Page 230 of Ruin Me Gently

I wanted to see more of her. Wanted her to touch herself, wanted her to spread those perfect thighs and show me how wet she was, how much she wanted this.

Her voice was soft, breathy. “Tell me.”

“Feels… good,” I rasped as I dragged my finger out just a fraction before pushing it back in as my cock leaked, desperate for more.

Her whole body was tight. One hand still rolling a nipple, the other resting over the soft patch of hair between her thighs. Close—but not close enough.

A desperate sound rumbled from my throat as I fucked my finger into myself harder, pressing deeper, pumping my cock in time with the movement. The stretch, the pressure—it had my abs tensing, my thighs tightening.

I needed more. I wanted more. My body burned with it.

My spine arched, a choked moan ripped from my throat as I pushed another finger inside. Fuck—fuck, that was good.

I curled my fingers just right, pressing against that spot. Dizzying pleasure streaked up my spine. My vision blurred at the edges, cock pulsing, pre-come spilling from the tip in thick, needy drips.

“Lilith.” My voice was hoarse, raw with need. “Touch yourself. Please.”

She didn’t hesitate. She crawled onto the bed, settling on her knees between my legs and pressing a finger to her clit in the blink of an eye.

Gesù Cristo.

My hips bucked off the mattress as I thrusted into myself with deep, desperate strokes.

“Yes,” I choked out, watching her, drinking in the way her body trembled. “Yes, don’t stop. Just like that, Lilith. Brava ragazza.”

“Tell me how good it is,” she moaned. “Tell me.”

“So, so good,” I groaned. “So tight—feels like—” I gasped as I pressed deeper. “Like I’m gonna explode.”

Her moan was pure sin, fingers moving faster over her clit.

“Lilith,” I rasped. “I need to taste you. Now.”

Her breath hitched. She dragged her fingers from her pussy, bringing them toward my mouth. I groaned, ready to take them in, to suck every last drop from her skin. But no. Not like this.

“No.” My voice was rough, commanding. “Sit on my face. Now.”

She hesitated. Just for a second.

“Now, Lilith.”

She moved slow at first, but then she did it. She swung a leg over me, settling her weight down, her pussy hovering just above my mouth.

I pulled my hands away from myself, gripping her hips instead. “Don’t you dare hover. I said fucking sit.”

She hesitated again, but I wasn’t playing games.

“You gonna make me beg for it? Make me work for the privilege of eating you out? Or are you gonna be my good girl and grind on my tongue ‘til you’re screaming while I fuck myself?”

I didn’t give her a chance to second guess herself. I dragged her down, shoved my tongue deep, moaning right against her clit as I plunged my fingers right back into my ass and wrapped the other tight around my cock, working myself in sync with every wet stroke of my tongue.

“Oh, my—oh—” she gasped, hands slamming against the headboard as she rocked against my mouth, frantic, desperate, using me exactly the way I wanted her to.

I groaned against her, tongue flicking and circling, drinking in every moan, every shudder, every squeeze of her thighs against my head. My own hips rolled up into my fist, fucking into my grip as I kept my fingers buried deep inside myself, rubbing right against that spot that had my whole body shuddering.

“Silas,” she gasped, her fingers lacing into my hair, pulling me closer into her pussy.

The need, the urgency—it was overwhelming. She was all over me, grinding on my lips, my tongue, into my mouth, and I was so gone, desperate for relief but even more desperate to have her come flooding my tastebuds.

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