Page 117 of Ruin Me Gently

“Please. More. Please,” she begged.

I gasped,barely holding myself together as I pushed in a third finger. She was so tight, so wet, so full.

“Oh,cazzo—do you like that?” I groaned as her pussy gripped my fingers like she never wanted to let go.

A breathless sob was all she managed, her body shaking, her gasps breaking apart into soft, little cries.

I couldn’t take it.

I crashed my mouth against hers, swallowing those sweet, ruined moans. Drinking them down, letting us taste every bit of each other’s desperation.

Her fingers twisted into my hair, yanking, and I sobbed, my whole body jerking as white-hot pleasure shot down my spine.

“You’re so… fucking… good… at that,” she moaned between kisses, voice dripping with praise.

My cock was unbearably hard, aching and leaking, desperate for relief. I wanted to sink into her, feel every inch of her wrapped around me. I wanted her to keep saying those words, keep praising me, telling me I was good. Telling me I washers.

“More,” she pleaded breathlessly.

I shuddered, whole body trembling as my fingers kept thrusting inside her, already buried deep, stretching her wide. But she wanted more.Neededmore.

I pushed in a fourth finger. Her pussy clenched down so hard my vision blurred, my cock kicking untouched, every muscle in my body locking up as need consumed me.

I was drowning.Dying.

It wasn’t just my cock aching—it was everything.The burn curled low in my stomach, the unbearable tightness twisting deep inside me, heat roaring through every inch of my body until I thought I might explode.

I was fucking her open with four fingers, watching her take everything I gave her—watching herletme give it to her, while I gave myself nothing.

My cock throbbed, pulsing, completely untouched, aching with every sharp thrust of my fingers inside her.

I needed more. Neededher.

Desperation twisted through me, my hips moving on their own, thrusting into empty space, chasing friction that wasn’t there.

She writhed beneath me, her body reacting to every touch, every movement, every single thing I did to her.

And I couldn’t stop.

Couldn’t stop thrusting into her, couldn’t stoptakingeverything she gave me, everything she let me have.

I pressed my thumb to her clit, rolling against it, matching the slap of my fingers pounding into her.

The soundfilled the air, echoing, obscene and merciless, swallowed only by our ragged moans and the thick, suffocating silence of the bookstore.

“Cazzo, sei così dannatamente bella,” I groaned, voice breaking apart in my throat.

And fuck—fuck—fuck—

I was going to come.

No, not like this—how—what?

The pressure was blinding. I felt it everywhere. Deep in my cock, curling hot in my stomach, locking up every muscle, crawling up my spine in sharp, electric pulses. It was taking me apart, second by second, dragging me closer.

And she wasn’t even touching me.

“Lilith, I—” My voice cracked, barely human.

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