Old Ink (Get Ink'd #3) - Ali Lyda Page 0,87

mouth, Channing. I...I don’t know, though.” His voice hitched.

“Don’t know what?” My heart twisted.

“I hurt you. I wasn’t sure you’d ever take me back, and goddamn, I’m going to do what I can to keep you. It feels like I should worship you now. Lick every inch of you. Make love to you.”

A smile softened my mouth and I caressed his cheeks. “You think fucking the hell out of me isn’t also making love? Don’t you get it? I love you, Reagan. And I love all of you, just like you love all of me. Can’t we admit that even when we’re rough, we’re loving the way we want to?”

He pressed his forehead against mine. “How is it you keep being the wisest person in this relationship?”

I kissed him, small, soft pecks. Then I bit his lip. “I went away and gained experience?”

His laugh sent shivers down my spine. “Now you’re going to get it, brat.”

“I fucking hope so.”

Reagan picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him while he carried me to the bedroom. He lowered me to the bed and crawled on top of me, the weight of him pressing me into the mattress. Reagan rocked into me, and I felt his cock beginning to swell in his pants.

“Get naked. Now,” he said.

I moaned and writhed. “I love when you’re bossy.”

I obeyed, stripping off my shirt and pants in record time. He undressed as well, but slowly, letting me drink my fill of his body. It was magnificent. His thick, muscled trunk and ink-covered chest made me whimper. And his thick, long cock was jutting out, red and ready again. I wanted it inside of me, fucking the past two weeks without him out of my memory.

“Hands and knees.” He watched steadily, waiting for me to comply. I did. “I’m going to spank you for all the sass, Channing. Do you want that?”

My balls were heavy as they swung between my legs and my cock twitched in anticipation. “Oh, yeah, I want it.”

He moved behind me. “If it hurts too much or you need to stop for any reason, say tattoo.”

That had barely sunk in before the first spank came. The sound of it cracked first and I jumped. The smarting, red-hot pain followed shortly. He wasn’t fucking around. My breaths came quicker. Reagan spanked me again, his hand landing sharply on the other cheek. Even knowing it was coming, I still rocked from it, humming in a high-tense way.

“Shit,” I gasped. Spanking had been a turn-on in my mind, but I’d never felt it before. It was agony and yet my cock was leaking with pleasure.

“This is for getting me off in the truck before we even got home,” he growled, before landing two quick spanks. “And this is for being a brat on the way up here.”

Two more spanks, the flesh of my ass throbbing and flaring with heat and prickles of pain. I could picture the red outline of his handprint on my white flesh and it made me want to come then and there.

The spanking ended as abruptly as it had begun. Large, strong hands grasped my sore and tender cheeks, rubbing them in soothing circles.

“Look at how well you did. I’ve never gone this far before, you know,” Reagan admitted while kneading my ass. “You bring it out of me.”

“Good,” I croaked. “Because this might just be the beginning. I think I’m hooked.”

He pulled my cheeks apart, and I buried my face in the sheets, my other face burning with the knowledge that he was staring at all of me.

“Your hole is so fucking beautiful,” Reagan rasped. He pulled my cheeks wider, the cool air of the room brushing against my exposed ass. “It’s so perfect. I’ve missed this, Channing. I’ve missed your skin and your smell and those sweet, perfect sounds you make when I fuck you.”

As if on demand, I moaned. His words were pouring over me like hot wax, leaving burning trails as they caressed me.

“I need you to fuck me,” I whined, shaking my still throbbing ass at him. “Please, sir, fill my ass with your cock.”

I caught his gaze when I glanced over my shoulder. It was filled with a hunger that matched my own. We were so well suited, the two of us. I loved the way our bodies fit together. I loved that I was the only one who ever saw this side of him. The darker, lustful side. The side of