Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

He fills me with long, slow thrusts.

I arch my back to meet him. I claw at his skin. Nip at his shoulder. His neck. His ear.

He groans as my lips close around his earlobe.

His head turns to the other side. His nails sink into my skin.

I suck on his lobe until his groans fill the room.

He wraps an arm around my waist. Guides my body over his as he fill me with hard thrusts.

Pleasure pools in my sex.

My body buzzes. I need to come, yeah, but I need his bliss more. I need his everything.

My nails dig into his skin. I try to fight my orgasm, but I can’t. It feels too good.

“Fuck. Ryan. Don’t stop.” I let go of my breath.

My hips move of their own accord. They drive him deeper again and again and again—

There.

I groan his name as I come. The world goes white, nothing but pure, blinding light.

Then he’s there, groaning my name into my neck. His cock pulses as he comes. He thrusts through his orgasm, spilling inside me.

When he’s finished, he wraps his arms around me.

I collapse against his chest.

Slowly, my thoughts find their way into my brain.

But my head is still blinking Ryan Ryan Ryan.

I still need every fucking drop of him.

Chapter 32

Ryan

The sun falls over the tiny apartment.

The breeze blows between the windows. It ruffles her hair. Raises goose bumps on her skin.

She rolls onto her back. Stretches her arms over her head as she stirs.

Her eyes blink open. Fix on mine. “You were watching me sleep.”

“A little.”

“How creepy.”

“I prefer romantic.”

Her lips curl into a smile. “You would.”

“You never watch me?”