Evans“Is that a tattoo? Is that a tattoo of my name?” “Yes,” I had done it when after a drunken night at the bar and I don't regret getting under the ink for her. Her name was written in bold letters; on my torso. She traced the A, the M and slowly she traced the other letters that formed her name, Amelia. The look on her face was confusing though, didn't she like it? fuck.This is confusing.Say you like it, Princess.“Why? Why did you—”“I wanted everyone that sees it to know that I'm yours and I belong to only you.” Entering the tattoo bar was fucking worth it then. “I…I like it.” The side of her lips curves up to a smile. “You do? What else do you like, Princess?” Say my big dick. “I like…no, I love that you got my name tattooed on your body. That way, no one can have you except me.” Jesus. The things this girl says. “Hmmm. Well, I am yours. For now; you aren't mine but I promise you, Princess, you will be soon.” I kissed her hair. I've always loved her hair. They wer
Read more