Tattoos & Tears (Complete Collection)

by Amiee Louise

"Can you guess what this is, angel?"

  I nod. "A vibrator?"

  He chuckles softly.

  "Gold star, angel."

  The buzzing continues as he presses the head of the vibrator against my throbbing swollen clitoris. I buck my hips and gasp at the contact.

  "Sam, oh, God! Fuck!"

  He increases the vibration.

  "Does that feel good, angel?"

  I moan loudly, as he expertly pushes the vibrator inside me.

  "God, it feels so good, Sam, so fucking good," I pant.

  "I'm going to fuck you deep and hard first then I'm going to make slow, sweet love to you."

  I writhe as his finger circles my engorged clit, whilst expertly and rhythmically using the vibrator. I moan loudly as I feel my orgasm rising.

  "That's it, angel, come for me."

  He increases the vibration a third time and increases his slow circles on my clit. I am desperate and panting for my release.

  "Come for me, Peyton," he commands, and that's all it takes to tip me over the edge of orgasmic oblivion. My orgasm detonates, and all I see behind my makeshift blindfold is stars. I find my release screaming Sam's name.

  "Oh, fuck. Sam. Oh, god. Oh, god. Sam. Sam."

  He pulls out the vibrator, and little aftershocks cause me to moan softly, as my orgasm dissipates. He leans close to me and plants a passionate kiss on my lips.

  "Mmm, I don't think the neighbours quite know my name just yet, angel. Ready for round two?"

  I chuckle softly at his eagerness.

  "I think it's your turn, Mr. Newbolt. Let me take care of you; I want to suck that beautiful cock of yours dry," I say, attempting to sound seductive. He takes off the blindfold and unfastens the belt, freeing my hands and restoring my sight.

  "Hey, beautiful."

  "Hey, handsome."

  I kneel in front of him and grasp his painfully hard cock in my hand. I stroke him gently at first and then take him in my mouth. I will never get used to the size of him; he is huge, in girth and in length.

  "Get those gorgeous lips around my cock and suck me, angel, show me how much you want me."

  I wrap my lips around the tip and sink down until he hits the back of my throat.

  "Oh, fuck, your mouth feels amazing, take me deeper, angel, take all of me."

  I open my throat and take all of him in my mouth, creating a rhythm. Up down, up down, I cup his testicles in my hand and gently massage them. Sam growls.

  "God, you feel so fucking good."

  I use my tongue slowly swirling around his bell-shaped head, my rhythm increasing as I push him closer to his release.

  "Jesus! Fuck, Peyton! I'm so close, I'm close, baby."

  I feel his cock throb in my throat, and I increase my relentless rhythm, massaging his heavy sacs at the same time and his hot salty semen coats inside my mouth.

  He cries out as I swallow every drop of his orgasm. He collapses to his knees and gathers me in his lap. He kisses me on the lips, tasting himself on me. He deepens the kiss and lays me back down on the rug.

  "Round three, angel."

  We both chuckle softly.

  "I'm going to fuck you fast, hard, deep, and raw. Angel."

  I feel the familiar desire pool between my legs.

  "Bend over for me, angel; show me that gorgeous arse."

  I bend over with my arse in the air and lean down on my elbows.

  "Look how fucking perfect you are."

  He grabs the scarf and ties it over my eyes, so I am temporarily without sight again.

  "I'm going to make you scream, you'll be so delirious with pleasure you'll be begging me to stop," he rasps, and I wriggle my arse against his muscular thigh. He slaps my bum hard, and after the initial sting, I feel an intense pleasure wash over me.

  "Mmmm, Sam."

  He palms my bum cheek.

  "Do you like that angel? Do you like being spanked?"

  He slaps my bum sharply again, and I cry out. This is different from what I have experienced sexually with Sam, and I am so turned on by the dominant side of him.

  "Oh, God, Sam!"

  He soothes the slap with a gentle rub from his hand. A moment later, I hear a squelching sound, and I feel his finger against my puckered back entrance.

  "You need to trust me, angel, I'll make you feel so good, I promise."

  I feel a cool liquid being squirted on my back entrance, Sam's fingers gently rub and probe.

  "Relax, angel, I've got you," he soothes as his finger pushes past the tight knot of muscle. I gasp at the initial invasion, but once I get past the sting, I relax against him.

  "Good girl. I'm going to fuck you with the vibrator, and I'm going to fuck your pussy at the same time."

  I push against his finger, desperate for him to move. He introduces a second finger, stretching me to accommodate the vibrator. He moves his fingers deftly in and out and an intense pleasure pools deep inside my anus. I hear him lubricate the vibrator and he removes his fingers. He soon replaces his fingers and pushes the vibrator deep in my anus.

  “Push back against me angel, that’s it. Just relax,” he soothes. He suddenly rears forward and impales my dripping pussy with his hard cock. He slams forward and moves the vibrator in the same rhythm as his cock. I feel deliciously filled in both holes, and I scream.

  He rams his cock deep in my pussy and my arse at the same time.

