Romans & histoires Brittney Griner Tattoos

He crouched before her on the ground, sketching a tattoo on her arm after rolling the sleeve of his jacket up. ".nobody will bother you after they've seen this. Honestly, even I am a bit intimidated," Flinn replied. Gravity growled, showing her teeth, and Flinn laughed, ruffling his head. "You're a biker, remember? Not a tiger." "Oh." Gravity giggled. "What do bikers go 'Rrrrr'?" Flinn slapped at a wooden piece of furniture with his fist. "Hey, bartender. Pour me a beer." My lips curled in a smile. I strode onto the scene, waving my finger at him. "Don't corrupt my daughter."

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

I asked as the pressure increased inside me causing me to moan wantonly. “His knot is settling inside you, bite him,” she demanded me. I lifted my head and neared my mark. Sinking my canines I heard Conri howl and felt my insides churning at something coating my insides. My body was tight against his knot and quivering internally caused me to feel intoxicated. Licking my mark I fell back on the pillow panting hard and Conri rested his forehead on my own. My chest started to hurt, confusing me until I glanced down and saw the intricate filigree tattoo that weaved itself across the top of my breasts, down both of my arms, and stopping at my elbows.

Amber whispered while rubbing the back of her hand against the side of her boyfriend’s prickly face. “Yeah, I had to sacrifice my baby girl, and Princess Death Row made me watch this Boneseeker Man kill her,” Carlos said while chuckling and trying to use his chuckling to mask the sorrow in his voice. “My daughter’s name was Brittany. She was my little homegirl. I was separated from her mom and sometimes she’d let me visit my daughter.” Carlos paused and snorted. “One time she visited me in prison. She was wearing ripped jeans and her little hot red crop top. She had a cute figure. My daughter was beautiful, and I loved her. She wanted to get a tattoo on her sixteenth birthday. Her mom was ma

I inwardly murmured to myself. Ethan had a tattoo on his back. Right across his shoulders were medium- sized horizontal wings. They looked a little Goth and almost Greco-Roman in their black inked starkness. I loved the quote underneath the wings. No more yielding but a dream. I saw it in the shower when he turned to get the soap.

“We will be fine. We probably just need the right people in our lives… and get rid of this itch on my back.” I frowned as she hesitated before turning her back to me, wordlessly asking me to scratch her back for her. I couldn’t help but smile as I slowly unzipped her dress, taking in the flawlessness of her back and the tiny tattoo that was there right at the middle of her lower back. It was clearly an infinity sign, with a tiny drawing of the moon on each side of the loops. Extremely identical to the earrings and necklace I gave her. I opened my eyes to ask her when she got a tattoo.

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

Then, I saw him standing by a door to a room, or somewhere. He had taken off his shirt. His upper body appeared bigger. They were tattoos all over his back, his trousers hung low on his waist, dangerously low. I could run my hands through this type of body all day without getting tired. He was receiving a phone call. He was immensely focused. I stood still, waiting for him to finish. His words didn’t make sense at first, until it got to the part where he said: “She doesn’t know a thing. I have it all under control… In the end everything will be mine.” His words made me tremble.

the girl who I assumed was Brielle whispered back giggling. What fuck? I don’t know who these people think they are talking about, but it better not be me. I’m not kissing anyone else besides Delania and she’ll be the only one to know that my tattoo ends just to the left of my cock. Just like I will be the only one to know about the little pink heart inside the outline of a shamrock on her hip bone. Yeah, I saw that last night and it was sexy as hell.

"Drop your hands, Riley. I want to see what's mine." A whimper broke free from her lips. She raised her chin and glared at him, but thrust her hands down to her side, exposing her breasts. She forced herself to watch him as his gaze roved over her pale, full, pink-tipped breasts. She wondered what he thought of the quote tattoo scrawled along her ribcage just under her left breast: "Life ain't always beautiful, but it's a beautiful ride." It was something her dad used to say. She'd gotten the tattoo done shortly after his death.