Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

When I can’t take it anymore, I shift off him. I spin on my heels.

Fuck.

My full-length mirror is set up at the wall.

My reflection stares back in her fuck me heels and her impossibly short skirt.

His eyes connect with mine through the mirror.

I look back at Ryan as I unzip my skirt and push it off my hips.

It falls at my feet.

I kick it away.

Then I back myself onto his lap.

I stare at our reflection as I grind against him.

As his hands go to my hips.

I spread my legs wider.

His hand knots in my hair. He pulls my head back until my neck is pressed against his lips.

“Fuck, Leigh.” He nips at my neck. “You’re gonna make me come.”

My sex clenches. I want to make him come. But not yet.

I rock my hips, rubbing my ass against his crotch. I’m in his lap in a thong. He’s naked under his jeans.

But there’s still way too much fabric in the way.

I bring his hands to my chest.

He sucks on my neck, toying with my nipples as I grind against him.

I get lost in our reflection.

My hair falls over my ears.

His locks fall over his face as he sucks on my neck.

He works me with those expert hands.

My thighs are light against his dark jeans.

Watching is too intense. I have to close my eyes. My body hums with electricity. My sex aches. My nipples throb.

I need more.

I need everything.

Still, I grind against him until the song shifts to the next.

This one is heavier, harder.

I take his hands and pin them to the couch.