The Tattoo Artist (La Petite Mort #1)

57. Chapter 57

fifty-seven

Alexander

“ G et on your stomach,” I demanded.She crawled off my lap and laid down. My hand moved up her thighs, dragging the hem of my shirt up, uncovering her gorgeous round ass.

I rubbed my hand over her ass, closing my eyes to appreciate the feel of them.“You let me know if it’s too much.”

She nodded.

“I need words, Princess.”

“Yes,” she admitted in a breathy voice.

“Don’t make noise,” I warned her. I brought my hand down on her right cheek, and it jiggled from my slap.

She whimpered.

Her flushed skin was already turning pink. So fucking responsive to my touch. My hand made contact with her other cheek.

“I said no noise,” I reminded her as she moaned in delight. Shaking my head, I pulled back, admiring the two matching handprints. I spread her ass to get a better view of her pink little pussy. Fuck me, she’s glistening. My dirty little nun loved to get spanked.

She was wet, soaking wet, and I could see her juices leaking out her hole, begging to be filled. I kneeled on the floor, gripping her ankles, and pulled her body toward the edge of the bed.

My tongue stroked her entrance before diving in. She moaned, grinding her ass against my face. I chuckle, knowing she’s breaking the one rule I gave her. I brought my palm against the right cheek, and she cried out in pleasure, so I spanked her again and again.

“What did I say,” I sneered, slapping her ass harder.

“You feel too fucking good,” she sobbed.I crawled over her back, leaned over her shoulder, and whispered against her ear. “Someone needs to be taught a lesson. Huh, Princess?” I slid my cock down the crease of her ass.

“I’m going to fuck you there one day,” I promised, dragging my tongue over the back of her neck.

“I'm going to stretch you out so fucking good and ruin you for anybody else.” I slipped my finger into her tight heat, and a shaky breath escaped both of us. One from me for imagining how her ass would feel wrapped around my cock and one from her from being filled. I thrust my finger in and out as my cock teased her opening. Her mouth fell open, and I could hear another sound building.

“Shhh,” I reminded her. “Good girls stay quiet. Only bad little nuns make noise,” I teased her.

Her bottom lip was swollen and red from her teeth digging into it. Her eyes were glossed over, and the high of listening finally took over her body. She was such a good fucking girl.

“Hands and knees, baby.” I brushed the tip of my cock along her pussy, up and down her wet slit, before pushing myself inside her in one go.

She cried out, biting the pillow in front of her as her hands fisted the sheets. My hand traveled and wrapped itself around her hair, pulling her head back. I wasted no time in thrusting into her harder. The sound of my balls slapped against her clit. The echoes around the room, along with her silenced moans, fed the devil inside me.

“Mmm,” she moaned in pleasure.

“Look at you taking my cock like a good fucking girl,” I praised. Her pussy clenched around me—my words affected her. I groaned, my eyes rolled back, feeling her tight cunt squeezing me.

I slammed into her with more force, pushing her head further into the mattress.

She let go, my cock grew even harder. I slipped my hand under her and pulled her against me. She came apart in my arms, and a few seconds later, I followed, filling her with my cum. I collapsed on top of her, rolling to the side so that I wouldn’t suffocate her. She was gasping for breath, trying to regain control over her own body. I pulled her against my chest and ran my fingers down her hair, cradling her in my arms.

I kissed the top of her head and whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you, Alexander Hades,” she panted.