Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

She’s almost there.

And, fuck, I need her there. I need her groan. I need her bliss.

She was right. I would move the stars for her. I will. I’ll do whatever the fuck it takes.

I’ll do anything for Leigh.

But, right

now, I need to make her come.

I keep a steady pace, driving two fingers into her slick cunt as I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

“Ryan. Fuck.” Her head tilts to the right. Her eyelids flutter closed.

With the next thrust of my fingers, she comes.

Her cunt pulses around me.

Her groans run together.

Her legs shake against her shorts.

“Please.” Her breath stays heavy with need. “Fuck me.”

I unzip my jeans. Let them fall to my knees. “Come here.” I peel her body off the counter. Hold it against mine.

She groans as her back sinks into my chest.

I move her to the right. Press her against the wall. Toss my t-shirt over my head. “Hands above you.”

Her palms go flat against the wall.

I bring my hands to her hips. Hold her in place as I drive into her with one steady thrust.

Fuck.

She feels good.

Like home.

“Ryan.” She arches her back to drive me deeper.

I wrap my arm around her shoulders. Hold her body against mine as I pin her to the wall.

She cushions her head with her arms. Turns toward me. “Kiss me.”

I do.

She sucks on my top lip.

I scrape my teeth against her bottom lip.

My tongue slides into her mouth. Dances with hers.

I kiss her hard and deep. Claim her mouth as I’m claiming her cunt.

She pulls back with a sigh. Turns to the wall. “Fuck me.”