Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

I crawl onto the couch, but I don’t get onto my back. I plant on my hands and knees. “Fuck me. Now.”

“Not until I taste your cunt.”

His fingers curl around my thighs. “Ass up.”

I raise my hips. Lower my shoulders.

He holds onto my legs as he brings his mouth to me.

I watch him plant a long, slow lick on my clit.

It’s weird and intoxicating, watching him work me.

Tension builds in my sex as he licks me.

His nails curl into my thighs.

He goes harder. Faster.

“Fuck.” I rock my hips, pressing my sex against him. “Fuck me. I want to come with you. Please.”

“Fuck, Leigh.” He nips at my inner thigh.

My sex aches from emptiness. “Please.”

His groan is low. Heavy.

He pushes himself onto his knees.

His hands go to my hips.

Slowly, he pulls my body onto his.

I stare at our reflection, watching his cock fill my cunt.

He drives into me with deep, steady thrusts.

My tits bounce.

His hand knots in my hair.

The other slides between my legs.

He strokes me as he fucks me.

Pleasure builds quickly. It’s intense watching our bodies join.

A few more thrusts and I’m there.

“Fuck. Ryan.” I squeeze the fabric of the couch, but it does nothing to stave off my orgasm.

With his next thrust, I go over the edge.

My sex pulses as I come.

I groan his name again and again.

Then he’s there.