Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

Her thighs fight my hands.

Her groans bounce around the room.

Around our room.

I’m eating out my girlfriend on our bed.

It’s everything.

She’s everything.

I pin her harder.

Lick her faster.

A few more flicks of my tongue and she’s there.

“Ryan.” Her nails find my back. Sink into my skin.

She claws at me as she comes on my lips. I can feel her orgasm in the way she pulses. Taste it in the way she gets sweeter. Hear it in the way her groans run together.

“Fuck me. Now,” she demands.

I pull back. Plant a kiss on her pelvis. Push her skirt to her waist as I climb up her body.

Her eyes find mine as I plant my hands outside her shoulders.

She wraps her legs around my hips.

Fuck.

Pleasure floods my senses as my tip strains against her. She feels so fucking good. Warm. Wet. Mine.

It echoes though my thoughts.

Around the room.

Around the entire apartment.

Our apartment.

Our fucking universe.

No teasing today.

I drive into her with a steady stroke.

Her nails sink into my back.

Her other hand finds my hair.

She pulls me into a long, deep kiss.

Lifts her hips to take me deeper.

I sink into her. Claim her mouth. Her cunt. Her soul.

We stay locked like that, moving together, breathing together until she’s there.