“Let me in.”
She swings the door open but stays hidden behind it. When I see her, I know why. She’s still naked. And absolutely covered in paint. Like she’d dipped her fingers in it and touched herself all over the place. Her cheeks are flushed. Her hair’s in a messy bun that’s sagging to one side. And she has earbuds in.
“I thought I had a little more time.” Her thighs are clenched as she scissors them together, seeking friction.
It undoes all my control. “You came again?”
“Yes.”
“How many times?”
She pulls her earbuds out. “Including your phone call, four.”
Four? That’s not enough for me. I’m on her in an instant, lifting her up and damn if she doesn’t wrap those luscious thighs around me. I end up pressing her against the window and quickly look out to see if anyone can see us. The alley is abandoned and the building across from us has no windows on this side.
Good. Ara’s for my eyes only.
“My dirty fucking slut needs to come more.”
She squeaks as I drop down to my knees. Shoving my shoulders between her thighs, I prop her up and start to feast. Her back squeaks against the windows when she writhes. Ara’s hot under my touch, her skin damp, and there’s a lot of paint on her. I make her come three more times before I pull back.
Her eyes are glassy, lids at half-mast.
“So damn beautiful.” I go back for more. She can’t get away from me in this position. I have her pinned to the window. My knees dig into the floor as I suck her clit. My zipper is cutting into my rock-hard dick.
“Fuck me,” she says. “Fuck me over there.”
I look behind me and see she’s dumped paint all over the floor.
Setting her down, I strip out of my clothes and pick her up again. I hate not having in her my arms. “Messy, dirty, beautiful girl.”
“I’m such a slut for you,” she says in a little voice.
“Yeah, you are.” I lay her down in the paint. It’s not so much that it’s a puddle, but there’s plenty for me to drag my fingers through and gather enough to smear on her thighs. I write on her: M-I-N-E.
She writes the same across my chest.
Our kisses are frantic when I drive my ready, eager cock inside her. Hooking her legs around my elbows, I lift her up for deeper penetration. She claws the floorboards and cries out.
“No screaming,” I growl. “Your noises are only for me.”
I dive into her as deep as I can. She lets out another scream.
And has the nerve to laugh about it.
“One.” I love her. I love her. I love her. If she’s going to be noisy just for spanks, then I’ll make it so she can’t draw air. I fuck her harder, mercilessly.
My plan is a big fat failure when she screams my name so loud her voice cracks. Her inner walls clamp down on my dick and I can’t stop staring at all her cream covering the base of my cock. That, along with the paint… it’s like Ara’s put her stamp on me.
I fucking love it.
I’m getting it inked on me permanently as soon as possible.
My hips are pistons as I chase my release, giving her another climax while I’m at it. My balls tighten, heat spills down my spine, and I roar. I unload so much inside her that it feels endless. My teeth clack when I tense up, another wave of pleasure crashing into me almost immediately. I can’t stop fucking her. I don’t want to.
“Can’t get enough of you.” I yank her up so she’s straddling me.
My girl’s expression nearly blows me over. She’s wild and excited and I wish I could capture it with a camera to keep it forever. Her nails dig into my shoulders. I bite her shoulder. Her pussy clenches around my dick and I see stars.
We’re like two explosions detonating at the same time.
My heart’s pounding and there’s a ringing in my ears.
“You’re a mess,” she says, once she finally climbs off me. I watch her stumble over to a stack of bar towels by her jars of paint brushes. She comes back over with one of the cloths.
I stop her before she can wipe the paint off. “Wait.”
I get up and dig my phone out of my pants pocket and snap a picture of my inner thigh. Then I take a bunch of her. “It’s just your face,” I say fast. Not that I wouldn’t mind nudes of her, but I wouldn’t take any of those without permission first. “See?” I show her.
“I trust you.”
“Can I have one of you naked?”
She thinks about it for all of two seconds. “Yes.”