“Sorry about the lights. Hold on. I can dim them.” He got up and turned a little white knob until the brightness faded. Whew, now I didn’t feel like my retinas were burning.
“Better?”
I had my eyes closed, but his voice draped over me like my favorite blanket. “Mhmm.” I already felt warm and cozy.
“Keep your eyes shut. No peeking, got it?” I heard a cap pop and figured it was a marker of some kind.
"If you want a tattoo, we should put Property of Kane right on your chest, or ass. I'd love to see it as I pounded into you from the back. Mmm."
I could imagine him biting his bottom lip like he usually did when he wanted something bad enough.
“Caveman,” I joked.
"You have no idea, Crazy." His voice took on a darker tone as the first tip of the marker hit my skin. It was startling but arousing all at the same time. And I started to wonder if sexual frustration could be a cause of death because that was about to be me.
Chapter 4
The felt tip of the marker glided effortlessly across my skin. Every time he stroked in a different direction my body trembled and I was positive my juices were flowing down my thighs, teasing him to lick me clean.
“Take your bra off.”
When Kane demanded those words, I felt my lungs stop working. What was he doing? What was his plan?
"Yes, sir," I whispered into the dimly lit room as I sat up. I reached behind me, searching for the clasps that restrained my breasts. When the fasteners were finally free, the lace material freed my mounds, making me gasp when the air hit them, causing my nipples to bead even further. They had been hard and sensitive ever since he started his little pen journey on my body, and I was becoming restless.
His hand landed on my shoulder pushing me back with gentle care. I felt my breasts part a little to my sides as I laid down. I always thought of it as the oceans being split down the middle. It’s silly, but it makes me feel less of a blob when it happens.
"Fucking gorgeous. I love your skin." His giant latex covered hands molded to my curves as he touched every part of me that was naked. The pen tugged on my nipple as he swirled, barely moving it, leaving me yearning for me. “You have no idea how much it turns me on seeing you covered in my art," Kane groaned, and I caught his arm moving in my peripheral.
Curious, I turned my head to see his hand adjust himself, so that his thick cock was down his thigh. My mouth watered as I thought about sliding his crown between my lips. My taste buds screamed for a taste of his nectar.
“You like it that much?”
Kane went back to drawing down my torso, making my body shiver in the best way possible. “You have no idea.” His eyes closed for a moment before going back to drawing who knows what. I didn’t even care.
“Your eyes are supposed to be closed,” he tsked.
Faster than a bolt of lightning, I closed them again and covered them with my hands. “They’re closed! They’re closed!”
"I don't know if I can trust you anymore. I'm going to have to take off your pants just to make sure." The tips of his fingers teased the skin right below my belly button, creating a slow rumbling earthquake beneath my skin's surface. My body shook and my breaths were breaking like the waves in the ocean.
“What do my pants have to do with it?”
“Are you questioning my methods, Crazy?” He slid my zipper down slowly.
I shook my head because there was no way I could speak right now.
His hands gripped the waistband of my dark blue skinny jeans and yanked them down my hips revealing my matching underwear.
“You’re out to kill me, aren’t you?” He rubbed over the material covering my pussy. He petted me with his long fingers, diving two digits down between my legs before going back up to the top and sliding my back down, almost to my puckered hole.
“I’d never kill you,” I gasped when he shoved the material aside, stroking my bare pussy lips. They were wet, needy, and hungry for him.
“I shouldn’t be doing this.” Kane's reserves started to go back up, changing the energy in the room from sexy to uncertainty. And let me tell you, it stank.
“Kane, please.” Forcefully, I snatched his wrist, maneuvering his fingers until I slid two of them inside me, making me moan.
"Fuck!" He shook his head. That beautiful midnight hair was fanning out with his movements.
“Kane, I miss you. I miss your touch. Erase him. I only want you on my body, but I only feel him. Please!” Vehemently, I fucked his fingers inside me. His thumb caressed my cheek, and I didn’t know when I started to cry, but I did. "Please," I begged him. I wasn't better than that. I'd get on my knees right now and ask, plead, sacrifice…anything!
