Authors: Elle Aycart
He couldn’t talk. His throat was swollen shut, and his jaw
was locked so tight it was going to crack. The half erection he’d had when he
first saw her had gone rock hard and was now pounding against his zipper,
begging to be unleashed. Hurting like a motherfucker. He took a step toward
her, but she took one backward, her arms lifted.
“I wanted to show you that you’re the man I love, and that
there is not a single part of you I would change. Not a one, James. And I’m
very sorry if I ever gave you the impression I’d be embarrassed of you or your
tattoos, because that’s not the case—not at all. You could cover your face with
ink, and I would still want to claim you as my own.”
“Be quiet, princess,” he ordered as he took another step
toward her. He reached for her T-shirt and yanked it over her head. This time,
she didn’t fight him.
She stood in front of him wearing just her panties. “I could
never be embarrassed by you. Or wish you were different. You’re perfect the way
you are, and I’m very proud of you. I know you said you didn’t want anything
for the wedding, and I know this can’t compare with a house, but it’s my
wedding vow. I’m yours. I understand I was…complicated at the beginning. And
frigging judgmental. But that wasn’t on you. It was on me. I love you, James.
All of you. And I’m very happy you stuck with me even when I was being a
bitch.”
“Enough, Tate.”
She needed to stop talking now before he lost the little
control he had left and ended up fucking her right here against the wall or on
the living room rug.
She ignored his warning and, looking him in the eye, continued,
her voice soft. “I always told my dad that I’d marry a true knight in shining
armor, and I am, James. You are my knight. Tattoos, arrogance, and bossiness
included. I couldn’t find a better one even if I spent an eternity searching.
Yes, I am still grieving and lost and a mess, but if there’s one thing in my
life I’m sure about, it’s you. You were right. I haven’t been all right, but I
will be because you’re with me, because with you by my side, I can’t
not
be all right.”
That did it.
He snatched her and threw her over his shoulder, holding her
by the backs of her thighs as he darted toward their bedroom.
“You need to shut up. I want to fuck you so badly, but I’m
trying to mind your tattoo and not take you like a fucking animal.”
“An animal sounds okay to me,” he heard her say from over
his ass.
His cock jerked, totally in agreement with her. “Not
helping, Tate.”
As they reached their bed, James flung her on it. He grabbed
two pillows, placed her on her stomach on top of them, and ripped her panties
off. She tried to lift her torso, but he pushed her down with an open hand
between her shoulder blades.
“No. Like this. Now spread your legs. Wide open.”
She complied. Fuck, the view was breathtaking. Her pussy was
open for him, on display, flush and pink against the white of the pillows, her
ass cheeks parted. Her tattoo crowning everything. The ruined panties dangled
from her leg. He trailed a finger from the top of the tattoo down to the end,
then down to her ass and her pussy—her already wet pussy.
James couldn’t explain with words what seeing his ink on her
skin did to him, so he didn’t even try to. He’d show her. He dropped on his
knees by the edge of the bed and, opening her farther, fell upon her, lapping
at her entrance and kissing the hell out of her pussy, praying he wouldn’t come
in his pants.
She cried out, tensing under his mouth and hands. She’d been
halfway there before he’d gone at her, so the second he fastened his lips
around her clit, she came, spilling her juices on his tongue, convulsing and
moaning his name against the sheets.
“Again,” he growled when she tried to push him away.
“James—” she whimpered.
“Again, princess,” he all but yelled as he pressed his face
against her pussy and forced her compliance. He felt out of himself. He built
her pleasure to the point where she was trembling all over, loudly panting and
riding his face—on the brink of exploding.
He couldn’t wait a second longer. He knew he was being too
rough, his usual finesse gone. All there was left was this beast intent in
possessing her, getting as deep as possible so that she wouldn’t ever forget
who owned her. He pulled away and rose to his feet.
Tate pushed herself back and cried out. “James, don’t stop.
Please.”
“Need to get my cock inside you. Lean on the mattress. Grab
your ass cheeks with both hands and open yourself for me,” he ordered as he
yanked his shirt over his head and unbuttoned his jeans, lowering his pants
just enough to free his aching hard-on.
