Hating You, Loving You (Inked Hearts 4)

I tap it against his piercing again and again.

Until his groan is agony as much as it's pleasure.

I wrap one hand around his cock. Pump him as I take him deeper.

Deeper.

As deep as I can manage.

Then I pull back and do it again.

His eyes blink open.

He looks down at me with heavy lids.

Desire fills his baby blues. It pours over his expression.

His brow knits. His lips part. His head falls forward.

I do it again.

"Fuck, Chloe." His fingers dig into the back of my head.

My sex clenches. My nipples tighten. My body begs for more, but this is exactly where I need to be.

His need is intoxicating.

It's everything.

I move faster.

Suck harder.

Get lost in the feeling of his firm flesh in my mouth.

His breath hitches in his throat.

His nails dig into my skin.

There.

I flick my tongue against his piercing.

Push him over the edge.

He pulls back as he comes.

He groans my name as he spills onto my chest.

Like it's his favorite word in the entire world.

Like it's everything.

When he's finished, he pulls me to my feet.

He wraps his arms around my waist.

And he kisses me like he's never going to let go.