Page 229 of Ruin Me Gently

A groan rumbled in my chest as my other hand trailed lower, cupping my balls, squeezing just enough to make me shudder.

I let my head tip back against the headboard as I wrapped my fingers tighter around my cock, stroking slow, spreading the slick pre-come over the swollen head. Each pass of my hand sent pleasure curling deep in my gut.

I rolled my balls in my palm, the contrast of pressure making my breath stutter. Squeeze, release, squeeze, release.

My hands worked in tandem, a perfect rhythm, every nerve in my body tuned to the sensation.

She sat there, perched, watching me work myself with parted lips, pupils blown wide, breathing just a little too fast.

My hips jerked up into my fist, chasing the friction, toes curling against the sheets. Every muscle was tight, wound up like a wire, the tension building and building.

My free hand trailed up my stomach, dragging my nails over my skin, leaving red lines in their wake. Heat lanced through my veins as I laced my fingers into my hair, tugging hard.

A soft, breathless, desperate moan.

It wasn’t from me.

My eyes snapped open, locking onto her instantly.

She wasn’t looking at my cock anymore.

She was looking right at me.

At the way my jaw had gone tight, the way my lips had parted around a ragged breath, the way my brows had pulled together in the haze of pleasure.

I gripped myself tighter, dragging my fist up the length of my cock in one slow, deliberate stroke. I groaned again, louder this time, fucking my hand in slow, measured movements, never once breaking eye contact.

Her pupils blew wider, her thighs clamping even tighter.

“Tell me how good it feels,” she said on a breath.

My head tipped back again as I squeezed my cock tighter. “It feels—” I sucked in a sharp breath, my other hand running down my stomach, gripping my thigh. “So damn good, sweetheart. Like I’m gonna come already.”

She let out a quiet whimper, and my heart pounded erratically, a deep, harsh rhythm beneath my ribs.

Shit, I hadn’t done this in years. Couldn’t remember the last time I’d let myself go like this.

I shifted further down the bed, the cool sheets soothing against my overheated skin. My hand slowed, teasing, dragging over the head of my cock before I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked one in, rolling my tongue over the pad before pulling it free with a quiet pop.

Calm. Slow. Breathe. Just breathe.

She didn’t say a word, but I could feel the heat of her stare as I spread my legs wider, exposing myself completely.

Blood roared in my ears.

I slowed my strokes, dragging my slick fingers lower, teasing over the sensitive skin before pressing them in slow circles around my hole.

My stomach clenched, breath shuddering out of me. It had been too long.

“Lilith,” I groaned as my gaze dropped to her hand—fingers rolling over her nipple, tugging at the hardening flesh.

I pressed a little harder, circling slower, teasing myself the way I knew I liked it. The way I’d liked it before. My cock twitched in my grip, the pressure making my entire body tense.

Her lips parted, tongue darting out to wet them as she dragged her other hand down her stomach.

I pressed my finger harder, before slowly pushing inside. My thighs twitched, stomach clenching as tight heat wrapped around me, the sensation sending a sharp wave of pleasure rolling through me.

“Cristo… sì,” I groaned, rocking my hips up into my fist as I pushed my finger deeper, twisting it slightly, feeling the stretch.

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