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“That’s it, baby, say my name and tell me everything.” With painstaking control, he slowly drove inside her.

She whimpered. “You’re stretching me,” she gasped out. “Every nerve ending is on fire, Ink.” She panted when he finally slipped the head of his cock fully inside. “You’re so thick, you’re stretching me.” Her inner walls rippled around him, already sensitive.

He locked every muscle to keep from thrusting the rest of the way inside her. “Fuck, baby girl, you feel so good. So hot and wet.” His cock slipped out of her, and she whimpered again. “Do you know what I see, baby girl?” He pressed into her again, savoring the feel of her. “Your pretty pussy is stretching around me, trying to draw me in deeper. It’s so fucking perfect. I could do this all day.”

“Ink, please, I need more. Please.” Her free hand gripped his wrist, nails digging in.

He didn’t argue, unsure if he could hold back much more to tease her. Plunging deeper inside her, he grunted when her walls clamped down like a vise. “Fuck, baby, your pussy is greedy for me,” he bit out.

“Feels so good. I can feel your piercings sliding inside me. They feel so good.” She pressed down, taking as much of him in as she could. “I’m so full,” she whispered, looking up at him.

“I love the feel of you stretched so nicely around my cock, baby girl.” He eased back before pushing forward, setting a slow, torturous pace. Giving her just enough, but nowhere near what she needed.

“Ink, don’t tease me,” she begged. “I need you. I need you to fill me up like you did before. I need … Fuck!” she screamed when he gave her exactly what she asked for.

He drew back then slammed inside her, jolting her on the desk, but she didn’t beg for him to stop. She let go of his wrist, placed both hands over her head, and gripped the desk tight. Feet braced on the edge of the desk, she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts.

“This is what you need, isn’t it, Naomi?” he bit out, pounding inside her and wrapping his hand lightly around her throat, anchoring himself. She swallowed, and he felt the cries as they moved up her throat and out of her mouth. “You need my cock filling you up, stretching you so full, don’t you? You need me filling you with cum until you’re dripping with it.”

Her moan was guttural, her lower belly spasming as her orgasm closed in. “Yes. Yes. Yes. I need it all, Ink. Fill me up.” She arched her neck into his hand, staring up at him with desperate, glazed eyes.

He cursed, tightening his grip just a little bit, testing her, but she didn’t fight him. Her eyes darkened, her lips parted, and her pussy drenched his cock. It spurred him on, his own orgasm building low in his spine, his balls drawing up tight.

He moved his hand from her leg to her clit and rubbed it fast, needing her to go over the edge with him. “Come for me, Naomi,” he ordered, his words a little sharper than before. “Come on my cock. Grip me so tight and milk every last drop I give you. Fuck, yes, Naomi.”

She came hard, screaming his name so loud it echoed around the room and dragged him over the edge with a shudder of his own. He released her throat and dropped forward to take her mouth, needing to drink everything in.

When they finally stilled, breathing hard, he rested his head in the crook of her neck. He groaned as her inner walls spasmed around him, prolonging the sensation.

He never wanted to move, and this time, the thought didn’t scare him. In fact, he wanted more. He wanted this forever.

36

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Savage banged the gavel and looked around the table, gaze steady and serious. The regular reports were given, but Ink couldn’t settle. He was already wondering when he’d get back to Naomi.

Was this how all the other men felt with their women? He was starting to regret ever teasing them. It was distracting as hell. How did they function?

Even now, he could taste Naomi on his tongue, and he craved her again. A hot and sweaty round on the garage desk wasn’t enough. His body was already aching for more.

And he didn’t give a damn that all his brothers knew exactly what they’d been up to. Mostly because Karissa explained to everyone to avoid the shop and why, but he refused to be embarrassed.

Not a single one of them was any better.

“Ink, how’s the shop? And Tom? He’s coming along?”

He forced himself to pay attention. Daydreaming about his woman in Church was not something he needed to be caught doing.

“Everything’s great. Business is still climbing, and Tom is making excellent progress. He’s even got a small list of steady clients himself. He’s been keeping up with his prospecting duties as well. Don’t know how the kid is sleeping, but he hasn’t given a single complaint.”

“I heard one of the other prospects say that he only catnaps,” Razor said, a slight frown marring his face. “I’m all for keeping the prospects on their toes, but I don’t think we should be burning any of them out either. Especially not one that we want to eventually have as a brother.”

“He’s up for a patch vote next month,” Ice reminded them. “Think he’ll make it another month?”

“He’s never complained, and none of his work has slacked. He seems to enjoy tattooing.” Ink frowned. Shit, was he so distracted with everything else that he wasn’t paying enough attention to putting too much on Tom? “I’ll talk to him, make sure. If it’s too much, we can cut back on the hours at the shop until he’s patched, and pick back up then. Assuming that’s the direction we’re going.” He glared at Savage, whose expression remained blank.

“Talk to him,” Savage finally ordered. “Tom’s earning his patch, you’re right. I think we need to see this through to the end. This is the time when he’ll prove himself. If he’s burning out, we need to know, but shit isn’t going to get easier when he gets his patch. We’re preparing him for this. It’s been a long time since we’ve patched anyone in, but with the shit happening with Naomi, we need every available brother we can.” He glanced at Code. “Any updates on that?”