Ink: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel

by Rae B. Lake

  A smile touched her face briefly before I swiveled my hips a little more, and her back arched off the counter.

  “My god, fuck, you’re so big.” The sweet moment we’d just shared seconds ago overshadowed by her body tensing up to cum again.

  “Your pussy was made for me.” I groaned as her tight slick walls squeezed at me. I was losing my resolve. My thrusts began to get faster and harder. The head of my cock pushing at the furthest wall inside of her. I wanted to draw this out, but the telltale tingle was shooting through my balls.

  “Fuck, yes!” Her body jerked, and she came gloriously on my cock, her cum dripping from my shaft and glistening on her thighs. She pulled her upper body up quickly, catching me completely by surprise.

  “Oh shit!” I grunted as we fell back onto the ground. The sudden shift in location was doing nothing to quell the fire burning between us. She attacked my mouth as her hips bucked wildly on my dick. She was taking control, and where I hated when Vida did it, I loved to see how I could bring this out of Jazmine.

  She sat up, her eyes closed as she bounced hard on top of me. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and strands of her short hair stuck to her skin. “Mmm, Ink. So good. Yes. Mmm” She was lust-crazed, and I loved it.

  Her breasts bounced wildly in front of my face, I grabbed one and sucked her nipple, while I massaged the other with my free hand. My hips, raising off the floor to pound into her from underneath every time she bounced down, our bodies in sync with one another.

  She opened her eyes and looked down at me, full of passion, full of need. I raised my hand and let my thumb trail over her full kiss bruised lips. She kissed it gently before her mouth fell open in a long guttural moan.

  The sound of her breaking apart above me was more than I could take, I flipped her over, doing my best to make sure she didn’t hit her head on the hard floor and, I pistoned into her.

  I gripped her waist firmly to keep her where I wanted her. Her hand shot out, pressing against the bottom of my abs, a defense against the ferocity of my blows.

  “You feel me, Jazmine? Fuck.”

  “I feel you, Ink. I feel every damn inch. Oh.” She purred.

  A blistering wave of heat overtook my body as muscle after muscle in my body clenched hard. My back arched in, and it felt like my body would explode from the pressure building inside of me.

  I held my breath, bracing myself. When I looked down at Jazmine again, her eyes were open and looking into mine.

  “Ink.” She whimpered my name, the intimacy, and trust blaring in her eyes. “Ink.”

  She whispered it again, and the sound of my name tumbling from her lips did me in, “Uhh, fuck.” My dick shot stream after stream of cum deep inside of her. My hips jerked, my muscles tightened, and the air rushed out of my body. I filled her up with my seed until it started to drip slowly out of her still stuffed pussy.

  My worn-out body fell onto her. I sucked in big gulps of air, trying to get some of my strength back.

  She wrapped her arms around me, rubbing my back gently, trying to catch her breath herself.

  I snuggled down onto her chest, which was fast becoming my favorite place to lay, and just held her while we came down from our high on the floor.

  Peacefully blissed the fuck out. It was a novel experience after years of pain and fear to just lay in pure tranquility.

  ***

  Laying still in each other's arms didn’t last long. It was only a matter of minutes before Jazmine was kissing on me, and I was picking her up off the floor and running her up to her room. We enjoyed each other's bodies all night long, and now in the bright light of dawn, we were still up exploring each other. At the moment, it was Jazmine exploring me.

  “What about this one?” She gently traced the outline of a flying owl and scenery that lined a quarter of my back.

  “It means a transition. I was on a bad road when I was a young kid, hanging with the wrong crowd, robbery, fights, stupid, immature shit. Once I hit about seventeen, I changed and calmed down a lot. The owl represents transition and wisdom.”

  “It’s gorgeous, this detail, the eyes look so real.” Her eyes looked up to mine. “You are just so beautiful.”

  I chuckled and turned over, pinning her underneath my body, “You keep calling me beautiful, and I’m going to develop a fucking complex.” I let my mouth trail softly along her collarbone. “Besides, I’m the one who is supposed to be calling you beautiful.”

