Page 39 of Ink Me Three Times
No hesitation. No sass. Just her palms flat against the wall, spine arched, legs spread.
Fuck.
I didn’t expect that.
Didn’t know how much I’d need that.
To see her like this.
Pinned.
Open.
Mine.
My fingers slide in and she gasps, hips jerking, thighs trembling. She’s tight, perfect, pulsing around me like her body was built to take this.
Her breath stutters. Then catches.
"You’re so fucking wet," I growl, curling my fingers just right, thumb brushing over that sweet little bundle of nerves that makes her legs quake. "Is this all for me?"
She nods, lips parted, panting.
But that’s not enough.
"I want to hear it."
"Yes," she gasps, back arching, voice high and cracking. "It’s for you. All of it."
Her hands press harder to the wall like she needs something solid, because I’m not being gentle anymore. Ifuckher with my fingers, slow, deep strokes, circling her clit until she’s trembling with it, head falling forward, moaning uncontrollably.
"You’re close, aren’t you?" I murmur, pressing a kiss to her temple, fingers never stopping. "Right there… and you want it so bad."
"Please," she whispers, hips grinding into my hand like she doesn’t care what she’s begging for, only that I give it to her.
But I pull back.
Stop.
She whines, a sound that goes straight to my cock, legs unsteady, chest heaving.
"You don’t get to come yet," I say, mouth at her ear, letting my breath ghost over her skin. "Not until I say."
Her thighs are shaking. Her pussy clenches around nothing. And still she nods.
She likes it.
She wants this.
Control. Denial. Obedience.
And fuck, I want to give it to her.
Because she’s perfect like this… desperate, undone, waiting for me to decide when she gets to fall apart.
I drag my fingers from between her legs, slow and wet. She shudders. Whimpers. But doesn’t reach for me.
Doesn’t move.
