Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

Alive.

He pulls back to nip at my thigh. “So much better than I imagined.”

“Ryan—”

“Come here.” He drags his lips up my thigh. My pelvis. My stomach. His hands go to my hips.

I tug his t-shirt over his head.

He unbuckles his belt, unzips his jeans, pushes the damn things off his hips.

And there’s Ryan. All of him. And it’s mine.

I wrap my hand around his cock. Bring my lips to his.

He tastes like me. There’s something intoxicating about it. I need more of him. All of him.

My thumb brushes his tip.

He groans against my mouth.

“Leg’s around me.” His fingers dig into my hips.

I hold onto his shoulders for balance as I wrap my legs around his waist.

He guides me into position, tilting my pelvis until my sex brushes his cock.

Fuck.

He teases me with his tip.

Again.

Again.

Again.

There—

Once inch at a time, he fills me.

I arch my hips to take him deeper.

My nails dig into his skin.

He brings his hand to my ass to guide my body over his.

I stare into his eyes as he drives into me.

He stares back.

The intimacy is almost too much to take. But it’s not. It’s Ryan.

He holds me in place as he shifts his hips. He pulls back, until I’ve only got his tip, then he thrusts into me full force.

His eyelids press together.

His nails dig into my skin.