  She spread her arms on the bed, “Have at it, pretty boy.” She smiled.

  I was up for the challenge. I started at her legs.

  “I love your legs, how they’re so smooth but strong. How they shake when I’m deep inside of you.” I kissed her several times on the inside of her thighs.

  She moaned softly, “I like where this is going already.”

  I moved up to her sweet snatch, “This part I could say is on the list as one of my favorite parts. So fucking tight.” I kissed her pussy, spreading her lips apart so I could see that pretty ring, I licked it once. Twice. Then I sucked it before I stopped myself. I had her whole body to get through. “You always taste so good. “

  She squirmed below me, “My god, you’re going to kill me.”

  I used my hand to skim up her body. “I love how your skin flushes red from here all the way up to your neck when you’re cumming on my dick. It's like art to me, so fucking gorgeous.”

  She seductively licked her lips as she listened to every word I was saying, her jeweled tongue peeking out.

  “Your face, your eyes, that cute as fuck hairstyle. Absolutely, fucking breathtaking.” I leaned down to let my mouth hover just over her ear, long enough for her to moan and grab my back.

  “Your piercings, that shit is sexy as fuck. I love all of them.” I sat back up, looking over her body. “But these, I swear these could bring me down to my knees at any damn second. Your tits are fucking magnificent. Perfect.” I grabbed big handfuls of her chest and softly massaged them. My cock was hard again and laying heavily on her abdomen. My shaft stretching from near her belly button up to the dip right below her chest. The sight of it had me leaking pre-cum on her. I wasn’t hurting for size, and she was a smaller woman. It didn’t look like I should be able to fit inside of her, and the visual of just how deep I had been getting inside her got me pumped up and ready to go again.

  “You are so beautiful, Jazmine,” I said as my hands continued to massage and stimulate her chest, that pink flush already starting to appear on her skin.

  Slowly her hand reached up to her mouth, it looked like she spat in her hand, but I didn’t see the evidence. That same hand came down to my dick, and she began to jerk me off. “Why are you playing? I’m trying to let you rest. Fuck.” My eyes drifted shut as she swirled her hand up and down, my pre-cum mixed with the spit was like the perfect lube. My eyes popped back open when I felt her pulling at my leg with her other hand. I shifted a little, thinking maybe I was hurting her.

  “No,” she shook her head slowly. “Come here, closer.” She tugged me forward again.

  I moved up her body like she wanted, making sure that I was entirely on my knees. If I fell, I could probably crush her. I was confused, but I didn’t question her. She stopped jerking me off for a second and grabbed her breasts, one and each hand, pressing them together against my rock hard and slippery dick.

  Both my inner prepubescent teenage boy and the savage beast jumped up and pumped their fists in the air.

  Best… fucking… day… ever!

  Tittie fucking a woman had always been high on my list of fantasies, and for my first time doing it to be with this voluptuous goddess, I felt like I had just fucking won the lottery.

  “Hell, yes,” I growled as I stared at her lustful eyes and began to pump in and out of the tight crevice she’d created with her breasts. She used the pillow to support her head, angling her head down, so every time my cock pushed through to the other side, it would enter her hot and waiting mouth. “Oh, fuck.” I pumped fast, the sensi
tive head and first quarter of my cock bobbing quickly in and out of her mouth.

  “Mmm, mmm, mmm.”

  I don’t know if it was the sensation at the head of my dick, those fucking sounds she made, or the visual of me pushing through her tits, but I was cumming faster than I had cum since I met her.

  “Shit, Jazmine, I’m fucking cumming. I’m gonna cum.” I said in warning.

  She moved her hands, letting her breasts fall to the side, and grabbed my hips and pulled me hard further in her mouth. “Shit!” I roared as I pumped deep into her throat, more than three-quarters of me in her mouth. My orgasm came with a rush. I felt light-headed and had to reach for the headboard to keep from completely falling over.

  I moved from over her and sat on the edge of the bed. The woman was blowing my fucking mind. I kept waiting for it to become stale or routine, but every time I was with her felt like the first fucking time.

