moaned.
“Breathe,” he panted.
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And she did. She was. She tried.
She felt the pinch this time the farther he pressed inside, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as she thought it would be, given his size. She sent up a silent prayer for sex toys and lovers who’d enjoyed anal sex.
“Try to relax, baby.”
Yeah, okay, easy for him to say. Then… Then his finger was back on her clit, rubbing with steady insistent pressure, and she concentrated on the pleasure coursing through her.
“That’s it. That’s right.”
His words sounded as though they were being uttered through cut glass. His voice was raw and jagged, rough and hot. That turned her on as much as the manipulation of her pussy.
He stopped moving. His large legs were spread open over hers, which were only spread as far as the chair would allow. Her arms were wrapped around the headrest again and she was on her knees and he was deep inside her ass. Dear. Heaven.
He kept up the play on her clit, his fingers wicked and wet and determined.
“You’re tight, hot. Damn, it feels as though you might just choke the hell out of my dick.”
She wanted to ask him if that was a good thing, but she didn’t think she’d be able to form the words so she didn’t even try. She wiggled her ass, squeezed her inner muscles tight around him, and the growl that came from him was all the answer she needed.
He pulled back, and she hissed at the friction and tug of her flesh. Then she gasped and reached for him with her behind when he pushed inside again.
“You’re gonna come for me.”
Mandi nodded and rolled her hips in time with his strokes on her clit. He held himself still inside her ass and let her move, gyrate, hump, thrust and rock within the 53
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confines of the reclining tattoo chair. He didn’t hurry her, didn’t rush her, and she let go, focused on the orgasm she craved at his hands.
And then his lips were at the middle of her back, feathering kissing caresses across her skin and she sighed on a moan. He kissed the edge of the plastic that was plastered to her skin. “I love my ink on you. Your skin is so creamy, so smooth, the perfect canvas for art and expression.”
His voice, the rasp of his arousal heating her flesh and sinking beneath to flow through her blood had her jerking against his fingers. It was time.
He knew it too. His fingers dug in against her clit and her breath hitched in her throat as the first ripples let loose. “Oh. God.”
“C’mon, baby, more…”
More she gave too. She didn’t know where it came from, the more, but it was there.
His answering groan was the proof.
“Fuck yes, Mandi.” He started moving, short thrusts forward and short retreats back, and his fingers never let up on her clit. “Your ass is tighter, clutching my dick like a goddamn vise.”
And through it all, she never made a sound, her scream lost somewhere amidst the flash of overwhelming emotion and thrill of his attentions.
His fucking of her ass sped up and he drove hard into her, jacking his cock inside the confines of her anal channel. If he wasn’t careful, she might come to want this again and again and, oh dear god, again. The pad of a finger stroked softly over her clit before he pulled his hand from between her legs to grab at her hip.
His thighs pressed on her legs. “Close your legs a little more.”
She did and the muscles once again protested at having been in one position too long but soon recovered and settled.
“Yeah, good. So good.” Then he was out of her. Then he was back in, all the way to the hilt, hard enough that his balls smacked against her sex. “I’m gonna… Here it…”
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He never finished the words, instead grunting through his orgasm and the small tremors that still racked her body in the aftermath of her orgasm, turned up again, answering the throb of his cock as it pulsed come inside her.
He lowered himself onto her back, his arms wrapping under her belly and
“Breathe,” he panted.
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And she did. She was. She tried.
She felt the pinch this time the farther he pressed inside, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as she thought it would be, given his size. She sent up a silent prayer for sex toys and lovers who’d enjoyed anal sex.
“Try to relax, baby.”
Yeah, okay, easy for him to say. Then… Then his finger was back on her clit, rubbing with steady insistent pressure, and she concentrated on the pleasure coursing through her.
“That’s it. That’s right.”
His words sounded as though they were being uttered through cut glass. His voice was raw and jagged, rough and hot. That turned her on as much as the manipulation of her pussy.
He stopped moving. His large legs were spread open over hers, which were only spread as far as the chair would allow. Her arms were wrapped around the headrest again and she was on her knees and he was deep inside her ass. Dear. Heaven.
He kept up the play on her clit, his fingers wicked and wet and determined.
“You’re tight, hot. Damn, it feels as though you might just choke the hell out of my dick.”
She wanted to ask him if that was a good thing, but she didn’t think she’d be able to form the words so she didn’t even try. She wiggled her ass, squeezed her inner muscles tight around him, and the growl that came from him was all the answer she needed.
He pulled back, and she hissed at the friction and tug of her flesh. Then she gasped and reached for him with her behind when he pushed inside again.
“You’re gonna come for me.”
Mandi nodded and rolled her hips in time with his strokes on her clit. He held himself still inside her ass and let her move, gyrate, hump, thrust and rock within the 53
Lissa Matthews
confines of the reclining tattoo chair. He didn’t hurry her, didn’t rush her, and she let go, focused on the orgasm she craved at his hands.
And then his lips were at the middle of her back, feathering kissing caresses across her skin and she sighed on a moan. He kissed the edge of the plastic that was plastered to her skin. “I love my ink on you. Your skin is so creamy, so smooth, the perfect canvas for art and expression.”
His voice, the rasp of his arousal heating her flesh and sinking beneath to flow through her blood had her jerking against his fingers. It was time.
He knew it too. His fingers dug in against her clit and her breath hitched in her throat as the first ripples let loose. “Oh. God.”
“C’mon, baby, more…”
More she gave too. She didn’t know where it came from, the more, but it was there.
His answering groan was the proof.
“Fuck yes, Mandi.” He started moving, short thrusts forward and short retreats back, and his fingers never let up on her clit. “Your ass is tighter, clutching my dick like a goddamn vise.”
And through it all, she never made a sound, her scream lost somewhere amidst the flash of overwhelming emotion and thrill of his attentions.
His fucking of her ass sped up and he drove hard into her, jacking his cock inside the confines of her anal channel. If he wasn’t careful, she might come to want this again and again and, oh dear god, again. The pad of a finger stroked softly over her clit before he pulled his hand from between her legs to grab at her hip.
His thighs pressed on her legs. “Close your legs a little more.”
She did and the muscles once again protested at having been in one position too long but soon recovered and settled.
“Yeah, good. So good.” Then he was out of her. Then he was back in, all the way to the hilt, hard enough that his balls smacked against her sex. “I’m gonna… Here it…”
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He never finished the words, instead grunting through his orgasm and the small tremors that still racked her body in the aftermath of her orgasm, turned up again, answering the throb of his cock as it pulsed come inside her.
He lowered himself onto her back, his arms wrapping under her belly and
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