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Biting Elijah’s neck and we continue fucking through it, he only whispers, “Harder.” If I bite any harder, I will draw blood. This orgasm is intense and I coat his big cock.
My legs are shaking, and I’m unsure if I am able to hold myself up any longer.
His release follows.
I can feel the ropes of his warm come coating my walls. His hands move from my hips to wrap his arms around my back, hugging our bodies closer together. We couldn’t get any closer if we tried.
“Fuck, keep going. Never fucking stop.” I whimper, letting go of my grip on his neck with my teeth. Another orgasm washes over me. My pussy continues to suck him in like a vacuum, never wanting to let go.
“Use me, little bat, fucking use me like I’m using you.”
I do. Riding him through my release. I can feel our come mixing inside of me, I feel so fucking full.
His movements slow. As do mine, but my body is still shaking. He still has me wrapped tightly in his arms as his hips buck into me a couple more times before stopping.
I can feel his heart racing against me, it matches the pace of mine. This has to be the best sex I have ever had. This man knows my body better than I do.
Slowly, I bring my head up, opening my eyes as I take him in.
His eyes are closed, and as I brush his wet hair out of his face, he starts to open them. His face is red from the heat and the intense sex we just had. I’m sure mine’s the same.
“Get off my cock and dry off. I still need to tattoo my mark on your ass. Everyone needs to know who you fucking belong to.”
Playfully, I slap his hard chest, “Ever the romantic Elijah Sinclair.” Then kiss him on the cheek. As I rise off him, the feeling of his cock inside of me disappears. I miss it.
Our come drips out of me and as he becomes free, it hangs between his spread legs. He grips my head, pulling me to him and our lips crash. His tongue brushes against my lips and I let him in.
Devouring one another, we become each other's oxygen. Unable to get enough, we continue the passionate assault on each other’s mouths. Moaning into his, he moans back into mine. Butterflies flicker inside of me, it sends that familiar tingle down my spine.
I pull back before we get lost in each other again. Because it will fucking happen. And I want that tattoo.
Winking before leaving the shower, he reaches out, slapping my ass which causes me to slightly jump from the sting. Stepping out, I turn back around quickly. Poking my head back in, “What are you waiting for? I need my marking, sweet boy.”
He flips me off before laughing.
I fucking love this man.
Lying naked on our bed, the soft sheets under me feel wonderful against my skin.
The buzzing of the machine is soothing as Elijah tattoos his bite mark on me in red ink. The ass hurts more than I thought, but it’s a quick tattoo so I will suck it up.
Scrolling on my phone, I get an idea.
“E, have you heard of a choke pear?” I ask casually.
The machine still buzzes but he stops tattooing, “Uh, yeah why?”
He sounds concerned.
“We should get one, for next time we bring someone back. Don’t you think? Unless you already have one.”
He doesn’t respond.
“Actually, a lot of these ancient torture devices would be incredible to have. We should definitely look into others too.”
I turn my head to look back at him. He is smiling, his sharp canines are even showing as he responds, radiating with pride.
“That’s my fucking girl.”
