Inked Babies (Inked Brotherhood 6)

“I’ve got you,” he says, and I let him guide my fall on the mattress. I bounce a little and laugh, then stop when he puts his other hand on the bed and lies on top of me, keeping half of his weight off with one knee planted between my legs. “Do you think this is fucking funny?”

He grinds his erection between my legs, against my cotton-clad pussy, and I moan, needing him so badly.

“No,” I whisper.

Not funny at all. He’s so hard it has to be painful, and the way he grunts when I rock my hips a little, sliding up and down his cock, tells me he’s real close.

I do it again, and he gasps, pushing my hips down. “Girl, I’ll come in my pants. Seriously. I’ve been thinking about fucking you for months and weeks, and all day yesterday and today, and the way you move… Damn!”

I laugh

again, and he grins at me, wide and guileless and aroused and beautiful.

“Why are we still dressed?” I whisper, my voice gone all husky.

“Fuck,” he breathes and pushes my dress up my hips. “Can’t fucking wait. Erin, need you now.”

I watched, enthralled, as he unzips his jeans and pulls out his cock. He’s gone commando today, from what I see, and oh God… like every time, the sight of his long, hard shaft makes my pussy clench.

Then I realize what we’re about to do after all this time, and all my insecurity hits full force as he pulls my panties to the side to slide his fingers against my opening.

“Ty…”

His eyes are half-closed with concentration, but he looks up, and the darkness in them transfixes me. “God, you’re beautiful. You’re so fucking beautiful, if you could only see yourself…” His thumb flicks over my clit, and I shiver with pleasure. “So hot.”

His thumb strokes me deeper, parting my soaked folds, and I moan. Haven’t even had time to bring myself off all these past weeks, and his touch alone will undo me.

“Do you want it?” he asks, his voice serious. “I’m not hurting you?”

“You’re not,” I whisper. “Please.”

I don’t want to think about it more closely, about how big his cock is. About whether it will hurt. It’s been months.

He grips his hard-on and pushes into me, slowly, aided by my wetness. I brace for pain, but there is none, just that familiar feeling of fullness as he slides in deeper, his breathing coming in harsh pants, his cheekbones flushed.

He’s too big, I can never take the whole of him.

Couldn’t until now.

“Holy shit, Erin!” His mouth drops open as he buries himself inside me balls-deep and hunches over, his hips jerking, his cock throbbing. “Oh fuck.”

I can’t speak. Can’t think. But crap, he feels so incredibly good inside me. Better than ever before, his hard length setting off all my nerve endings like fireworks, turning the slightly uncomfortable feeling of so much of him stuffed inside me into fire and pleasure spreading through my core until I think I’ll burst.

And he hasn’t moved yet.

“God, Ty.” I can’t catch my breath. I reach for his face. “Kiss me.”

He moves up my body to do that, and his cock slips a tiny inch deeper. I gasp and writhe and can’t believe I’m coming already, and then he’s kissing me, swallowing my cries and moving inside me in short, hard thrusts that only make the pleasure hotter, sharper, triggering more explosions in my core—until he’s coming too with a long moan against my lips, his cock spilling liquid heat in my pussy.

“Tyler…” I clutch at him, losing myself in the sensations, in the feel of him inside me again, at last, at his soft mouth, his hard body bent over me, the aftershocks still running through him until he slumps over me, careful not to crush me.

Still buried inside me. Still hard.

He does a sort of half-push-up to look down on me, and the smile he turns on me is soft and sated and breathtaking.

Then he starts pulling out, and I clench around him, wanting to keep him inside me longer. He groans, and I bite my lip to stop a moan. I grip his corded forearm, where he had my name inked, digging my nails in.

“I’m gonna undress you now,” he says, his voice so low it raises the fine hairs on my arms, “and do to you all the things I promised earlier.” He starts pulling out again, and I do my best to release him. He still grits his teeth. “Goddammit, woman. You feel so good.”