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Now that he says it like that, I’m not so sure. There’s a part of me that thinks I know what’s about to happen, but how? Isn’t that dangerous? Wouldn’t it mess up Alan and his work?

I don’t want to question it, because I’m secretly hoping the hunger in his eyes is going to be satiated by my pussy.

Shaking my head in feigned ignorance, I feel my body heat rising.

“I’m going to spread your legs and first devour that delectable cunt of yours.” My heart falls to my stomach, and I swear those butterflies in there are attacking each other. “Then fill it with my cock.”

“R-Ronan…” I feel Alan touching my arm, a cold stroke comes before a wiping sensation. I’m familiar with this process. Shave, clean, stencil. The size of the paper pressing against my skin makes me think it’s a decent size, not small necessarily.

“You’ll keep your eyes on me the entire time,” he demands.

“Stay as still as possible on your right side,” Alan adds. “I’ve been doing this for years, I’m used to it. While I’ll enjoy your show, this is the challenge I crave. Tattooing a statue gets boring.”

I don’t tear my gaze away from Ronan’s sapphire eyes. “He won’t touch you, I don’t share like that. However, I love showing off what’s mine.” He then points over his shoulder, where I follow to see a blinking red light. “I’d like to share you with that online forum as well, but only if you consent.”

I absolutely love he wants to show me off as his, it makes me far more needy than I already am for him.

The peeling back of the stencil and a soft breeze of air has bumps crawling up my body.

“Do I get to show you off after?” I ask.

“Of course, baby girl. When it’s my turn, you can suck and ride my dick until we are both satisfied.”

Biting my lip, I nod. “I consent.”

He looks at Alan briefly, winks, and then leans forward. “My needy little slut loves to be shown like a prize, doesn’t she?” His hands grab my knees and spreads my legs wide.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Keep them right there,” he commands while leaning back. I do as he says, my heels pressing against my bare ass while my knees are lazily kept outward.

Watching him lean down under the table, he pops something, and the bottom half of the table falls. Just as the tattoo gun buzzes, he is getting down onto his knees and using his hands to spread my pussy lips.

“Look how fucking wet you are,” he croons.

Alan’s hand presses to my shoulder, and I begin to pant.

Ronan’s eyes meet mine as he leans in and swipes his tongue across my throbbing clit. The needle of the gun presses at the same time, right into my skin.

I suck in a deep breath and feel a strange thrill run through me. The burning in my arm as the ink is dragged through my skin and my clit being sucked in between his lips has me shaking.

My head falls back against the headrest, my free hand moves down to his head, grabbing through his short black hair and holding on tight. He shifts his head back and forth while keeping my bud situated between his lips. This man knows how to please me, always has, and it has me in a vice like grip.

His pierced tongue, now with a metal bar, runs the length of my pussy before flicking in a cross like pattern over and over against my clit. Every nerve in my body is alive, and I swear I jerk at one point, but I’m paying mind to keep all of my movement down at my hips.

Even still, my concern for ruining whatever Alan is doing, is unwarranted. He is holding me down, even if I feel like a fish out of water.

“Fuck! Ronan!” At my scream, he groans against me, which vibrates right to my stomach.

Several fingers slip straight into my pussy, and as he curls them to brush against my g-spot, my hips threaten to lift off the table. He uses his free hand to help stabilize me and keep me down.

Then, he pushes his fingers deeper, and I swear I can feel his knuckles also breach inside me. A sensation of fullness takes over me, and my body shivers with it.

For the first time, he releases my clit. “I’m going to tear this out one day…” The tips of his digits hit my back wall, and I gasp. I know he’s searching for the string of my IUD. Black dots splatter across my eyes as I stare at him looking right into my eyes. “And fill you with my cum day in, and day out.”

“P-Please…” I say through short breaths. Just the thought of that has me right at the precipice. We aren’t ready for kids, but the prospect he wants that, has my climax hitting hard. “Oh god, fuck, that’s it!”

His mouth returns to my clit and the moment he pumps his fingers, I’m coming so hard the table begins to shake with me. He moves his face to use his free hand to tap and swipe across my clit as I make a mess over him. Squirting was not something I experienced outside of using Big Bertha and my wand, but he’s found out how to elicit it like it's my moans.