My hands close around her hips.
“I want you to keep going,” she murmurs. “While you finish the tattoo.”
I look toward the machine resting on the tray.
“You realize if I ruin a line you’re stuck with it forever.”
She laughs softly.
“I trust you.”
I exhale slowly and reach for the machine again.
The tool feels heavier in my hand now because she's sitting on my lap with my cock buried inside her.
I press my palm against the small of her back to steady her.
“Stay still.”
“I am still.”
Her hips shift slightly. The movement drags her walls along my shaft.
My jaw tightens.
I lower the needle toward her skin and the machine buzzes back to life. The sound fills the room again while I resume the linework. Years of practice keep my hand controlled even while my body struggles to focus.
Her breathing deepens behind the sound of the machine.
I wipe away excess ink and lean closer to check the line. I dip the needle into the ink cap again and continue working.
Her walls tighten around my cock again.
“You’re doing so good,” she murmurs.
My breath slows through my nose.
“Don’t play with me right now.”
“I’m not.”
My hand pauses briefly.
“Brooke.”
“Yes, Seth?”
“If you keep doing that I won’t finish this tonight.”
She laughs quietly.
“You always finish your work.”
Her fingers slide down her stomach again. Her pussy clenches around my dick.
My grip tightens.
“Jesus Christ.”
