Page 181 of Ruin Me Gently

“Make yourself feel good for me,” I coaxed.

The sounds alone were about to send me over the edge—the muffled moans slipping through her throat. The obscene, wet noise of her fucking her fingers into herself.

“Brava ragazza,” I groaned.

Her movements became more frantic as she fucked herself faster and took me harder, deeper.

“Now give them to me,” I rasped, my control hanging on by less than a thread.

She pulled them out, slick and dripping, then lifted them to me.

I caught her wrist, guiding her fingers to my lips, and sucked them into my mouth. I swirled my tongue across the pads, tasting her, consuming her.

She tasted way too good. Too delicious, too intoxicating,too much.

I pulled my cock from her mouth, every nerve in my body screaming at the loss.

I didn’t care.

I lifted her back onto the desk and crashed my mouth to hers, swallowing her whimper as I kissed her deep, tasting myself on her tongue. Her fingers twisted in my shirt as she wrapped her legs around me, thighs squeezing around my hips.

I was so fucking close that if I moved just right, I could sink inside her, feel the tight, wet grip of her around me, pulling me in, letting me take everything I’d been aching for.

Forcing myself to pull back, I slid my hands down her legs, fingers pressing into soft flesh as I wrenched her knees apart, spreading her wider for me.

I dropped to my knees and pressed a slow, teasing kiss to the inside of her calf, breathing her in. “It’s my turn now. Lay back for me.”

She did, slowly reclining onto the desk.

I licked up her thigh, savouring the way her body trembled beneath my mouth before I dragged my tongue from her entrance to her clit, groaning at how damn wet she was.

I did it again. And again. Licking. Sucking. Drinking her down.

Her back arched slightly. “Oh—Silas—”

I buried my face deeper into her pussy. My cock throbbed, pre-come spilling from me.

No. No fucking way.

No way was this woman making me come twice without being touched.

She tasted so damn good. So good I never wanted to stop. She was close, I could tell from the way her thighs started to tremble, from the soft, breathy whimpers that had turned into full-on moans, from the way her hands gripped the edge of the desk like she was holding on for dear life.

“I want you to come too,” she panted.

My cock throbbed at her words, and I groaned against her pussy, refusing to stop, even as she reached down, threading her fingers through my hair.

“Touch yourself for me.”

Fuck.

I swallowed hard, tongue still stroking her clit as I slid one hand down my stomach, wrapping it around my cock.

“Just like that,” she whispered, hips shifting slightly as she held me there.

My fist worked over my cock, squeezing tight and sliding smoother with every stroke. I was losing my mind. My skin was hot and fevered, thighs flexing, cock twitching with every flick of my tongue against her clit.

“Grip yourself harder.”

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