I Can Be Your Bad Boy

Tattoos

JUSTIN'S POV: 

Nothing feels better than make-up sex. 

McKayshla and I did three rounds. 

Those three rounds were the best rounds in my entire life. 

These were rough, careless, hot, sexy, steamy, and aggressive. 

Something me and McKayshla haven't done in our relationship. 

I even got some head. 

Finally. 

For someone who started off as the virgin in this relationship, she's pretty good in the sheets. 

Classy in the streets and a freak in the sheets. 

I like that about her. 

She took control in the 2nd round, I took control in the 1st, then we kinda combined our strength in the last one. 

Right now our moist bodies were pressed against one another in each other's embrace. 

She was drawing imaginary shapes against my chest. 

I kissed her against her forehead and ran my hand through the top of her hair. 

It was silent for a little. 

"What does this tattoo mean?" she spoke up. 

I backed out of her embrace. 

"Which one?" I asked. 

"The roman numerals." she said pointing to it. 

"It's my mom's birthday." I answered. 

She nodded and took my right arm. 

"What's this one?" she asked pointing to the tattoo.

"It means music in chinese." I explained. 

"It looks like a toaster." she giggled. 

I giggled. "I thought it looked like a TV." 

She laughed. 

I chuckled. 

"Why do you have a big ass eye on your forearm?" She questions transitioning her gaze over to my other arm with a half sleeve filled with tats. 

"I went to the tattoo parlor in New York and I wanted an eye. It represents my mom, like I know that she's always there and that she's always gonna be with me throughout my career and stuff." I explained. 

"So many people throughout the media thought you were in the illuminati." she said. 

I groaned. "I am not in the illuminati nor will I ever be. I'm a Christian." I said proudly.

She bursts out into laughter. 

"What's so funny?" I asked with confusion. 

"I've never heard you say you were a Christian before and the way you just said it was funny." she giggled. 

I pouted. 

"Oh, lighten up babe." she smacked my chest playfully. 

I kept my pout face on. 

"You're so cute." she said pinching my cheeks playfully. 

I scrunched up my face. 

She chuckled. "If it makes you feel any better, I don't think you're in that dumb illuminati shit." 

"Good, 'cause I'm not." I said and gave her a peck. 

"Good, 'cause I would've dumped your ass." she smirked.