The Tattoo Artist (La Petite Mort #1)

47. Chapter 47

forty-seven

Alexander

F ucking shit!

Bloody fucking hell!

I wasn't sure what Irish had planned, but no fucking way he would be joining the conglomerate. Dragging Quinn out the door and onto my bike, we headed home so I could fuck my frustrations out on her.Quinn had her arms wrapped around my waist and her cheek pressed against my back when suddenly her hand moved down to grope my dick.

Picking Quinn up, I drove us to our cabin, loving how she felt wrapped around me. Quinn had her arms wrapped around my waist; her hand moved slowly further down my torso at an agonizingly slow pace. She reached for my cock groping me.

Bloody hell!

She groped me.

Rubbing her palm all over my hard dick through my riding suit. One hand stayed on my cock, and the other hand reached for the zipper and dragged it down, revealing my bare torso to the night's cold air. She slid her hand inside, gripping my rock-hard dick, and moved her hand up and down the length of my cock.

Fuck!

Quinn had let go of my dick only to trail her fingertips gently over the head, rubbing a finger down the slit of my cock.Her touch was super light and soft as she trailed her fingers up and down my cock.Her hand trailed further down, brushing against the spot between my balls and my anus.I widened my legs, giving her enough room to explore.She used my pre-cum as lube, spreading the white substance all over the head of my dick before moving down the length of my shaft.

The pre-cum helped heighten the sensations as her hand moved along my shaft, the pressure changing along with my speed. Quinn pumped me. Never stopping, even when she spreads more of my pre-cum down the length of my dick. Her hand worked faster as I picked up speed.

My abs flexed underneath her fingers getting close to cumming all over her delicate hand. Quinn's hand tightened around my cock, her other hand trailed down my abs, and down to my thighs. She finally reached my balls. She cupped them, giving them a good squeeze as her hand continued to stroke me paying close attention to the head of my cock.

Fuck, Quinn was going to be the death of me .

She started to stroke me slowly up and down while her thumb rubbed the head of my dick. My spine began to tingle as she continued her movements. Her other hand was still on my balls, fondling, squeezing, and pulling them. Before I knew it, I was painting her hand with my cum.

"Alex. Alex. Alexander Hades," Quinn blurted out, tapping my shoulders and snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Huh?"

She laughed before wrapping her arms around my waist and turning her head to the side to place her cheek against my back. "We've been stopped at this stop sign for the past five minutes. I'm trying to get home," she said the last part at the same time her hand reached to grip my cock. That was all I needed to shift gear and upshift to peak power.

Fifteen minutes later, we arrived home. Shutting off the engine faster than she saw coming, I grabbed Quinn, manhandling her so that she was now facing me. I had Quinn sitting on the fuel tank with my hands at her waist for extra support.

"How are you feeling?" I asked her. My voice was full of concern. After what happened earlier today, I wanted to ensure she felt okay. My knuckles glided over her cheek in a gesture that was both gentle and sexy, causing a rush of liquid between her thighs—watching the damp spot grow bigger. Quinn drew a deep breath and inhaled.

"Horny," she replied, her lips tugging upright on one side.I pulled her closer to me so that she sat directly on top of my hardened cock. I gripped the back of her neck and drew her close until my mouth met hers. Desire swept through her, and she clenched her thighs around me. She rocked her hips, creating the friction we both needed. Ipulled away, teasing her bottom lip with my thumb before running my thumb over the pulse point on her neck. Ifollowed it afterward with my tongue. It glided over her skin. A gasp escaped her lips, feeling my tongue on her.

She grabbed the hem of my shirt and slipped her hands beneath, settling her palms on my muscular tattooed chest. "You're so hard," she murmured into my mouth.

"That's not the only thing that's hard," I teased, thrusting up so that she could feel my cock.

My hands moved frantically, gripping her panties and shredding them from her body. The torn fabric went flying over my shoulder. My mouth crashed onto hers as her hands worked just as frantically to free my cock. We didn't waste time with foreplay. She was soaking wet, and I was harder than fucking steel. Lifting her, I impaled her onto my cock, filling her to the hilt. She gasped down my throat, her eyes squeezing closed as she adjusted to my size. My head fell back at the feeling of her tight little cunt suffocating my cock.

Bloody Hell!

"So fucking tight," I gritted out.

Quinn placed her hand on my chest for support, riding my cock nice and slow. I spanked her ass, urging her to hurry the fuck up. Like a dirty little nun, she slowly moved, rolling her hips in a lazy cadence that felt incredible as it did torturous. My hands gripped her hips tightly as I began to lift her up and down, pushing her farther down with each thrust. Reeling my hand back, I clapped it down on her left ass cheek and watched as her back arched.

"Alex! Yes! Please" she begged, biting her pouty lips to keep herself from screaming.

"You feel so good," she moaned and whimpered, letting me know how good I felt inside her.

"I want everyone in this town to hear you, Princess."

"Oh, yes," she responded. "Don't stop."

Wrapping her arms around my neck, she lifted herself— leaving white cream on my dick. The sound of her wet pussy echoed through the cool night air. My grunts and groans mingled with the sounds of skin slapping together. "Yes, yes…God, yes," she chanted.

I nipped her neck, leaving my mark as she exposed her neck even further. Her head tilted back in pleasure.

I thrust upwards, meeting her tempo and loving the way her ass bounced on my thighs.She increased her tempo, moving faster, her head nuzzled between the crook of my neck. Her pussy clenched me tighter, her walls hinting that she was close when suddenly her teeth dug into my skin—biting my shoulder through the fabric of my shirt. I spanked her one more time as my other hand made quick, tight circles over her clit, which sent her spiraling out of control.

"Alexxxx," she screamed my name, squirting all over my cock and bike. Her orgasm triggered mine, and my cock jerked inside her, coating her walls with my cum. I kept on fucking her as I filled her with every last drop until I was fucking drained.Quinn collapsed against my chest, my arms wrapped around her, and I buried my face into her hair. Our breathing eventually slowed down.

"Oh, my God. I squirted. I'm sor—" I interrupted her. She was embarrassed, but damn, she had no reason to be that was fucking hot.

"My tires don't grip when wet," I said, pausing. She pulled away, her face confused for a second before I continued. "But I know you do," I praised her with a smirk. She laughed and smacked my chest before burying her face into mine.