Page 182 of Ruin Me Gently

I obeyed instantly, tightening my fist, dragging my palm down my cock in slow pulls. White-hot pleasure zapped through my veins, making my breath stutter, my hips buck into my touch.

“Do you like that? Touching yourself while you eat my pussy?”

I whimpered into her, body tensing, cock twitching at her words. The edge was right there. I was getting so fucking close. Too fucking close. I forced myself to stop, to pause, to hold back.

The ache in my stomach clenched so hard I nearly folded over, groaning against her pussy as I fought it.

Not yet. Not yet.

“No,” she scolded, tugging my hair. “Don’t stop.”

My whole body shuddered, mouth still working over her, cock aching in my hand as I started stroking again—slower this time, trying to pace myself.

“Good. Now faster. Let me hear you,” she ordered.

A moan tore from my throat for her. I was already barely holding on, but that? That was going to be the death of me.

“Please don’t come until I do,” she panted.

I let out a desperate, shaking moan, nodding frantically against her.

“You can be good for me, right?” she whispered.

I nodded harder, whining against her, my strokes getting messy.

“Now slow down,” she murmured, and Itried—tried so, so hard to listen, to be good, to follow her orders, but I was shaking, sweat beaded across my skin, every inch of me begged to let go.

“Silas,” she gasped, her whole body trembling.

“Please,” I moaned against her, circling and sucking her clit faster, squeezing the head of my cock in one last, brutal effort to hold off my own orgasm. “Please—come for me—I can’t hold on—I can’t—”

She cried out, thighs locking around my head, soaking me, drenching me.

That was it. That was fucking it.

I growled against her, tongue working frantically, drinking her down as she rode it out.

And I was gone. I shuddered hard, muscles tensing, come spilling over my fist, over my stomach. It stole the breath from my lungs, and I collapsed, forehead pressed to her thigh. “Brava, dolcezza… così fottutamente perfetta per me.”

I swallowed hard, pressing a slow kiss to her thigh.

Her eyes were heavy-lidded, dazed as her breathing slowed.

A soft smile tugged at my lips. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

She hummed, soft and sleepy as I stood, and scooped her up in my arms.

Her own arms looped around my neck, cheek resting against my shoulder.

She fit against me like she was made for it—like every curve and angle of her body had been designed to settle into mine.

Andfuck,it had.

For a second, I was completely unable to move. I just stood there, holding her, anchoring myself to the quiet weight of what we’d just shared. This wasn’t just something physical. It was something that wound its way around every nerve and vessel.

When I finally coaxed myself to move, I did it carefully, because she deserved softness after the way we’d both unravelled. I walked to the bathroom to take care of her, every step steeped in something tender I wasn’t sure how to name.

All I could think as I ran the water and reached for the towel, was—How did I get so lucky?

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