He cupped my face with his hands looking at me with those eyes I loved. “I didn’t know, baby. I didn’t know you needed me. I thought you needed space.”
“I always need you, Kane.”
He didn’t answer, he just shoved his tongue between my lips. He tasted like beer as I lapped my tongue against his, wanting to be drunk off his flavor. Those big arms picked me up without effort and two strides later we were at the plush benches that lined the wall.
They were big enough for me to lay on my back, while Kane pounded that thick cock inside me. That was my favorite position anyway.
As he kissed me, his hands roamed over every inch of my body, not missing any part of my skin. His calloused fingers gave just the right amount of scratch to make my body vibrate and my skin tight. Every time he rubbed those sinful fingers over my nipples, I moaned. It was loud. It was wanton. It was dramatic, but I didn't care. I wanted everyone to know all the sounds I made because he was fine-tuning my body to his frequency.
And right now, he drove it to the brink.
“Kane,” I arched my back trying to get closer to him.
“Leslie?” He mouthed the hot spot on my ribcage licking and kissing me until I was withering in need.
“Please,” I begged.
“Please, what?”
I whimpered, “Fuck me.”
“Oh, no. I’m not going to fuck you, Leslie. I’m going to make love to you.” His right hand traveled up my torso, my ribcage rising and falling with every breath until he found my tight nipples, pinching them, driving me mad.
“Then do it already!” I shouted.
"You need to remember…" He thrust his hips, grinding his hard erection into my thigh, "…who is in charge." He punched forward shoving his length against my clit, ripping a moan from my chest.
“Yes,” I hissed.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s right.” He lifted off me, ripping his shirt off his sculpted chest and arms. His abs were a work of art, rippling beneath the skin, while his happy trail made my mouth water. I wanted to lick every part of him.
He unbuttoned his pants next to slowly reveal that black-trimmed trail cutting down the middle of the defined ‘V’. My hands gripped his hips, but he stopped me by lacing his fingers with mine, raising me off the bench to meet him for a kiss.
“You need to learn patience, Crazy.” He nipped at my bottom lip.
"Never," I said with a challenge.
He laughed as he pulled down the rest of his pants, revealing those tight boxer briefs that hugged his bulge so beautifully. It was so big. His heavy sack stretched the material until it couldn’t stretch anymore, his hard length was peeking out at the top of the waistband, making me lick my lip. It pressed against the material, outlining every inch and vein like a Greek sculpture.
His fingers teased me as they traced along the waistband and it made me so damn impatient.
“Kane, come on!” I whined.
“Patience,” he tsked.
“Tired of waiting.” The whines were starting to feel too natural, but I blamed him.
He yanked off his briefs, showing me all that naked glory. And damn was it glorious. I was always surprised by the size of his cock. It was hard, but it hung low from the massive weight.
I wanted a taste. I got up on my knees, the leather sticking to my skin, but it was worth it, as I stared at his cock.
"You want to taste me?" He wrapped his hand around his girth pumping it, once, twice, and on the third time, he moaned throwing his head back. It made his Adam's apple more pronounced, and now I didn't know where to start. I didn't know if I wanted to drive him mad, sucking red marks on his throat or if I wanted to suck the seed from his cock.
He made the decision for me when he walked to stand in front me, making his bobbing cock level with me. There was a bead of precum about to drip off, and I couldn't let it go to waste, so I lunged at the thick pulsing appendage, wrapping my mouth around it, stretching my lips and jaws as much as I could to get as much of him in me as possible. I slurped, sucking the spit back into my mouth, swallowing it before going down on his rigid cock again.
"Damn Crazy, your mouth feels so good." Kane placed his hands on the back of my head, adding the slightest amount of pressure to quicken the pace. I smiled as much as I could around him, feeling smug that I made him like this. I tightened the suction by squeezing my lips as much as I could. As I was riding his cock with my mouth, I flicked my tongue at the crown making him gasp.