  "That's it, angel, feel me, feel how deep I am, feel me fucking you in both of your delicious holes."

  He rears forward again, and I can feel him hitting my cervix with each deep thrust. He continues to move the vibrator at the same pace.

  “Fuck, you feel so good, angel, so fucking good,” he pants. His thrusts increase, and I scream.

  “Sam. Sam. Sam.”

  He slams forward again.

  “That’s it, angel, let those neighbours know my name, let them fucking know who you belong to,” he grunts.

  His pace becomes forceful and relentless as if he is marking me as his. He growls with each deep thrust and with each intense drive he guides me further up the rug and I wriggle against him, desperate to find my release.

  “Give it to me, angel, let it go.” He encourages and grabs my hips slamming me back onto his steel erection. I feel deliciously full of his cock and the vibrator. “Oh, God. Peyton. I’m so close.”

  He thrusts forward, and that’s all it takes to tip us both over the edge. I let out a scream, and I explode around his throbbing shaft. My orgasm is so overwhelming, and I feel like I’m not going to stop coming.

  “Sam. Sam. Oh, fuck, Sam. Oh, Jesus, Sam. Fuck, Sam,” I scream, and Sam growls his release as he lets loose his seed deep within my cervix.

  “Peyton! Oh, Christ, fuck, Peyton! Oh, Jesus, I can’t stop.”

  Both of our orgasms last longer than usual, and I feel like the whole room is spinning. My whole body feels like it is made of jelly and Sam lets out a laboured breath as his orgasm dispels.

  “Fuck, that was intense, angel.”

  He wraps his arms around my waist and lays me gently down on the rug. He lies down next to me and tucks me under his arm, pulling me closer to him until my head is on his chest. I feel his thundering heartbeat under my cheek, and he kisses me on the top of my head.

  “I don’t think the neighbours are going to forget my name in a hurry!” He jokes and we both laugh. There is a loud bang on the door, interrupting our moment.

  “Are we going to get an encore?” Brody shouts.

  “Fuck off!” Sam throws his boot against the door, and I hear Brody laugh.

  “Can I join in?”

  Sam gets up and pads across the room naked. I take the opportunity to ogle his perfect pert arse, and I suddenly have an idea. I get to my feet and walk over to the bed.

  “Baby,” I purr, and he spins around before he gets to the door.

  “You’re lucky the missus is begging for round four or I will come out there and fucking kick your arse.”

  Brody chuckles, an
d I hear his footsteps across the landing.

  “God, you’re so beautiful.”

  Sam stalks towards me, and I stop him by placing my hand on the middle of his chest, feeling his muscles flex underneath my fingers.

  “Let me take control, baby,” I whisper and Sam growls, holding his hands out to the side.

  “I’m all yours, angel.”

  “Lie down in the middle of the bed.”

  He does as I ask and lies down in the middle of the bed. He looks perfect lying there anticipating my next move. I climb onto the bed and settle between his muscular legs. I kiss a trail from his neck and gently suck his nipples. I blow cool air, and he shivers.

  “Jesus, that feels good.”

  I run my fingernails down his chest and down the ridges of his six-pack. I feel his erection grow with every touch. I lick my way down his torso and kiss the inside of his thigh down his leg and back up the other side. He writhes beneath me, and I am enjoying being in control. I settle back between his legs and take his cock in my hand. I stroke him gently and I see him struggling with his self-control with every caress.

  “Fuck, you feel so good angel, so good.”

  I straddle his narrow hips and guide his hardness into my dripping wet opening and sink down onto him. He gasps as I take his length inside me.

  “Oh, Jesus, your pussy feels like velvet.”

  I lift myself up and sink back down, creating a slow, steady rhythm.

  “That’s it, angel, ride my cock,” he says breathlessly, and I maintain a slow pace, balancing our carnal animalistic fucking with sensual leisurely lovemaking.

  “Sam,” I moan softly.

  “Angel, I love you.”

  His hands find my hips, and he rocks me up and down on him.

  “I love you, Sam, so much.”

  I lean down until our faces are inches apart; his heart is pounding a frantic tattoo as I press my breasts against his chest. I press my lips to his and kiss him sensually. Our tongues colliding and probing each other. I am filled with a pure desperate need for this man. He wraps his strong arms around me, and I ride him. I quicken my pace, and I am panting softly in his ear.

  “Sam.”

  He pulls me closer to him as if he wants to climb inside me.

  “I know, angel, I feel it too, I’ve got you.”

  He runs his hands up and down my spine, as I continue to ride him.

  “Come for me, baby,” I whisper, and he pushes his cock deeper inside me.

  With one last thrust, I feel my orgasm burst through me. A few seconds later, Sam finds his release and fills me with his hot seed, shouting my name and telling me how much he loves me. At that moment I feel so much love for this man it brings tears to my eyes. I bury my head in his neck.

  “Hey,” he whispers. “Hey, look at me, angel.”

  I shake my head, suddenly overwhelmed by the depth of feeling, which consumes every part of my very being. He lifts me off him and sits up. He pulls me into his lap and strokes my back.

