I DON'T CARE !!chris sturniolo

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I tattoo people in my apartment, actually. And I was on my last client of the day.
I trace my face with my hands before speaking, "Listen, bro, you gotta just pick a tattoo." I nudged verbally, "Come on, how hard is it? These are all a bunch of micro penis sized no meaning tattoos, just pick the prettiest one."

"It's gonna be on me forever. I don't wanna regret it." She argued. Her name is Claire. She booked last minute and wanted to simply skim through some of the tattoo inspirations I had and pick one, I said yes, it's been 20 minutes.
I mean, she's really hot but holy fuck.

"Do you want me to just pick out one for you?" I offered in a slightly rougher tone.
She bit her lip in consideration, not taking her eyes off the tiny tattoos before answering, "No."
I exhaled through my nose, annoyance radiating off of me.

It felt like hours had gone by as I sat on my couch, leaning my head back and admiring the awfully plain ceiling. It had only been another 10 minutes but considering the time before that she wasted, I was fed up and bored. Very bored.

"You wanna do something else, pretty?" I lifted up my head and turned my full body to look at her.
"Mm?" Claire finally locked eyes with me. "What do you mean?" She asked with her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"You wanna fuck?" I stated boldly.

Her eyes widened in surprise as her mouth opened slightly as if the words had gotten stuck in her throat. I remained eye contact with her, staring blankly.
"I have a boyfriend..." Claire said.
"Okay? me too." I lied casually.
Her eyebrows furrowed deeper in confusion. "So..."
"So no?" I asked softly.

Her eyes flickered between mine, her attention eventually drawing to my lips. Shit is she considering it? No fucking way— I thought to myself. I can't pussy out now.

My hand reached for her face, holding her cheek gently, moving it slightly downward to her jawline. I slowly leaned in, looking for any sign of disgust in her features. Our lips connected softly, the sound echoing in the cold silent air.
I pulled away yet remained only a few inches away from her face, "Yeah?" I asked.
Claire's eyes flickered between mine once again before she responded, "Yeah."

In response, I leaned my face forward, our tongues immediately dancing like it was normal. My hands travelled her body, exploring every arch in her build that made a curve. Our bodies moved in sync as I pushed her downwards, putting myself on top.

I tugged her shirt upwards, signalling for her to take it off and in one swift move, she did. The soft white fabric of her top hadn't connected to the floor before I unclasped her white laced bra. My shirt came off immediately after, her slim fingers unclipping it from the back, taking it off with ease.

Her hands groped my boobs softly, moving upwards to hold onto my shoulders as my tongue attacked her neck, quickly finding her sweet spot. Claire let out soft groans.

I moved down, making hickeys all the way down. I undid the button on her blue jeans, pulling the zipper down and sliding them off her hips.

As the time moved on, it moved fast. Desperation was increasingly growing in the air more and more each second, her hands seemingly gnawing at my body in pure hunger as we tangled in each other.
She's moving like she's starving.

I watched her jaw go slack when I curled my fingers inside her, gasping when I found that spot that made her see stars.
I paused, opening my mouth in an almost teasing manner in the way she did, giving her a moment to adjust.

"Shit, Clo," she moaned, canting her hips. I adjusted my arm, positioning myself so that the heel of my hand pressed to her clit, ripping out another breathy moan from her plump lips. My other hand was rested on her hip; pushing her back, guiding her to grind on my fingers. "Fuck.." she whispered.