With a muffled whimper, she obeyed, and a jolt of pure lust
hit him so hard his heart all but fucking stopped. Tate was spread on their
bed, trembling, her sweet hands holding her pussy and her ass open. Her core
was flushed and dripping wet, her clit peeking from under the hood. Her face
was buried in the sheets, and she was panting.
He pushed inside her in a savage thrust, watching his cock
part her quivering flesh until his balls were tightly pressed against her bare
folds and she was hugging him from tip to base.
He grabbed her hips, and without giving her any time to
adjust, he began mindlessly pounding into her. Crying out, she braced one hand
on the bed and tried to withstand the onslaught.
“Mine,” he roared, his muscles on fire, sweat gathering on
his temples and rolling down his face while he rammed into her tight channel
again and again.
He was gripping her skin too tight and too close to the ink,
but for the life of him he couldn’t stop. Or slow down. This all-consuming need
to claim her wouldn’t let him. As a matter of fact it was getting worse,
spiraling out of control with each plunge. With each sob of hers. She was
totally overpowered, being savagely hammered into the mattress, yet she wasn’t
retreating. She was giving it all to him and pushing back for more. Claiming
him too in the process.
Suddenly, she choked out a broken cry and started coming,
her inner walls clenching around him, and that was it. His orgasm rose in his
head and his balls at the same time. Unstoppable. He thrust into her once,
twice, and then planted himself as deep as he could get. Throwing his head
back, he spent himself inside her.
At the last moment, as he was about to collapse on top of
her, he remembered the tattoo, so he dropped on his back beside her and brought
her to his chest. He wrapped her in his arms, feeling her heart beat against
his.
She lifted her head and smiled, her eyes glazed. “Had the
feeling I’d end up on all fours for this.”
Fuck but she knew him well.
“Couldn’t resist, baby.” Although he should have known
better; the skin on her tattoo was sensitive. He didn’t want to risk getting
sweat on it or rubbing against it. Which was what had almost happened already
with him going all feral.
He stared at her for the longest moment, finding it
difficult to talk. “I don’t think you realize what this means to me. Seeing my
ink on your skin.”
“Yes, I do,” she whispered against his lips. “It means I’m
going to be permanently sore for the next half a year.”
He barked out a laugh. “At the very least, princess.”
She caressed his face, looking deeply into his eyes. “I know
what it means, James.”
“This blows my mind,” he answered quietly. “You blow my
mind.”
He kissed her reverently, his hands buried in her hair,
while her tresses fell around them, engulfing them. With her on top of him,
sweetly kissing and touching him, her wet pussy cradling his cock, he was
painfully hard again in no time.
“You ride me. I want to see your eyes as I come inside you.”
She braced herself on his chest and lowered herself on him
until the base of his dick kissed her bare folds.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so beautiful, you take my breath away.
All of you,” he whispered as he avidly soaked her in. Her dreamy silver eyes
were heavy-lidded, her cheeks flushed, her mouth puffy from his kisses. He
skimmed his hands over her face, her breasts, her stomach, his touch and gaze
traveling lower to where they were joined. “Here too. So fucking beautiful. I
love seeing you like this, swollen from coming. Your pussy red and pulsing,
your clit ring shiny with your juices.”
At his words her inner muscles clenched. “It’s going to get
more swollen, baby.”
“Yes, it will.” And tighter and hotter.
She moved to start riding him, but he stopped her. “Got you
something from El Paso. Hold on to me.” He stood, grabbing her by her ass, and
without dislodging her, strode to the living room, where he’d left his duffel
bag. As they passed a mirror, he saw his tattooed arm on her ass, right
underneath her tattoo, and his cock jerked so badly it was a miracle he didn’t
lose it on the spot.
Then he noticed the inscription under the dragon. How had he
missed it? Well, it probably had to do with his cock hijacking his brain the
second he realized she’d got his ink on her.
He walked to the mirror and broke into laughter. “Really?”
“What?” she asked, confused.
“The inscription. You got Caesar’s quote on top of your
ass.” Veni vidi vici.
