The Tattoo Artist (La Petite Mort #1)

42. Chapter 42

forty-two

Alexander

I ended the fight immediately after what happened. The crowd went nuts watching my opponent collapse. The sound was damn near deafening, but I couldn't give a fuck. I looked out to where Quinn was and watched her going absolutely crazy with my win. She was fucking proud, and the pride shimmering in her eyes warmed my entire fucking body.

A few minutes later, I made my way towards the locker room.I had asked Aristotle to walk Quinn back to the locker room, and when I got there, I saw her standing there in a black dress and leather jacket with my fucking necklace displayed. The door shut behind me. Quinn saw me stride towards her and ran at me, leaped into my arms, and captured my lips quickly and possessively.

I grabbed under her thighs to keep her up and plastered her to me as I walked us further into the locker room. "I'm so fucking proud of you, baby!" She praised me before she went back to kissing me. After a moment, we both pulled away, catching our breath, only for her to knock me off my feet.

"I want to taste you," she whispered.

Adrenaline pumped through my veins harder than ever before, and the only reason for that was because I had the sexiest woman alive in front of me. She kneeled and reached for my shorts, quickly dropping them along with my boxers. My cock sprang free, and Quinn's mouth watered.

"Show me what you like," she looked up at me with uncertainty.

"Open your mouth. Tongue out, Princess," I ordered, and she obeyed.

Her tongue flicked against my tip before running along the length of my cock. She licked a few more areas, trying out what felt right before she shoved me down her throat. Holy fuck! I placed my hands on either side of her head as I thrust against her. My head fell back, hitting the lockers behind me.

Her hands gripped the back of my thighs, digging her nails deeper into my skin. "Fuck," I rasped. Quinn moaned around my length before letting go with a pop . My cock glistened with her saliva and my pre-cum. She stroked it; her hand moved up and down my length.I groaned, "Fuck, Princess, squeeze it." And she did. Pre-cum beads at the tip of the head, looking angry, and she licked it away, savoring the musky taste she loved so much.

"Fuck Quinn, that's it, baby. Take it," I moaned. My moans spurred her on as she took me into her mouth all the way down her throat, causing her to gag and tears to fill her eyes. "Breathe through it. That's it, baby. Breathe through your nose," I murmured gently, stroking her cheek.

One hand went to the base of my cock, and the other found my heavy balls, tight with the need to release. "Fondle them," I ordered. She gently squeezed them, tugging on them before she gently licked between my balls.Her tongue lapped my balls eagerly before licking my cock from base to tip.

"Oh, fuck Quinn, I'm going to cum."

She doubled her efforts, wanting to taste me, but I had other ideas.When I felt that tingling at the base of my spine, I quickly dislodge myself from her perfect fucking mouth. She pouted, ready to protest. "That's not where I want to cum, Princess," I groaned, stroking myself as I cum all over her face.

She had white drizzle all over her face. Her cheeks, lips, neck, and chest were stained. I lifted her off the ground and into my arms. I licked my cum off her lips, kissing her. She moaned when my tongue entered her mouth—giving her a taste.

"Mmm, I want more," she begged.

The head of my cock pressed against her cloth-covered center. She gasped against my lips, and our gazes connected as I moved her panties to the side and moved my cock down her pussy.

"Please. Alex, please," she sobbed. With one thrust, I drove into her. She gasped down my throat, her eyes squeezed closed as she adjusted to my size. I stilled, tearing my mouth away. "So fucking tight," I gritted out.

I thrust forward, making her cry out.

"Alex," she cried. No man had ever gone so deep into her, and no man would ever. I'd kill them and fuck her with their blood if she ever allowed another man to touch what was mine.

"Take it, Quinn. Take the whole fucking thing."

She whimpered, and her fingertips dug into my skin, clutching my shoulders as I eased out to slam inside again. It was hard enough that it shook the lockers and earned another cry from her lips. I rocked into her.

I set a hard, fast pace.

"We both know you can be louder," I challenged .

I dipped my lips, trailing them along her throat. I kissed every mark, every bruise, all while my hips pistoned. I kept her pinned to the wall, dwarfed by my large frame. My hand moved between us, and I rubbed circles against her swollen clit. "OHH, MY GOD," she screamed, her pussy pulsing around me.

Her orgasm was building. Her inner walls fluttered, and her breathing was heavier.

"Let go, Princess," I commanded.

"Drench my cock," I added, and she shattered. Every muscle in her body pulsed as she came on a cry. I fucked her harder. Faster. Chasing my release.

"Son of a bitch," I roared out before pouring inside her. Quinn clung to me, holding me tight until the aftershocks faded. I used this as an opportunity to carry her to the nearby bench. Our bodies were slick with sweat, and her hair was everywhere. I pushed her hair away from her face, cleaning the sweat from her forehead. She collapsed against my chest, her chest heaving like my own as we both worked to regain our breath.

"I love you," I whispered against her head. She pulled away. I prayed to the devil himself that she could finally say it back, but instead, she broke my heart once again.

"We didn't use a condom," she whispered. The evidence was dripping down her slit. My fingers brushed her upper arms, looking for a certain spot. I found the implant under her skin.

"You have an implant," I confessed. My fingers played with the implant. Her gaze locked my movement, and her hand touched the four-centimeter implant. "You got the implant almost three years ago. And your—" I stopped talking.

"You're too young to get pregnant. I wanted to make sure you were protected, so we used condoms most of the time. It's almost time for you to get a new one." The devil inside me wanted to remove it himself, and I would make sure she got pregnant–tying her to us forever.