Lacquered Tattoo

UPDATE and SNEAK PEEK

Hi, everybody!

I hope everyone is doing well   I would like to apologize for not updating here often, I know it's been a while and here's the reason why. This update is to let you know that I have decided to update all of my stories on a different platform from now on. They're free, you don't have to pay or unlock the chapters using coins or vouchers or whatever, so it's less of a hassle from the readers

"Lacquered Tattoo" is now published on  I N K I T T  and  w***********d  along with my other WIPs. I'm not sure if I would continue to write here, though, so just a head's up. It's honestly so much better and easier to publish on. I N K I T T  and  w***********d.  It could get confusing having to update on multiple platforms so I just chose the best ones out there where readers can read stories free of charge Please check out my stories there, if you like.

Thank you all for reading this story and sorry to leave you all hanging over here If you want to continue reading the story, please check out the links below:

I N K I T T: https://www.inkitt.com/amareedes

W A T T P A D: https://www.wattpad.com/user/AmaReedes

Have a nice day, everybody and stay safe

Yours,

Ama ❤️

AND NOW HERE'S A SNEAK PEEK OF THE LATEST CHAPTER OF "LACQUERED TATTOO" PUBLISHED ONLY ON  I N K I T T  AND  w***********d.

A little ways down the road…

 I’m panting so hard it should be embarrassing but I was given no time to think too hard about what I must be looking right now because not too long after my orgasm, I’m yet again being stimulated relentlessly.

There’s one word to describe him.

Relentless.

I’ve tried begging before, wasn’t sure I could take any more of the continuous attack of pleasure I was bombarded with, to no avail. I’m more than certain that I’d be treated the same right now.

“Please,” I moan desperately.

His fingers are still pumping in and out of me, all the while his thumb rubs lazy circles on my little bundle of nerves.

An assault disguised as an act of mercy.

The lips that suck on my n*****s have latched on to my neck, biting and licking and kissing along the length of it before covering my mouth, sealing my cries of pleas.

There’s no stopping the sounds coming from deep within my throat and he is swallowing them all, his grunts coaxing me even more.

He hit a particular spot inside me as he makes a come-hither motion and I explode.

Nails digging on his shoulders, mouth open in a cry of ecstasy. My body is shaking from a much stronger orgasm than the previous one and my vision is filled with bursting stars.

He holds me firmly with one arm around my waist, his other palm petting my mound soothingly as if it would tame the violent quaking of my inside walls.

My face is peppered with small feathery kisses in contrast to the hardness of the stubble rubbing my skin. It only had been moments and I am just slowly coming down from my high when a spark is already building up in my core once again.

Fluttering my eyelids open, I try to focus on the soft gaze of the man whom I gave my everything to. His eyes are watching me tenderly it’s hard to imagine they are the same ones that could burn me with a single intense stare.

He nudges his nose on mine, a cocky grin pasted on his lips. “Welcome back, sweetheart,” he teases.

Adjusting himself on top of me, he gently pries my thighs wider, not quite dropping his weight on my body just yet. He hovers, sliding his hot hardness along my slickness ever so slowly. He’s playing with my hair, forearms propped on either side of my face.

“You okay?”

I would like to give him the tightest hug with the way he lovingly makes sure I feel alright.

Grazing my fingers up and down his waist, I nod. “Yeah.”

My voice is hoarse, thick with afterglow lust. I’m sure my eyes are showing the same need. Three earth-shattering orgasms later and I still wanted more. More of his touches. More of his body. More of him.

He grabs my head, twining his fingers deep in my hair, and gives me a hard kiss. His teeth pulls at my bottom lip before he releases my mouth completely.

That heat in his eyes that always does me in is back, igniting another desperate whine from me. And he knows, my god, he knows. There is no denying he is a master at puppeteering my body like he owns it because truth of the matter is he does own it.

He owns me.

He tugs at my hair and my parted lips touches his. I try to reach out for him but he doesn’t let me.

Delayed gratification.

“Good,” he rasped, lowering his hips. “Because it’s my turn,” he tells me as he plunges his c**k hard in one swift motion deep inside of me, staring into my eyes as if he’s staring at my soul, burrowing his way as well deep inside my heart.