"You need to stop, Leslie." Kane grabbed my head harder, pushing me faster on his cock, contradicting his words. "You need to stop." But I wasn't slowing down, and he wasn't making me slow down, so I kept going.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum. I’m…” He took ragged breaths. “I’m going to…Oh fuck, yes.” He curled his torso over me, handing himself over to the power of his orgasm. Every time he flexed his hips, a shot of his elixir fell on my tongue. I moaned as I drank him down, the taste of him causing me to feel drunk.
He yanked my head back by a fistful of hair, making me look him in the eyes. I could feel a drop of his cum on my lip and I knew he could see it because his nostrils flared. He took his thumb, swiping the bead off my bottom lip. “We can’t have any of that go to waste, can we?” He shoved his digit into my mouth making me lick the sweet salty liquid off him.
His cock was still hard, and his balls always looked heavy as if he hadn't just orgasmed. He threw his mouth against me, showing his dominance as he owned me. He was telling me I was his and no one else’s, that I would never be anyone else’s. I could feel it in the way he roughly thrust his tongue against mine, trying to get as far as he could. I swear I could almost feel him in the back of my throat. He grabbed my face, controlling the punishing kiss as he laid me back down on the bench. I almost felt like I did something wrong with how he was kissing me, and I loved it.
No words were spoken as he slowed the kiss down though. His hands were gentle as they traveled every inch of me, mapping all of my curves and shapes. He settled between my legs, slowly rocking his length between my pussy lips. I could hear how wet I was getting, ready for him to enter me. These days, I was always prepared for him. I felt like more than half the time, I walked in wet panties.
He leaned back, sliding my underwear down my legs. It must have been an erotic sight because his cock bobbed like it was trying to pump more blood into the shaft to seek entrance inside me, but I was too far away.
Once my panties were off, he threw them somewhere and kissed his way down my left leg. It tickled but felt amazing. I couldn’t understand how I was turned on right now, but the more he kissed me behind my knee, the more I writhed.
He did the same to my right leg until his face was settled between my legs.
He inhaled, causing his eyes to roll back into his head. “I wish you could see what I see right now, Crazy. You’re shining because you’re soaked for me, and you smell so damn good.”
I grabbed my breasts, needing some type of relief. “What does it smell like?”
"Like mine." Kane dove between my lips at such a fast pace I wasn't expecting it. He sucked my clit into his mouth, biting the nerves, making me jerk off the bench. He settled me by placing his hand on my stomach. His nose was buried in my trimmed pubic hair, and his tongue was lapping at my cream that was freely flowing out into his mouth. This time, my hands went to his head, but not to add pressure, it was just because I needed somewhere to put them. I needed stability.
He inserted one finger, testing how tight I was before adding another. Once he was two fingers deep, he started fingering me with earnest as he flicked his tongue on my clit like I did the crown of his cock.
"Kane!" I yelled I couldn't hold back. My head tossed and turn on the leather bench, my hair sticking to it from the sweat, but I didn't care. I felt like I was about to fall apart, but I knew he was putting me back together. I was finally feeling like I wasn't tainted.
Kane was savage as he ate me like a wild animal ate their prey. I knew my orgasm was approaching when my toes were starting to curl, and a weightless feeling appeared in my stomach. For a moment, I was floating.
"Kane, I'm going…" I didn't get to finish my sentence since he yanked his mouth off me. I cried in protest, when a moment later, he rammed his thick cock into me. I screamed, convulsing and shattering as my orgasm took control of me. I could feel my inner walls clamping down on him repeatedly massaging his cock.
"Oh, Leslie," he whispered. Kane sounded like he was experiencing the best moment of his life. Love penetrated his voice as I stared into those blue depths.
“You.” I didn’t take my eyes off of him as he started to move. He strategically thrust in and out of me, deliberately making my body climb to another peak.
"Me." Kane peck my lips before putting his head on my shoulder. I clawed at his back, gliding my fingers down that smooth hard back until I could cup his buttocks. They were so firm that I couldn't help the impulse of yanking him more inside me.
