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How have I not seen her back before? Thinking about it, most of her costumes for her scenes all pretty much cover her body. Skin isn’t a hot commodity with her, and I’m just starting to realize this. I could see the rippled skin under the ink almost immediately, but the piece drew me in just as quickly. Black and gray ink, it was a beautiful lady head with skulls dancing around it in different eras of decay. Some of them were fully skinless, others had shadings of where the skin peeled, then the one lady head that was perfect.
It was almost like those lapses of the moons, where they are in different stages. Remarkable.
Shrugging off the odd feeling, I open the door and leave the steamy bathroom. Much to my surprise, Tornado is there. With his pants off, cock in hand. Stroking himself.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
“Jesus!” He jumps from where he sits, covering himself a moment later with a stray towel. Too late for him, I already copped myself a look, and hot fucking damn…he’s lengthy. He’s on the thinner side, but he would pierce a girl’s cervix, if that were even possible. It’s definitely made to breed, forcing her to take his cum.
“Can you cover that fucking monster?” He grunts, tightening his hold on the towel over his lower half. Looking down, I completely forgot I’m stark ass naked. Not only am I naked, I’m still harder than a rock. “Fuck, you’ve got your dick stabbed?” His gaze stays locked on my cock as I reach down and slowly stroke my length.
“You mean a Jacob’s Ladder?” I retort, a single brow raising. His own jumps beneath the cover of the towel, fighting against the covering to get out. Licking my lips, I debate on whether to go and suck him off…
“Whatever it is, fuck dude,” he grimaces. This is like nothing I have encountered before. Have I had a few fantasy’s of him? Sure. Have I stroked off to the made-up image of his hand instead of my own? Yes. Did I anticipate them to come true? Not a fucking chance.
But here we are, both buck ass naked, staring at one another. His abs aren’t rock hard but they are there, covering his whole torso in tattoos. While he gawks at my cock, I point to his body with my free hand.
“Do those go all the way around?” I mutter, taking another long stroke as he stands shocked. Gulping, he nods, turning slowly to show me his back.
Fuck.
His ass is just as fucking plump as I would imagined. Seeing his ass in tight fucking jeans before made me want to pin him to the bed and drill him, but seeing it like this…
Taking cautionary steps forward, I trail my fingers over his giant dragon tattoo. His shoulders shutter, breath stuttering as I caress his golden tanned skin. I’m not sure what force is pulling me, but I lean forward and inhale his musky scent, grazing my teeth over his neck.
“Knuckles,” he groans, taking a small step backward right into my bare body. Reaching both hands around, I gently feel the plains of his body all the way from his pecs to the slightly defined V on his lower abdomen. I tease the area where the towel is stopping me, before gripping it and ripping it away.
“What-” he starts, turning around and rubbing himself over me unintentionally. His cock is rock hard, pre-cum leaking from the tip. Mine rubs with his as I take both of us in fist. Pumping my hips, a rasped groan falls from his lips.
Before I can think it through, I’m dropping to my knees in front of him, hands staying on his hips for support. I feel animalistic, like I can’t get enough of him. While he stares at me with wide eyes, I may as well feast on this beautiful man. I drag my rough hands down his body, reaching behind him to cup his ass. His eyes are tentative, but he doesn’t stop me.
His hard cock juts in front of my face as it waits to be sucked down deeply into my throat. I peer up at him from under my lashes, coaxing him on.
I have never done anything like this before, but the sudden confidence in myself has me second guessing if I was maybe a jigolo in another life.
Licking the underside of his lengthy erection, one of his own hands slams into my hair, gripping the thin tresses tightly. A guttural groan of satisfaction peels from me. The thick head beads with pre-cum, and I just can’t help myself. I suck him into my mouth and flick my tongue over his hot tip.
“Fuck,” he rasps, hips jarring slightly in surprise.
“Well, well,” a feminine voice teases. Tornado jerks out of my mouth, swiping the towel again. I stay on my knees, looking over my shoulder at the woman who’s captivated my mind since the day we met. She’s gotten scars that would scare a weaker man, but boy do I think they make her look ten times hotter…
“I would love to say I’m shocked, but,” she trails off, shrugging slightly as her own towel gives us a peep show of her leg.
“Woman,” I growl. Twisting on my hands and knees, I slowly crawl over to her. After seeing her perform and having a moment to clear my head, I realized that I could probably get to her better if I appealed to her dominatrix side.
Her breathing shutters as I get closer and closer. Bending on my elbows with my ass in the air, I lick from the tip of her toe to her ankle. It’s slow, and I take my time placing gentle kisses in my wake. Moving further, I creep along her shin, nibbling on the side. She shakes above me as I go, and my hands trail to caress her thigh. Clamping down on the side of her knee, she yelps while I take the liberty of peeling the towel away from her. It lands somewhere behind me.
Sharp inhales reverberate off the old stricken walls. Peering over my shoulder, Tornado stands there like a man possessed. Fists tightly balled at his sides, brows dipping low on his face, his eyes blazing with lust and conviction. He burns just as brightly for her as I do, that much is evident.
“I want you,” I rasp, looking back at the beauty above me. Her pussy is bare, exactly as I imagined it. Not a single hair in sight. Tattoos cover her entire left leg, up her rib cage and onto her back where the masterpiece sits. Funnily enough, I notice quotes from her favorite books from over the years etched into her delicate skin. Kissing each of them one by one, I leave behind a promise for continued support in her darkest days. She’s known since I joined the club that I would protect her with my dying breath, even if she’s the one stealing it away from me.
“How do you want me?” She purrs, tracing a hand through my damp hair. Pushing higher on my knees, I sink my teeth into the soft flesh right before I meet the apex of her thighs. Instead of jumping like I anticipated, her fingers lace tighter into my hair, tugging me closer to her body.
“With my tongue.” Shoving my nose between her lower lips, I inhale her sweet scent deeply. Due to the shower, the smell is muted, but I will eventually have her over the mount of her bike. At that point, she will be sweaty, hot, and fucking delectable.
Her legs tremble around my head, one hand grabbing the wall to keep steady but getting no purchase. Her other hand has a death grip in my hair. With how hard she’s tugging, I wouldn’t be surprised if I lose a few strands.
“Right here.” Shoving my tongue into her opening, I take one long, slow lick. Her pussy is the best tasting thing I have ever fucking had. With how hard her fingers are laced in my hair, she directs me to where she wants me. Using my lips, I suction her clit into my mouth, biting on the bundle of nerves as she quivers and sputters around me.
