Princess Next Door

He brought her to another orgasm and kept her poised at the peak, desperate and begging for more. He didn’t give in, and only when he was ready for her to release did he come, and they came together, crying out each other’s name. His cum was inside the condom, but he filled her deeply as he thrust.

She felt each wave and every pulse of his cock as they came.

When it was over, they lay on the blanket, and she stared at him, tracing her finger up and down his arm.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

“I don’t want to leave this moment.”

“You don’t have to. We can stay here forever.”

“You promise?”

“Haven’t you realized yet that whatever you wish for, I’m going to make sure comes true?”

“Are you my guardian angel?” she asked, teasing him.

“Nah, I’m a man who wants to give you the world.”

She didn’t deserve him.

He was so good to her.

“I want to give you everything you desire as well.”

He took her chin and kissed her lips. “You already do just by being you.”

They stayed curled around each other on the blanket. As the night wore on, a chill began to fill the air, and it wasn’t long before they had to move on.

“I’m not going to have you getting sick on me right now. Come on, I saw a hotel just a few miles back.”

Getting dressed, Wynter knew they’d come to a turning point in their relationship. They’d known each other a matter of weeks, and still thinking about how short a time they’d known each other, she was in shock. She’d never felt this way about anyone, and she couldn’t deny it either.

Whatever happened, she’d given her heart to Zane, and there was no way she saw of her ever getting it back, nor did she want to.

****

“What are you wanting, Princess?” he asked.

“I don’t know. There’s so many to choose from.”

Zane watched as she scanned all of the walls of the tattoo parlor he’d taken her to. The guy, Ray, was an expert, and had done most of the work on him, which was why he’d brought his woman in. He trusted the guy to do a good job, to not hurt her, and to not fuck it up.

“Where did you find her?” Ray asked.

He’d been standing by Zane as Princess stared at the walls.

“She’s my neighbor.”

“It must be special for you to bring her here. I don’t recall ever meeting one of your bitches before.”

“She’s not a bitch. She’s my woman.”

Ray held his hand up. “Okay, fine. You’re protective of this one, I get it.”

She stood on her tiptoes looking at the highest rose across one wall. The flower was blue, and he didn’t ever recall seeing a blue rose before. It looked beautiful as the main rose was blue with red flowers coming out of the stem.

“I like this one,” she said.

“I’ve not had any woman or man ask for that one.” Ray moved toward his books and opened one up, showcasing the design so that she could get a good look at it.

Another customer came in, and Zane stood beside Princess as she stared at the strange design.

“You like it?”

“I know it’s weird, but I don’t know. It just … it’s really striking, don’t you think?”

He stared down at the book, and saw the intricate design of each flower.

“It’s beautiful.” He didn’t lie either. The flower didn’t have any real design on an actual rose, but it stood out, the colors, sharp, vibrant.

“You sure you want to do this?”

“I’m totally not sure. I’ll probably cry like a baby, but we only live once, right? I want to do this. It could be a whole lot of fun.”

Resting his arm across her shoulders, he kissed her temple and waited as Ray finished dealing with another man before coming back toward them.

“You’re sure this is the one you want?” Ray asked.

“Positive.” She held the book out and gave him a big smile.

“Where would you like it?” he asked.

She turned to the side and lifted up her shirt. “Could you do it trailing from my hip up to underneath my breast?”

“Are you sure about that?” Zane asked. “It’s pretty big for your first time.”

She smiled at him. “I may never do this again. Go big or go home, right?”

“Right.”

Zane didn’t like it as Ray stepped forward and looked at her side, his fingers pressing against her skin. Ray wasn’t doing anything untoward, but it pissed him off that another man had his fingers on her skin.

“I don’t see a problem with this. Do you want to get started?”

“What do you think, Zane? Do you think it will look good?” She held the design of the book against her, and he thought she looked so cute.

“It’s going to look epic. No backing out though. Now is your last chance.”