I gasped at the intrusion. I'd never taken all of Kane's length before, and now he was splitting me open, but only in the best way possible.
“Leslie are…are you okay?” Kane’s eyes were closed as he swallowed multiple times. “You shouldn’t have done that. I don’t want to hurt you.” He petted my hair from my face studying my eyes.
"I'm fine. I needed you. All of you." I kissed Kane to reassure him that I was okay. I might walk funny tomorrow, but it would be worth it.
He moaned, and my throat caught the rich sound as he started to pound into me again. He grabbed my hands, lacing our fingers together. "I love you."
Tears sprang to my eyes. “I love you too, Kane.”
“We will never be apart again. I can’t ever be without you. I can’t.” He sounded desperate and afraid.
“I’ve…” I tried to gather my words as his cock penetrated me. “I’ve always been yours even when you think I haven’t been.”
His lips grazed my ear, making his hot breath tickle my skin. There were so many sensations going on at once, and I didn't know how I could handle all of them without splintering into a thousand pieces. His cock was driving me wild, his hands were rubbing all my hot spots, his words caressed my emotions, and his body was melting into mine.
“Come with me,” he ordered as he nibbled my earlobe.
"I can't." I was right there on edge, but I needed something. Maybe it was because I didn't want this to ever end. I tried to get lost in Kane Bridgeshaw. I wanted to be consumed.
He pulled out of me, flipped me over until my breasts were flush with the bench, and my legs were pushed together. He slid his cock inside me and the position made it a tighter fit. He grabbed my ass as he slid deep, and kept his strokes long and hard.
This was what I needed, but I still needed more.
“Harder,” I begged like a little sex fiend.
He didn’t say anything as he picked up the pace, grabbing my shoulder for leverage as he fucked his spear into me.
"Yes! Yes, Kane!" My body took me to where I needed to go as I got lost in my orgasm. Stars bursts behind my eyelids and Kane's moans were becoming louder and stronger. I knew he was getting close to orgasm, and I was right.
“Leslie!” He thrust his hips inside me, once, twice, three
times until we both laid on each other as we panted to gain our breath.
“I love you.” He kissed me all over my sweaty face.
“I love you too.”
He settled beside me, spooning me, and slipping his half hard cock back inside me. I wanted to ask him, but I was drained.
Crap. Did I take my pill?
Chapter 5
I would never be able to look at a tattoo shop again, not after the way Kane took me on the bench in his office. Just thinking about it got me all warm and flustered. But now, I was sitting at the front desk at the tattoo shop with the light sound of buzzing in the background making me want to go to sleep. The tattoo guns Kane used were really quiet, it was no wonder he made billions. I couldn't stop looking at the half body sleeve he gave me with the pen.
I never considered at tattoo, but hearing the soft buzzing of the tattoo guns surrounding me and the designs that decorated my skin, I was hooked. I needed one! And I was in love with the one Kane gave me. I didn’t think I wanted such a big piece, but maybe a half sleeve. The design on my arm had rose, daisies, and geometric shapes intertwined together. Kane might have written his name there too, but we would have to talk about that later, much later. But I loved the roses and daisies. I thought it would be nice making everything black and white, but the rose was a vivid bright red to stand out.
"Hmmm." I tapped the pen against the keyboard as I looked through photos of flower tattoos online. None of them caught my eye as Kane's did. It made me wonder, did I actually like it? Or was I biased because it was Kane’s design?
There was no doubt about it, he was a fantastic artist. One of the best in the country. People had booked a year out, just for him to tattoo them! Would I have to wait that long? Wouldn't I get a girlfriend pass?
"What ya' doing, friend?' Riggs leaned against the counter as his new client rolled up to the desk to pay. “Four-hundred on the dot, man," Riggs said.
“Riggs, you are the best! I fucking love it, man. It’s dope.” The guy flashed me his new calf tattoo and I had to do everything I could not to laugh. It was Frankenstein with Marilyn Monroe bent over. Her hair was standing straight up like she had been electrified and her hand was over her mouth.
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