Page 51 of Ink Me Three Times
He grins wider. "Oh, sweetheart. I think you like it when I talk to you like that."
I don’t say anything.
Can’t.
Because he’s already sliding two fingers between my thighs, dragging through the wet heat of me, slow and deliberate.
"Oh yeah," he murmurs, voice like velvet dipped in sin. "You’re soaked. Fucking dripping. From just my words?"
I gasp. He’s not wrong. And it’s doing things to me…hot, electric,badthings.
His fingers tease, just barely inside me, enough to make me roll my hips with a desperate sound I don’t recognize.
"Look at you," he breathes, eyes locked on mine. "Making a mess on my hand. You act so put together, but you’refilthyunder it, aren’t you?"
I should hate this. It’swild.
But I’m unraveling.
And I don’t want him to stop.
I drag him down by his shirt and kiss him like it’ll make the burn in my stomach go away. It doesn’t.
He groans into my mouth and slips his fingers in deep, curling them perfectly. I cry out against his lips, hips lifting off the seat. His palm presses against my clit, grinding just right.
"That’s it," he growls. "Such a good girl when you’re desperate."
I moan, completely wrecked by thatonephrase.
Good girl.
My body clenches. My whole nervous system lights up like it’s just discovered a secret switch labeledyes, please.
"You like that too," he whispers, grinning against my cheek. "Being told you’re good… right after I tell you how dirty you are."
I nod helplessly, mouth open, thighs shaking.
"You didn’t know you liked that, did you?"
"No," I gasp. " I didn’t… fuck, I do."
"I know you do," he says, mouth at my ear now. "You’re such a good little slut when someone finally gives you what you need."
Something inside me snaps.
It doesn’t feel like a climax… it feels like breaking open.
Like something raw and hidden inside me just tore loose and came surging to the surface, too big to contain, too sharp to name.
I come around his fingers with a ragged sob, thighs locking around his wrist, hips jerking in wild, uncontrolled rhythm. My muscles seize, tight and trembling, like they’re trying to trap the moment and never let it go.
Everything goes hot. Wet. Right.
I’m slick and pulsing, clenching down on him like I don’t ever want him to leave, like my body recognizes his touch as something it’s been starving for and finally, finally got.
My body bucks against him, hard, like I’ve lost control of my own skin. Like all I can do is ride the waves as they crash through me, fast and brutal and beautiful.
My chest is heaving. My breath won’t come in full. It’s all gasps and gasps and gasps… shallow and sharp, like I’m sobbing through every pulse of release.