  “What’s with the tears? You’ll give me a complex!”

  Sam chuckles and the feelings that I have held in come bursting out like a dam overflowing. The tears flow freely, and he rocks me gently.

  “Talk to me, angel.” He tips my chin up, and I look up at him. “You shred me when you cry, I can’t stand it, angel.”

  His voice sounds pained.

  “I’m so happy, Sam; I love you so, so much. You consume my every thought, I need you more than my next breath. I’m addicted to you, and I can’t imagine my life without you in it. You’re everything to me, you complete me. I love you,” I say in a rush, and he swallows.

  “I love you more than life itself, angel; I need you more than I need my next breath too. I love you so much sometimes it scares the shit out of me. You’re so beautiful, don’t ever leave me,” he chokes out, and we sit like that for a while, listening to each other breathe. Content just to sit in silent contemplation, as lovers and as soul mates.

  A few hours pass, and it is almost time to go to the gig. Sam is dressed in his full stage costume, complete with stage make-up. I admire my engagement ring, and I can’t help the ear-splitting grin that spreads across my face. Sam watches me from across the room and chuckles softly.

  “God, that smile melts me every time, angel, you’re so beautiful.”

  He pulls me out to the balcony. The sun is just setting, and it is breath-taking. The orange and pink hues on the horizon make it look like a postcard. My back to his hard chest, Sam wraps his arms around my waist and settles his hands on my stomach.

  “This is the best day of my life so far, angel, you agreeing to be my wife, you carrying our child. I am so happy right now, I could shout from the fucking rooftops. Today is the first day of the rest of our lives.”

  We both laugh, and someone clears their throat behind us.

  “Just give us a sec.” Sam spins me around and presses his lips to mine. “Remember this moment always, angel.”

  He pulls away, and we walk back inside.

  “The car’s downstairs, Sam,” J.D says, and Sam nods curtly. I suddenly realise I have forgotten my bag and my phone.

  “I’ll catch you up, baby; I need to grab my bag.”

  He smiles his dazzling smile. “Hurry, angel, I need my good luck charm.”

  He winks and leaves the room. I grab my phone and my bag, as I go to leave the room, J.D. grabs my arm so roughly I know there is going to be a bruise. He leans in so close I can smell the stench of alcohol on his breath.

  “This ain’t Mills and Boon with guitars, sweetheart. Girls like you don’t get happy endings, pregnant or not.” He sneers, and the cold tone of his voice makes me shudder. “Remember that, sweetheart.”

  He winks and lets go of me. There is something off about him. and I can’t quite put my finger on it, just his sheer presence unnerves me. I push that thought to the back of my head and go downstairs to join the rest of the boys. For the first time in my life, I am so happy, and this moment is the first day of the rest of my happy ever after with Sam.

  17

  Sam

  I am on stage staring off at the sea of fans that have turned out for our gig. Our American fans are the craziest of all our fans. Their dedication humbles me every time we come out here to perform. I look over to the front row where my girl should be, and I lose myself in my thoughts:

  I am on stage performing in front of over twelve thousand fans tonight in Las Vegas at the Mandalay Bay Events Centre, I see only her. She is in the spot where she always is at our gigs. Front row centre, where I can see her easily and clearly. She has become my good luck charm and my sole reason to get up on stage. Our eyes lock, and she smiles holding up a piece of paper. Our marriage license. I can’t hold back the shit-eating grin that’s plastered across my face. In less than twenty-four hours, she will be my wife. She will be Mrs. Peyton Newbolt. My wife, my whole world, my life, the mother of my unborn child, my Peyton. To me, she is beauty personified, and I can’t quite believe I’m going to spend the rest of my life with this amazing woman.

  I want to make my way through the crowd and perform to her, only her. I want to look into her beautiful blue eyes and make her feel just an ounce of what I feel for her in the lyrics of our songs. I need to hold her in my arms, I need to feel her skin on mine, I need to feel the softness of her lips, and I need to feel the warmth of her body pressed against me. I need to remind myself that this is real, that this isn’t a dream, it’s actually happening. I am no longer the shell of a man I once was. For the first time in my life, I am finally whole. I’m complete, and it feels so fucking good.

  I am at the front of the stage singing My Dark Passenger, one of our heavier rock hits. As the lyrics wash over me, I totally lose myself in the music. This is my time to shine...

  I am jolted back to the present by Lucas’ pounding drum beat, and I look over to the front row where my Peyton should be. But she isn’t there; she didn’t make it to the gig, and I’m on edge. This shou
ld be the happiest day of my life, and I should be giving this performance everything I have, but my heart isn’t in it. My heart constricts as I gaze over at the empty spot where she should be.

  Come on, Newbolt, get it together, the fans have paid good money to see you perform. I take a breath and lose myself in the music, trying to ignore the huge Peyton-shaped hole in my chest.

  “Good evening, Las Vegas! We’re Rancid Vengeance, how are you crazy ass motherfuckers doing tonight? Are we going to fucking rock? Hell yeah, let’s do this shit!” I say in my signature growl and plaster a smile across my face.