INKED 8: A Tattoo Shop Reverse Harem

Damn, he’s so hard and big. Just the feel of him through layers of clothing has my knees weakening and my pussy fluttering. Even the cool, rough press of the wall against my back isn’t worrying me. Whatever Kole is going to do to me will more than make up for any scuffs or scratches. Aaron Cole isn’t a man who worries about women’s comforts. He’s a man who takes what he wants, and that is horny as fuck.

His hands grab at the fabric of my dress, yanking it up. His foot kicks mine to the side, opening my legs for his probing fingers. When he touches me, he finds me as wet as he promised, groaning at the physical manifestation of my arousal. Then he does something I’m not expecting at all. He drops to his knees and presses his face to my pussy, licking with a frenzy I’ve only ever imagined.

Aaron’s hands grip my ass tightly, fixing me in position. From this angle, he looks like a man worshipping at an altar, and I sure as hell feel like his goddess. His talented tongue flicks my clit and then presses against it, driving me closer and closer to the orgasm that I’m almost weeping for. I grip his hair again, holding him exactly where I need him to be, and then it happens.

I beg. I plead. “Please.”

I can tell he loves it because, in a flash, I’m stuffed with two thick fingers and coming like a woman possessed. There’s no way to stand through such pleasure, but Aaron is there to hold me, his hands so strong that I feel like a rag doll in his arms.

When he stands, he’s breathing fast. Drawing his hand over my breast, he cups my throat, using his thumb to stroke my jawline. “I knew you’d like what I got,” he says, using his other hand to wipe my arousal from his chin. It’s such a rough gesture that I’m shocked to find it turns me on. When he kisses me, I can taste myself in his mouth.

Drawing back, his storm-cloud eyes fix me with an intensity that I feel in my throat. “Now you’re going to show me what you got.”

Fuck.

Voices get closer as people walk across the street to the entrance of the bar. All it would take is one of them to stumble down the side of the building and discover us. But I can’t think of that now. I have to stay in role and keep my mind on what’s going to happen next. I’m going to let this stranger slide his cock inside me.

Kyla wouldn’t do this. She could never let a man between her legs who didn’t know her name. But in role, I can touch Aaron’s face and kiss his lips, then turn to face the wall and spread my legs.

I wish I could see his expression as I tug up my dress and expose my ass. I wish I could know if this is what he wants from me, but this is all guesswork. But when his palm smooths over the rounded cheek of my ass, I’m pretty certain that he’s happy.

“What are you waiting for?” I purr.

The sound of his zipper tells me the wait is about to be over for both of us.

Oh God, the press of his cock at my entrance is too much. The first inch feels impossible, then his hand presses against the small of my back, and he thrusts the rest in, deep and then deeper, until I’m struggling to keep my arms locked against the wall.

“That’s it,” he grunts when I push back against him. “You love this cock, don’t you? You want to feel how deep I can go with your hungry little pussy.”

“Fuck me,” I gasp. “Don’t talk about it. Just do it.”

And he does. Oh, he does so well. I’m up on my tiptoes, my whole body trembling as he spears me from behind. The flesh on my ass ripples with each thrust, his fingers gripping as though he loves my curves and wants to bury himself in them.

I want to come again, but I’m still too jacked up from the first time, but it doesn’t matter. Everything about this night is perfect.

When Aaron comes, it’s like an exorcism. His arms wrap around me, tugging my back against his chest, his big hand resting over my throat again. The warmth of his breath stirs my heart and dampens my neck while inside, his cock throbs and throbs its release into me.

I think back to the night at the club when Kase came inside me. It’s only a few days later, and I’ve fucked his twin, letting him do the same thing. It’s so wrong that the thought of their shared cum makes me close my eyes and sigh.