I turn and sit my bottom on the stairs, and look up into his bright gray eyes. He chuckles and pulls out of me, making me gasp as I feel that apa pull along the walls of my pussy. “Are you okay?” he whispers, making me smile. He leans over and kisses between my shoulder blades and rests his cheek there, his hands planted on the stairs by my elbows. “Fuck, baby.” He tightens his grip on me and slams into me one last time, his release pushing through him, and takes me over with him. He spanks me again, twice, and I moan at the pleasure of the sting, loving that he is crazy with lust for me, that I can make him lose himself in me. He spanks my right ass cheek and grips my hips roughly and begins to pound in and out of me in a fast, desperate rhythm. “Jesus, baby, you’re so wet and tight.” He moves out and in once again, as hard as before, and I moan. The apa feels larger than usual, pressed against the very core of me.
He slams into me, hard, and I cry out in surprise and just a little pain. “I need you,” he growls, and I hear him push his pants down his hips. He suddenly pulls back, grips my hips and lifts me, and flips me onto my knees. His mouth covers the other breast, and he sets about making me crazy again, writhing beneath him. I comply, completely turned on by his need to control me. I reach up with one hand and tangle my fingers in his hair, and he backs up and glares at me. He wraps his lips around the tight bud, and worries the other with his fingers.
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