  She crawled over to me, wrapping her arms around my waist and kissing me sweetly on the back of my shoulder.

  “You okay?”

  “I don’t fucking know.” I rubbed a hand over my face, a smirk on my mouth as I turned to look at her, “I think you are the one who is trying to kill me. All this sexiness just fucking tempting me all the time.”

  “All the time, huh?” She giggled and leaned into my neck, licking up the delicate skin there.

  “Fucking hell, woman!” I turned and pressed her down on the bed, ready for whatever round we were on, she laughed and wrapped her arms around my neck.

  A loud, banging noise came from downstairs. Someone was at the door. I looked over my shoulder, contemplating whether I would just ignore it and go back to what we were doing, but another loud round of banging came through.

  “Go.” She pushed me hard. Her jaw was clenched, and she was looking away. I grabbed her chin and made her look at me. She replied without me ever asking a question.

  “If it’s that woman, you’re just going to have to be mad because I’m going to shoot her.”

  Fuck, was it Vida? Did she come back?

  “No, you won’t. If it's Vida, I’ll handle it.” I got up from the bed and slid my underwear and pants on, stuffed my bare feet into my sneakers, and rushed downstairs. Jazmine put on a big shirt and followed me part of the ways down, standing on the stairs waiting for me to open the door.

  I opened it slowly, cautious of what was out there.

  I sucked my teeth when I saw it was only Ripper.

  I opened the door wide, “Man, why you over here banging like the police?”

  Ripper turned toward me, “Brother, you really need a fucking phone.” He said tersely, “Wire needs you back at the clubhouse. Clean came through. We have intel.”

  “What? What do you mean? What kind?”

  “The kind that is still kicking and screaming. You know someone named Marcel?”

  The beast had been sleeping while I drowned myself in Jazmine; it now roared awake. Marcel was one of the Giles’ guards.

  So much for having the best day ever.

  Chapter 22

  We rode fast and straight to the clubhouse.

  All of the brothers were standing in the main area, waiting for the next shoe to drop.

  “What’s going on? Where is that piece of shit?” I asked, walking over to Clean.

  “He’s already in there with Wire. They’ve been going at it for over two hours, and the man ain’t talking.”

  “How did you find him?”

  “I went down by the pier, you know because you told us about all the vandalism and shit. The fuck had the nerve to come in and ask the owner if they had seen you while I was standing there. Sloppy as shit. Threatening the old man right in front of me. It was like he didn’t even give a shit I was there.”

  “He doesn’t.” I huffed out a breath, “None of them give a shit about any type of blowback. Ruby and Harrington are all the fucking protection they need.”

  “We’ll see about that,” Devin said from where he was sitting at the bar.

  “They in the sanctuary?” I got a few head nods in affirmation.

  I walked straight to the back.

  “Hey, Brother, you don’t want to go in there. Wire is doing his thing.” Prez called out as I passed him. Everyone knew when Wire was in the back; there was blood and agony. Most people didn’t have the stomach to watch.

  I lived through all of it. Torture was like an after school special for me. I ignored him and walked slowly into the back room.

  Wire turned around his eyes red and tired, his hands bloody.

  “What?” He barked, no one usually interrupted him.

  “Just came to watch.”

  Marcel leaned over slightly in his chair, a long slash mark across his face and blood pouring down from his arms and ankles. “You fucking dog.” He mumbled, blood and chips of enamel sliding out the sides of his mouth.

  Wire picked the small heavy pouch he held in his hand and hit Marcel hard in the face. He groaned and coughed up more blood.

  “I already told you, I don’t know shit. I can’t fucking tell you what I don’t know.” The man cried now.

  Wire turned toward me, dropping the pouch down on the ground and walked in my direction. He looked tired. I had heard stories of the ruthless, cold-hearted pain dealer, but that wasn’t the Wire I saw here today. The Wire of old had no conscience and no angel on his shoulder, telling him when enough was enough. This Wire had a wife and baby girl who changed him into a man who thought about every single life he took.