I came, I saw, I
conquered.
She grinned. “You like it? You can be reminded of your
conqueror status every time you have me on all fours.”
“I love it, baby, but you’re nuts.”
He shook his head, amused, and moved toward his duffel bag.
“Can’t this wait? Whatever this is?” she asked as she
squeezed his dick with her inner walls and sank her hands into his hair,
nibbling at his jaw at the same time.
“Nope,” he answered, unzipping the bag. He got what he was
searching for and moved them back to their bed, where he sat down, her legs
wrapped around him. He fisted her hair and brought her mouth to his.
“Got you nipple clamps, princess,” he said against her lips.
HER PUSSY CONTRACTED at his words. Hard.
“I’ve already gotten them cleaned and ready for use. I want
to see them on you. Are you with me?”
She didn’t answer. Her body did.
“You like this idea, don’t you?”
She nodded. Her boobs had never been that responsive before
James, and her rather small size always had made her feel self-conscious. Now
everything was different. Her nipples were very sensitive, and he knew how much
she liked it when he got rough with them.
“That’s my girl.” He moved his mouth to her nipples, which
were already tight and achy, and worked on them in turns until they were deep
red and swollen, her breath was choppy, and she was trying to move up and down
on his cock, dying for some relief.
“Not yet, princess. Don’t move,” he ordered, easily
restraining her. She wasn’t too happy, but he bit on her nipple, and she
complied, whimpering at the sharp pull in her womb.
Several minutes more of his ministrations, and her nipples
were so sensitized she could feel her heartbeat in the blood pulsing through
them. Her pussy was literally shaking.
“Now you’re ready,” he said and reached for the clamps.
Barely able to breathe, she watched as he gently fastened them on her.
The second those contraptions pinched her flesh, she hissed,
bucking against him and arching her back. Oh God, her tits were on fire. Her
whole body was on fire.
“You okay, princess?” She tried to rock against him, but he
stilled her. “Not yet,” he repeated.
“James, fuck me, please.” She needed this ache to go away;
she needed him pounding inside her.
“As soon as I get this on you.”
This what?
She heard the rustle of metal, and before she realized
what he was doing, he connected both clamps with a chain.
Oh hell. More liquid heat rushed to her folds, her core
pulsing.
Lust tightened his expression. “I see you like this idea
too.”
She would have never thought she would, but her clit was
throbbing, her pussy flooding, and she was trembling from arousal, so yeah,
apparently she did.
“Got a light chain. The weight will tug at your nipples, but
not too hard,” he explained as he nuzzled her neck. “If you want to change that
in the future, I’ll get you a thicker one.” He pulled at it, watching her body
tense and her breath hitch.
Oh God, this was so good. And he hadn’t even begun fucking
her.
Her nipples were getting numb, but she felt the tug of the
chain, the weight of it too, on her breasts and, as if they were connected,
straight down to her clit.
James was wound tight, the corded muscles in his arms and
upper body bulging and glistening, rock hard with tension. His cock throbbing
inside her. He didn’t rush, though; he flicked his finger over her piercing and
then traced a path up to her breasts, his eyes never leaving her body. “All
this metal on you, princess. Fucking sexy. You hurting?”
At her nod he tensed.
“Are your nipples—”
She shook her head. The bite of the metal on her tender
flesh had stung at first, true, but the clamps had cut off the circulation to
the nipples by now, and they felt pleasantly numb.
She brought his hand to her pussy. “I ache here, James,” she
said against his lips. “Need you to fuck me. Please. Now.”
His eyes were full of sex and male pride. “I’ll take care of
you, baby.” He gripped her hips, careful not to touch the tattoo, and lifted
her up before lowering her slowly on his cock. “How do you want it?”
“However you give it to me I’ll take it,” she answered
honestly.
That seemed to snap something inside him, and James began
pumping up into her, slow but hard. With every thrust, the chain jerked up,
then sagged, tugging at her nipples and ripping a ragged moan out of her.
“You like it, babe?” His face was harsh, his jaw locked, his
lips drawn in a thin line. Sweat trickled down his temple.