Page 86 of Broken
“It should have been me,” he growls.
Without having to ask, I know what he means. Damn, I wish it was him too. It would have been a very different experience if he’d pierced me instead of Katja.
“Your skin is beautiful, pure,” he licks the underside of my breast. “I want my mark on it.”
My heart thumps, I’m sure he feels it. He looks up at me and I stare back. I’d made it clear I don’t want a tattoo. Marking myself permanently never appealed to me. Hearing Garrett put it that way has me wishing he could do it, right now.
Part of me tells me not to let this man control me. The other part is saying control isn’t what Garrett means. Not where a tattoo is concerned. His other hand rests between my breasts.
“Here,” he says in a low voice. “Something this beautiful, a canvas in itself. I’m not sure I could enhance it, but fuck I want to try.”
I sigh out a sound, a word.
“Was that a yes?” he asks in excitement.
Hesitating, I sit up higher. Was it?
“Will you let me ink you, Vixen?”
Oh God. If he does it the way he used my piercing, I’m not sure I could get through him tattooing me. From the look in his eyes, he’s thinking the same thing. More likely, remembering the video of me fucking myself on his tattoo table.
His hand moves quicker than my brain can keep up with as he reaches under my skirt and tears my panties down. I barely have to lift to let him pull them underneath my ass. His thick fingers enter me and I let out a sharp cry at the intrusion. The welcome intrusion.
“Will you let me?”
My mind has splintered at the feel of him pushing in and out of me. What is he asking again?
“Will you trust me to put my art on you?”
“Yes,” I sigh as my thighs shake.
Garrett surges up and grips the back of my neck, he lowers me down onto the bed and thrusts his fingers in and out harder. The intensity in his eyes and his movements holds me captive. The thought of tattooing my skin is making him lose himself, the same way I’m about to lose my grip on my sanity.
His hand comes around to the front, his thumb resting on one side of my throat as his fingers encircle the rest of it. A moment of fear takes hold of me. I’m completely at his mercy, he can do whatever he wants to me right now. It passes faster than it started when his fingers caress, rather than squeeze.
How can one hand be so gentle, while the other is pushing in and out of me so hard? The thought has me clenching around his fingers, it’s almost painful how much I want to let go. It takes a moment to catch up with my body when I realize he is gone.
My eyes snap open in time to see him tearing down his jeans and underwear. In the next moment, he’s grabbed my thighs, pulling me toward him as his hips snap forward and his cock stretches me. A silent scream tears out of me and my breath is taken when his mouth closes over mine.
He keeps up a steady but firm pace, thrusting in and out of me as he grabs one of my thighs and lifts it, hooking it over his elbow and spreading me wider.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You feel too good. So. Fucking. Good. Want to fuck you all night.”
His lips clamp on my neck and he bites and sucks as he thrusts harder, pinning me to the bed with every part of his body. I couldn’t move even I wanted to. All I can do is hold on to his sides and take it.
It almost feels like I’m going into shock as my legs shake.
“Need you to come, Vixen. All over my cock, let me feel it.”
Coming on command has only ever happened when I’m with Garrett. The filthy words he’s whispering in my ear, the thrust of him inside of me and the way he alternates between biting andsucking my skin all converges into one huge explosion. It’s got to hurt how tight I clench around him. He groans loudly as I do as he ordered and come so hard my vision goes black.
“Yes, damn it. Shit,” he grunts as he tries to move through my climax, not ready to stop despite how my body is limp in his arms.
His mouth takes mine, and he bites down on my lower lip as his movements become erratic. He’s mindless, focused on his own pleasure but he pauses, and I almost cry out as he pulls out of me. I open my eyes to see him grabbing his cock, jerking his hand up and down until ropes of thick cum cover my stomach and thighs.
I don’t care one iota as I look up the length of him, the tenseness of every muscle, the rigid, thick cock between his inked fingers. He’s a fucking masterpiece.
I have to fight the urge to grab a pad and pen and draw him like this. In a moment of intense pleasure and completely vulnerable. He throws his head back and lets out a controlled groan. Unable to fully let himself go, even as his body releases over me.
