Lyon
Chapter 52

“You two ready?”

“Yeah sis let’s do it.”

“Kat you sure about this, this is permanent you know and in a very personal place.” I started to tear her a new one since we’d been through this shit a thousand times already but my girl beat me to it.

“I’m very sure Stace I can’t wait to have it done.” I took her hand again as she laid-back so my sister could do her thing.

Stacy kept up a running conversation about nothing in particular to keep Angel’s mind off of the little pain she was inflicting in order to stamp my name and ownership on her body.

I kept one hand in hers while playing with her hair with the other; my eyes on the needle as it moved in short meticulous progress across her flesh.

Three hours later we were done and my baby was sporting a brand-new tattoo right across her Mons; it said simply Colton Lyon’s on top with a butterfly that covered both labia majora in the same color scheme as her angel wings.

With the clit piercing in the middle it was f*****g hot and my mouth watered at the sight of it. Stacy gave her a mirror to look at it and she blushed beet red before turning to me questioningly.

“It’s beautiful baby I love it.” Of course I kissed the f**k out of her because I couldn’t help myself. “I’m next but first…” I used Stacy’s piercing gun to pierce her belly button, which was a snap.

“That’s it for you for now give your body a rest; we’ll start work on my side in a few weeks. She seemed fascinated by the hanging diamond angel that swung at the end of her belly button.

“Don’t play with that baby give it time to heal yeah.” She was all smiles as we left; I reclined her seat so she could lay flat and not put pressure on her new tattoos and took her home and put her to bed.

She had a tendency of getting a fever after each tattoo for some strange reason so I gave her some medicine before I tucked her in.

While she slept I caught up on some things; like the third fucker who is now replaceing life difficult in solitary after losing a couple teeth and the use of an arm for a while. I’m thinking I’d let them rest for a little while before f*****g their shit up again; spread it out a little you know so no one grew suspicious.

I fiddled around with some design ideas for a ring for her and fielded a call from my mother who couldn’t help sticking her nose in my business.

I got a call around eleven about a Rossetti sighting; seems he’s been hiding out a few towns over with friends but felt brave enough to return to my city. I’ll deal with him in the morning; Angel has this weird radar thing going on where I’m concerned, she’d know as soon as I left the house and there’d be a million questions when I got back.

It was weird but my girl worried about me for some strange reason; like she thought I’d come to harm if she wasn’t around but she didn’t like me worrying about her, go figure.

Apart from outside drama we were going strong and I meant to see we stayed that way. I planned on dealing with this Rossetti shit once and for all, I had no time for over indulged pompous assholes who thought the world revolved around them and everyone was supposed to bow down to them. I especially didn’t feel like taking it easy on his a*s after he approached my woman.

I climbed into bed with Kat a lot later and drew her carefully into my arms, she felt a lot cooler to my touch so I could rest easy.

***

In the morning she wasn’t suffering any lingering effects when I had her sitting on my lap at breakfast. “Stop that shit baby.”

“What? I’m not doing anything.” Yeah she was trying to play the innocent role but I was so not falling for that shit.

“Stop grinding on my c**k; if my boy goes anywhere near your p***y right now you’ll walk crooked for a week.” Of course I got the eye roll but I let it pass this time. I know how ornery my angel can get when d**k was in short supply.

“It’s not gonna be that long this time babe just until it heals a little; can’t get it all sweaty and wet that’s no good but it’s pretty let me see.” She was only too happy to open her robe and show me her pretty p***y. Who the f**k was I kidding there’s no way.

“Hop on up here babe.”

“Wheeeee.” She clapped her hands, dropped her robe and hopped up on the table in front of me. I took my time enjoying the sight laid out before me; the butterfly’s wings were spread on either side of her labia from top to bottom.

The outer edges were the same blue as her angel’s wings with an outer ring of black with silver dots going down both sides. The eyes on the end of the antenna were right above her pierced clit, truly a beautiful work of art but not nearly as beautiful as the p***y it adorned.

I opened the lips of her tattooed p***y, the eyes and antenna of the butterfly winking at me as I pushed my thumb inside her wetness.

“Ummm.” She arched her back and pushed herself down farther on my finger searching for more.

“Please sir….”

“Tell me Angel.”

“F**k me, please.” She pulled on her nipples as she writhed in heat.

I used the ring in my c**k to tease her p***y, rubbing it back and forth as she juiced all over me. I dipped just the first three inches inside before pulling back out and starting all over again. She tried to suck me in with her p***y but I just teased her until she was begging me to f**k her.

“Hold your legs up and open baby, if I touch your tattoo it’ll hurt like f**k.” When she caught her knees in her hands I went deep and gave her what she wanted. There was no finesse just balls deep f*****g that left us both winded and spent with big a*s smiles on our faces. “F**k that was good.”