Page 98 of Ruin Me Gently

That was it.

That was the sound I wanted.

She was getting wetter, soaking my fingers, hips rolling into my hand, desperate for more, soft whimpers slipping past her lips.

I needed more. Needed more of her. More skin. More of everything she’d give me. My hand left her pussy and trailed up, skimming under the hem of her shirt, brushing soft, warm skin—

“No.”

She barely said it above a whisper, but it stopped me cold. My hand froze instantly, my whole body going still.

I didn’t question it.

Didn’t push. Didn’tdarepush.

I drew my hand back and pressed my palm against her waist over the fabric instead, grounding her. Grounding myself.

She was still letting me touch her. She still wanted this. And that was enough.

I pressed a soft kiss to her temple, to her cheek, to the spot right below her ear. “Okay.”

“Please don’t stop, though.”

I was starving for her.

My fingers teased lower, circling with enough pressure to draw a moan from her lips.

“I need to feel you from the inside,” I said.

She exhaled hard, nodding her head. “Please.”

My mind went blank as I pushed a finger into her pussy.

She was so hot and wet, squeezing as I curled inside her, pressing up, searching—

She arched, her back lifting off the bed, lips parting on a breathless gasp. “More.”

Yes. Anything. Whatever you want.

I slipped another finger inside, stretching her open, and she rocked her hips, chasing it, using me.

“That’s it,” I rasped. “Take exactly what you need from me. Fuck my fingers just like that.”

She moaned, so sharp and breathless I felt it right in my cock. I was so hard it hurt. But I didn’t care. I wasn’t gonna do shit about it.

I pressed my palm to her clit, circling, dragging, pushing her higher, higher—

Andfuck,I could feel it. The way her body tensed, the way her pussy clenched around my fingers, the way she was riding my hand, completely lost to it.

Her own fingers shot up, tangling in my hair—hard.

A choked groan tore from my throat, hips jerking involuntarily at the sharp sting of pain.

Gesù Cristo.

Her head tipped back against the pillows. “Oh my God, yes—like that. Your fingers—you feel so good.”

The moment wrapped around me, stealing the oxygen from my lungs, setting every nerve alight.

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