Thorn Bush +Muke ✔

EPILOGUE

"Baby, I've been doing this for a year now. I won't mess up."

"You better not mess up."

"have some faith in me." Luke said. "can you spread your legs?"

"No." I mumbled, shifting uncomfortably on my sore bum.

"Right there." Luke murmured, lifting my skirt up my thigh.

I bit my lip, feeling the machine against my thigh.

"You're doing good, baby." Luke praised, "I know it hurts but you're doing great."

I gripped the arms of the chair, wincing at the pain. Luke's hand brushed against my lace, making me moan. He apologized and tried to hide his smirk from me.

"Please hurry up." I complained.

After a few more minutes, he set down the tattoo machine. Luke reached up and gave me a soft kiss.

"I told you it would hurt, baby." He stated.

"its not that." I whined, "You keep t-teasing me."

"You're lucky I brought all the tattoo stuff here. We can't do this in the parlor." Luke said as his hand trailed up my thigh.

His fingers looped under my lace and tugged the light pink fabric down my thighs. He carefully lifted it over the finished tattoo and threw the lace onto the floor.

Luke pushed his finger into my already sore and red hole. Last night Luke and I had at least 4 rounds so I could just barely walk.

Luke gently pumped his finger into me, knowing I was sore. When I moan, it echoed throughout our small house we bought together 6 months ago.

I scooted closer to Luke and spread my legs the best I could. Luke added his second finger, thrusting his fingers into me.

Curling and uncurling his fingers, Luke stared up at me and smirked. I innocently fluttered my eyelashes at him. His fingers jerked and roughly slamming into my pröstate.

"you're not innocent, babyboy." Luke told me as he continued to pound his fingers against me.

I moaned and whimpered. He pressed against my prôstate, spreading his fingers to scissor me, and slammed forward. I screamed, feeling his knuckles brush against my entrance. I came, releasing on his fingers and hand.

Luke pulled his finger out and started sucking on them, taking in the cúm and swallowing it. I reached over and grabbed a rag off the table that Luke had in case I started bleeding as he put the tattoo on me.

Luke took the rag from me, "I got it babe. I don't want you getting your ring dirty."

I looked down at my hand, seeing the diamond engagement ring. Luke carefully cleaned us both up, dabbing the rag against my tattoo to get the white substance off.

I looked down at the tattoo. The black lace, red rose and knife on the back of my thigh. Luke smiled at me and softly squeezed my hand.

"I love you, Michael."

"I love you, Luke."

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Teh End?

*angel halo*

~Cookie Xx