Ink: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel by Rae Lake (most inspirational books .txt) 📕

to take things one day at a time. One second. One heartbeat.” She wrapped her arms around my neck, her body pressed against mine.

“I don’t even remember any of the good shit. When I close my eyes, all I see is the bad.”

She raised high on her tippy toes and arched her head as far as she could and kissed me deeply. She moaned in desire as I gripped her ass tight and kissed her back.

She pulled away from me suddenly. “How about now? Any good memories?”

“Come back.” I pulled at her waist until she was flush with me again. Her body melted into mine. We’d been going back and forth for a while now, and even though I was used to denying myself, I didn’t want to any longer.

She pulled away again, “Wait, we’re supposed to be working on memories.”

“Fuck that.” I pulled her against me harder, our mouths crashing together as my cock became hard between my legs. “Where’s Angel?” I asked without taking my mouth fully from hers.

“Sleeping, she’s, mmm, sleep.”

That was all I needed to here. I had lost a lot of who I was all those years, tonight I was going to claim one piece of myself back deep inside this woman.

Chapter 15

I picked her up, and she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist. I kissed her, letting my tongue swirl and swipe at her mouth, playing with the tongue ring she hid inside.

I held her up using the one arm, and closed the door, making sure to lock it. Angel wasn’t going to interrupt us today.

I let my mouth fall to her neck and bit down gently as her hands caressed and squeezed at my arms.

“Oh, fuck. Ink.” She let her head fall back.

I dropped her down on the bed, and she instantly started to take my clothes off. She rose on her knees and pulled my shirt as far up as she could. I had to bend over so she could get it off. She had seen me many times without a shirt, but I would never get tired of seeing her eyes light up every time she did.

I pulled her large shirt over her head and quickly pulled the smaller shirt she always wore underneath off as well. “Fuck, I can’t wait to feel all of you.”

“Yes, now.” She begged as she reached for my pants and began to untie the strings on my pants. A wave of insecurity smashed into me. I was scarred up, I hadn’t had an orgasm in years, and I didn’t even honestly know if my dick was going to be able to handle pleasing her. I pulled back.

She reached out and grabbed the pockets, pulling me back to her. “What is it. Don’t you want to?”

“I haven’t told you everything.” I had to warn her, “One of the ways they tried to break me was through denial. They would tease me to the point of no return then leave me. I haven’t had sex or orgasmed in years. They had me wear a device so I wouldn’t be able to pleasure myself; every time I became hard, needles would stab into my skin. I’m heavily scarred because of it.”

She nodded her head and looked back down at my groin, “Does it hurt now?” She asked.

I let out a gruff breath, “Only because I want to fuck you into next week.”

She smirked, “Then let’s do this one moment at a time. If it’s too much, we can stop.”

“You sure?” I asked, praying to God she wasn’t about to get me fucking started and then back out. I would fucking die. No jokes about it, I would keel right over and die from blue balls.

“Yes, yes, god, yes.” She tugged at my pants, leaving my underwear in place. Her mouth dropped open in excitement as she took in the massive bike mural tattooed on my leg and the panther tattoo on the other. Her blue eyes always so pure and full of wonder were now clouded over with lust. She reached forward and grabbed my cock through my underwear, and my first fucked up instinct was to move away.

“It’s me. I won’t hurt you. You okay? Do you want me to stop?” She rubbed against my shaft slowly, but with enough pressure, it was quickly getting me ready to bust my load.

“Fuck no. Keep going.”

I looked down at her face, her cheeks a light shade of pink, and her teeth pressed lightly on her bottom lip. She raised her face to me. “Can I taste you?”

I let out a deep moan, “Fuck Jazmine, you’re going to make me cum before we do anything. Yes, shit. Let me feel that smart mouth wrapped around my dick.”

She slowly pulled down my boxer briefs, and my dick tumbled out heavy, hard, and curving slightly upward. I waited for her to tell me I was too deformed, or she had changed her mind.

She licked her lips, “Oh my, all of this has gone to waste over the past four years.” She looked up at me as she raised my shaft with the head pointing toward my midsection. “We can’t have that now, can we?”

With her eyes still focused on mine, she leaned down and licked my cock from balls to the tip.

“Fuck!” I dug my hand in her short hair as she pulled my cock down and pushed as much as she could get into her mouth. “Oh shit! Shit! Shit!” I panted and pulled back. It had been so long, and it felt so fucking good, I didn’t know what to do with the assault of pleasure.

“Stop?” She asked. My cock glistening and perched on her lips as she held onto the shaft and wiped the head of my cock back and forth on her mouth.

“Huh? What? No. More. Fuck, I need…” She opened her mouth and pushed me further into her mouth, my knees buckled. I wasn’t going to make it like this. I was