Page 52 of Possessive Ink

The sound that slips from her mouth when I scrape my teeth over her clit is almost enough to make me come over the sheets hands-free. Instead, I tug on her nipples as I lick and suck and nip at her clit until she starts to pant, the muscles in her stomach clenching and releasing over and over until she comes with a cry, her entire body curling forward as she moans through her orgasm.

“Oh my gosh,” she exclaims when I gentle my touch and slowly circle her clit, not trying to push her to another release, just enjoying her taste and wanting to help her body to settle.

“Good morning, Princess,” I drawl, crawling up her body and lying on top of her, keeping the majority of my weight on my elbows on either side of her head.

“Good morning,” she says shyly, her cheeks tinged pink. I don’t know what she has to be embarrassed about. I’ve seen and tasted every inch of her already. She’s fucking perfect, but I find her flushed embarrassment endearing and sexy. So much so that I find myself wanting to do something else to see how pink I can make her blush.

“Do you need to do anything today? Were you supposed to work today?”

Her soft smile fades as she shakes her head. “I should have been at work today. I guess I just need to go and bank my paycheck in case he decides to cancel it.”

I swallow down the angry threat that pops into my mind as I imagine that asshole canceling her last check. But if taking it to the bank this morning makes her feel better, then I’m happy to indulge her. “Okay, Princess, let’s get dressed. We can go to the bank, and then we’ll find somewhere for breakfast, and you can help me figure my way around town.”

“Okay,” she agrees sweetly.

Reluctantly rolling off her, I bend down and scoop her into my arms, smiling as she giggles. Carrying her into the bathroom, I tap the control on the wall and turn the shower on, holding her close to me while the water heats and steam starts to fill the room.

An idea from the previous night pops into my head, and I smile to myself. Lowering her to her feet, I guide her into the shower with my hands on her hips, walking her beneath the water until her hair and skin are wet.

Lifting my hands, I push the water off her face, then cup her cheeks, lean down, and kiss her. Our lips are wet as I slip my tongue into her mouth, tilting her head back a little so I can take control of the kiss.

Pulling back, I keep one hand on her cheek while I run the other down her throat, giving the collar at her throat a gentle tug as I make my way down her body, skimming the skin between her heavy breasts and over her stomach until I pause once I’m cupping her pussy.

“Are you sore?” I question.

“A little,” she admits, her gaze unsure.

“You took me so well last night, Princess. I filled you up with my cum over and over until it was dripping out of you. I bet you’re still wet with me this morning, aren’t you?”

Tugging her bottom lip between her teeth, she offers me a minute shrug.

“I’m going to check. Would you like that, Princess?”

She nods.

Arching an eyebrow, I wait.

“Yes, please…Sir.”

“Anything for you, Princess,” I coo, carefully slipping a single finger into her cunt.

Despite the water sluicing over us, I can feel the remnants of my cum dried on her cunt and thighs, but she’s slick and hot and…wet as I push my finger into her body.

“Hmm,” I hum. “I dirtied this perfect little pussy up last night. I know exactly how to get it nice and clean again.”

Withdrawing my finger, I reach behind us for the removable showerhead. The moment I lift it from its stand, water starts to gush from it. Checking the temperature is not too hot, I guide it between her legs until it’s aimed straight at her clit and entrance, moving it up and down until her eyes widen and I know I’ve found the right angle.

“There we go, Princess. Let’s get that messy cunt all clean,” I rasp.

Lemon’s eyes go wide as the water starts to massage her clit and pound against her hole.

“Oh,” she exclaims. “I think that’s clean,” she mumbles, her fingers gripping my arm tightly as she tries to push it away.

“We need to make your pretty little pussy clench and squeeze out all the cum I filled you with last night,” I tell her, watching her eyes go even wider.

“I don’t…”

“Why don’t you try turning around and pressing those swollen nipples of yours against the glass. I think a little friction on them and the water pulsing at your clit will make you come nice and hard, don’t you, Princess?”