Outlaw Women

Ink Therapy

Ashlyn’s POV:
I was awoken the next morning to the most delicious feeling known to woman. The feel of a man, between her legs, lapping up her juices as he sucked and nipped at her as if he was desperate to have her essence all over him. Typically I wasn't a morning person, especially when I hadn't slept much the night before. But when a man wanted to wake me up like this, who was I to complain? I smiled wickedly as I remembered the look on Brantley’s face when he’d seen my piercing last night. There weren’t many things that I felt would cause Brantley to become speechless but in that moment, he had been. Instead of telling me how much he liked the newest accessory, he’d set out to show me. And boy did he ever. I dont remeber ever having so many orgamsms back to back in my life. And don't get me started on how it had felt as he had fucked me from behind last night. With each thrust, the weight of the jewelry had moved, only making my orgasms that much more powerful and frequent. I made a mental note to tell Miranda thank you for talking me into getting it.

But all my thoughts flew from my head and a low moan slipped past my lips when Brantley sucked the piercing into his mouth and slipped two fingers inside of me, hooking them so that they rubbed that sweet spot deep inside me. My hips bucked, thrusting forward begging for more pressure as I felt the tingle in my spine building. I knew my release wasn't far off and I wasn't even going to try to keep it from crashing over me.

Brantley’s tongue continued to swirl, flick, and lap at me all while his fingers massaged that sweet spot. Like fireworks on the fourth of July, I shot off screaming his name. But even as my orgasm ripped through me, Brantley kept up the rhythm, dragging my release out and making me shake all over. Before I knew it, another orgasm ripped through me. While not as intense as the first, it was still enough to make my muscles convulse and my voice moaning out his name. With hooded eyes, I watched as Brantley climbed up the bed and aligned his cock with my still throbbing opening.

“Put your hands together.” he said, his voice thick with desire. 

I didn't even bother questioning him. Taking his left hand, he wrapped his fingers around both wrists, placing a kiss on my knuckles before raising my arms over my head and pinning them to the bed. Locking eyes with me, he slipped in agonizingly slow until he had seated himself at the bottom of me. Muscles that had been well used the night before cried out in a delicious combination of pleasure and pain as he pushed just a little past my limits. But instead of moving, he stayed there, both of us lost in one another’s eyes. The connection between us building with each passing second.       

“Do you know fucking beautiful you look?” he asked, as he leaned forward and began trailing kisses from just below my ear, down my neck, and across my chest. I couldn't make the words form so I just shook my head no. “Well then, let me tell you. You look like a fucking goddess. I want nothing more than to mark you so that the world knows your mine.”

“Mark me and I mark you.” I moaned. 

“Oh baby girl, you just might have a deal. But just so you know, when I mark you, it's going to be permanent.” he said, rolling his hips to emphasize his point. 

“That's fine.” I moaned out, not caring that he was talking about basically branding me as his own. I’d always heard it was bad luck to get a lover's name or something that represented them tattooed on you but at the moment, I really didn't care. Especially when his thick cock was rubbing places deep inside of me that I hadn't even known existed until he found them. 

“I’ll call my guy.” Brantley said as he placed his lips over mine, kissing me to within an inch of my life as he began to thrust in and out of me slowly. 

With my arms pinned to the bed above me, I was helpless to his menstrations. I hooked my feet just below his ass, holding him just where I wanted him as he dished out his version of torture. I absorbed the pleasure that Brantley was giving me, letting it wash over me. And when releases found us both, I knew that things between us were never going to be the same. Then again, that had been the point of us having that conversation last night. Both of us were all in from here on out.