Brittney Griner Tattoos Novels & Stories

My hips bucked involuntarily, trying to jerk away, but he pressed down harder with his free hand, pinning my thigh to the table. Cristian didn't even look up at first, his face a mask of bored concentration, sweat beading on his forehead under the harsh fluorescent light. The tattoo gun whirred on, dipping into a pot of black ink before plunging back into my skin. “Relax, little bird,” he muttered, his voice low and gravelly, laced with that mocking edge he always had. “I'm just marking my territory. The next bastard who gets his hands on you—or should I say, his cock in you—will know you were mine first. See this? It's my signature, right on your dick. A little reminder that I broke you in.

she muttered. He raised it up to his chest, revealing a tat that looked like Asian writing. “Nice ink,” she breathed out as she sat up a bit more to get the best view of him. “What does it mean?” He shrugged. “Maybe someday I will tell you, bossy girl.” He then lifted the shirt higher. She caught writing on his arms. “Wait…. Keep your arms up. Greer rolled his eyes, but he did it. Under one arm was the inked words Strength & Honor. She gazed at the other. Enlightenment. What an odd thing for a man to have as a tattoo. “Damn…” Her panties just got wet as her breathing picked up.

Just packed his tray and disappeared like smoke. A few minutes later, a new artist appeared—a woman with short pink hair, arms covered in gorgeous inked flowers, and a smile that instantly made me relax. “Hey, sweetheart,” she said warmly. “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you.” I smiled back, some of the tension melting. Grant, however, was still all business. “I already picked the font,” he told her. “Just Daddy’s, italicized. Red ink.” The woman nodded as she started prepping her station. My pulse fluttered in my throat when I realized what the tattoo would say and what it meant.

Tessa says, honestly, that she feels like her crazy pregnancy hormones are making her look like a bitch right now. "My childhood friend has changed," Hardin whispers in a small but still audible whisper to Tessa. "What do you mean?" Tessa knits her eyebrows together as she's confused by Hardin's words. Hardin pulls up the sleeve of his shirt and reveals the scar that Tessa once discussed. Not only that, Hardin also takes off his shirt, revealing the tribal tattoo that runs down his muscles to his shoulder. Right where the whipping scar was visible before, only because Hardin hated it, he tattooed the spot.

Her back is turned to me and her body is hidden behind the glass, but the view from here is still enough to drive any man fucking insane. Any man? I want to strangle the life out of any man that’s ever seen this. The curve of that back. Her round, soft-looking ass. That tiny waist. Jesus Christ. That tattoo. Just when I think Brynn couldn’t possibly get any sexier, I’m proven wrong. She has a tattoo on her spine; tiny writings that I can’t make out, but I imagine staring at them when I fuck her from behind. God, the image that’s starting to form in my head nearly brings me to my climax and I haven’t even touched myself yet.

"I am sorry, Dennis. I don't want to cause trouble for you and Shana. I only show you that Erik also has the same tattoo as me" Dennis was silent for a few seconds trying to calm down and gather his thoughts together. Eventually, he nodded his head and made his way to sit back down. He looked at Bethany expectantly for her to start talking. But instead of talking, Bethany takes his hand and kisses the back of his hand. " Do you want to see my other Tattoo? Same of in at my back, some at my thigh and near my sensitive area. Now, I'm thinking of doing it at Butt"

Jack said, letting go of my hand. I watched as they did the whole “bro” thing. I guess that’s universal? As Christian turned my eyes honed in on a massive … tattoo? It was kind of a silvery marking on his back. Like, his entire back. I wanted to touch it and not just because he was hot. It almost looked like paint. “The Goddess is good, what can I say? Christian this is our mate Grace,” Jack said, as I stuck out my hand. Christian looked at it, confused. He even took a step back as if I had cooties. He just said Jack was lucky, but he won’t come near me? My face immediately fell in offense.

The love of my life. Silvy The day after Goof proposed and claimed me he took me to Tank's tattoo shop to get my mark. Was I nervous? Hell yes. I was nervous about the entire process. Tank, bless the gentle giant, let me bring Ant in with us. Ant was a hit at the shop. I was a little worried the receptionist might not give him back. It took Tank forty five minutes to finish the work on my shoulder. According to Goof that is the least sexy part of my body. Did it burn? Sure. But not as bad as I thought it would be. I wanted to see what it looked like. Tank stood me in front of his mirror. It was amazing. It looked my the Renegades emblem with a motorcycle driving through the middle of it. A

Grace nearly dropped the soap. Scars, large and small, crossed his torso. She'd seen bullet scars before. There were two right next to each other under his left arm. She was so focused on the terrible scars that she barely noticed the black, abstract, curvilinear tattoos on his chest and shoulders. They were fierce, with what looked like stylized talons interwoven with curving, concentric whiplash curves. He was bruised almost black on his right side. More tattoos covered his wrists and elbows in precise, flowing patterns made up of repeating geometric shapes. The burn scar on his left hand was part of a larger burn that marred the tattoo right up to his elbow.

It was true maybe i did have feelings for her. "How ?" I questioned. "Raina means Queen right and you absolutely hate tattoos but you got one of a crown right below you chest on the left side and we all know hearts are on the left side. So since you got that tattoo four years ago, i have been asking myself who does that crown below to. Then today Grayson kept calling Raina, Queen. Bingo and we have a winner ladies and gentlemen." He laughed. "Goodness I can't stand you Brad." I laughed at myself.