Beneath the Ink (COMPLETE)

Damn Right

Cecelia May

"Fuck me?" I asked, my clit aching.

He kissed my lips, messily dragging his tongue up the side of my face.

"I-Is that a no?" He whispered by my ear.

"It's a yes." I was nervous.

"It'll b-be okay b-baby." He kissed my forehead.

He sat up, removing his sweats.

He stared down at me and I watched him.

His abs flexed as he moved to completely remove his sweats.

"Off topic, but would you ever let me color in your tattoos?" I asked, he smiled softly, coming back, hovering over me.

He grabbed my hand, licking it as he moved my hand between us, putting it around his cock.

"Yes." He whispered.

"I'm nervous, your big." I said.

"You c-can t-take all of it. It's o-okay." He kissed my cheek.

I nodded, his hand taking over as he lined himself up.

Then he grabbed my hands, lifting them over my head, holding my wrists together with one hand as he pressed into me.

I moaned, immediately feeling stretched.

He kissed my nose.

A bit more.

My forehead.

He moaned and I was so fucking turned on from the sound.

He filled me and I sighed as he pulled back, starting to move at an amazing place.

He kissed me, I was merely unable to return the gesture as I was breathless.

He kissed the undersides of my arms.

"Are y-you okay?" I gasped.

"Do I-I look o-otherwise baby?" He asked.

I analyzed his smirk before he grunted, thrusting into me completely, making my eyes roll back.

He let my hands go, sitting up, his hands squeezing the undersides of my thighs as he moved within me.

He looked down at me, more distracted by me than I think he was fucking me.

But I think I felt the same.

His black hair complimenting the paleness of his skin, tattoos beginning under his jaw, covering merely the entirety of him, shine on his skin from beginning signs of sweat.

His dark eyes were on mine and I could barely keep my eyes open.

"You feel so fucking good." I whispered, my legs moving over his shoulders, he held them together as he began thrusting harder.

I swore all I heard from him was 'mine' on repeat, no stutters as his eyes were glued to my face.

"Mine." He thrusted harder and I cried, he hit a place I didn't know existed.

"Mine. Mine. Mine." He grunted, opening my legs as he leaned down, gripping my throat.

He didn't stop, didn't even sound out of breath.

He pulled out, flipping me over, pulling me so I was ass up.

He pushed into me, his hands moving up my back, to my shoulders as he dug his nails in, dragging them down my back, making me hiss in pain as he gripped my hips, forcing me to meet his thrusts.

He began chanting 'mine' again and I shut my eyes, drowning in absolute bliss, knowing when I looked at myself next, I'd have bruises from his hands, on my throat, my hips, scratches on my back.

He grabbed my hair, pulling me up, my head on his shoulder as his other hand was on my hip, keeping me where he wanted me.

He bit my earlobe and I whimpered.

"Cum." He whispered and I shut my eyes as he began touching my clit.

I screamed, trying to escape what I knew would be the most intense thing ever.

"No. Don't run." The hand on my throat pinched my nipple before gripping my throat.

I cried, tears falling down my face as my body began convulsing.

"Fuck!" I couldn't breath, my body trembling.

"Good girl." He kissed my jaw, my body shaking.

He kept going, kept thrusting, kept fucking.

"No m-more l-leaving me." He whispered in my ear, licking the side of my face, forcing me to turn and kiss him.

I was going to fall over if he wasn't there to hold me up.

"Okay?" He asked.

"Okay." I cried, he grabbed my chin before sticking his fingers in my mouth, holding my jaw open.

I groaned, so sensitive as he kept fucking, not giving me time to breath.

"S-so pretty wh-while I ruin you." He chuckled and the sound alone got me close to another orgasm.

I shut my eyes, them growing heavy as I laid my head on his shoulder.

"Tell me y-your mine." He said, taking his fingers from my mouth, grabbing my jaw.

"I'm yours." I cried, tears falling down my cheeks.

"More."

"I'm fucking yours, Rhodes. I'm never leaving you." I whispered before screaming, my body almost burning, it was so warm, I was so restless, too sensitive, on the verge of being overstimulated.

He held me against him, lowering me onto the mattress, grabbing my hands, his fingers threaded through the backs of mine as I clutched the sheets, trembling as he had straddled my hips, fucking me slow, steady.

"I can't- oh my god." My eyes rolled back as I heard him moan, warmth filling me.

It was so good, so fucking good.

He leaned down, kissing my shoulder, leaving a quick hickey.

"Damn ri-right you're n-never leaving."