  “He hasn’t said a word. I’ll keep working him, though.” He grumbled in my direction.

  “Can I take over?” I asked my eyes, never leaving Marcel.

  “You don’t have to. I’ll keep going.”

  I turned my gaze onto Wire, letting him see the caged beast trying to claw its way out.

  “You sure you up for it?” Wire asked.

  “More than you fucking know.” I walked over to the long utility cabinet that held most of Wire’s tools and took out the propane torches, metal twine, hatchet, scalpel, quite a few empty beer cans that he had in the garbage, smelling salts and a head vice. I set up the propane torch on a make-shift kiln. It was nothing more than a steel bowl and cinder blocks, but it would do. I lit the torches, crushed all the cans, and put them in the bowl. It would give me a nice amount when it was done.

  Next, I went about securing Marcel the way I wanted him. Arms spread out on either side fully pressed against the high table, metal twine tied tight on his wrists and elbows. Finally, I attached the head clamp securing it to the chair and Marcel’s head right above the ears; I didn’t want him to move for what I had planned for him.

  Marcel was screaming and cursing at me every step of the way, but I didn’t say a word to him, just took my time and enjoyed the process of the set up. In fact, my brain didn’t even process most of what he said. I heard things like wait until Ruby finds you, and you’re gonna wish they killed that little girl, something about the whole world falling on my head. None of it mattered.

  I took a look at the starting project. He was all set up, and I was feeling excited, a smirk forming on my face. I glanced up at Wire, who was staring at me strangely, head cocked to the side, watching me in either wonder or suspicion as I took my moment to admire my work.

  I shrugged it off. We were there to torture information out of Marcel. If it was sadism that was needed, I could deliver. I had an excellent teacher in Ruby.

  “Marcel.” I spoke clearly and with a little rush to my voice, “I know you have information. I want it, but I’ll live if you don’t have it. You will not.” I walked in front of him so he could see me.

  “I don’t know shit! Fuck you, Nico. You think the chastity box was bad? She’ll cut your dick off the next time she sees you. You’ll forever be her little bitch boy.” He spat at me, a glob of spit and blood landing at my feet.

  I tsked at him, “See now, is that polite?” I asked him a genuine question.

  He looked o
ver to Wire and then back at me. “I mean, can’t we be gentlemen about this?”

  “Fuck you.”

  I reached over and grabbed his hand, with almost no strength at all, I pulled his thumb back, his joint popping out of the socket.

  He screamed loud and tried to pull his arms, but they were secure in my binds.

  I grabbed his pointer, “You going to be nice, or are we going to have to do this the slow way. You can keep all your information. I’ll break you inch by inch just to hear you squeal.”

  Fear coated his already bloodied face.

  “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Nico. I never wanted to do that stuff to you. I have to do what they say. We all do. I’m sorry.” He sobbed like a baby.

  I nodded; he was probably telling the truth.

  “Oh, now hush, hush,” I patted his shoulder in concern, “don’t worry about that now. We have more pressing matters to discuss.” My cold voice, rising over the sound of his soft cries.

  “Now, here is where we’re at, I’m not going to ask you any questions. You are going to tell me what you know about Ruby and Harrington’s whereabouts, anything you know about what they have going on or could be even the slightest bit useful to me.” I walked behind him and picked up the scalpel before I made my way back in front of him. “The thing is, I feel like I have been patient enough, don’t you?”

  “Yes, you sure have, Nico. So patient.”

  “Yeah, I thought so.” I nodded as I paced slowly in front of him, “That said, I don’t really feel like waiting very long for you to tell me what you have on your mind. Instead, I’m just going to look for myself. You’re on the clock, Marcel.” I showed him the scalpel before I walked behind him in my position.

  I bent down slightly so he could hear me, “Oh, by the way, if you say something I think is a lie or try to play me in any way, there will be a penalty, don’t do that.” I smiled through my warning as I patted him softly on top of his head.

  I stood up straight, ready for what came next. Wire was staring at me now hard, his arms crossed over his chest, and a foot raised and leaning on the wall behind him.