Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

My cock begs me to move faster. To tear her clothes off and dive inside her.

Soon.

Very fucking soon.

Slowly, I roll her panties over her ass and down her thighs.

“Ryan.” She leans onto the counter, bringing her ass into the air. “Please.”

“Please what, baby?”

“Touch me.”

“Yeah?” I brush the back of my hand against her cunt.

She’s wet and she smells so fucking good. It takes everything I have to keep my pace.

She needs to stay on the edge.

I need to stay the center of her universe.

We need to be here—this beautiful place where everything makes sense.

We fit together. Belong together.

I don’t have words for it.

But I do have this.

I tease her with one finger.

She lets out a heavy sigh.

Two.

“Ryan.”

Three.

“Fuck.”

I do it again. Again. Again.

With one hard motion, I slide two fingers inside her.

She arches her hips, driving her cunt over my fingers.

Her legs strain against her shorts. She stumbles.

I catch her. Wrap my arm around her waist to hold her in place.

She straightens herself. Presses her palms into the counter to keep her balance.

I bring my free hand to her chest. Toy with her nipple as I fuck her with my fingers.

Her breath hitches in her throat.

Her fingers dig into the counter.