Page 36 of Sealed in Ink

She looks sexily up at me. “You know why.”

I press my finger against her button, getting the desired result, her cheeks flooding with redness. She moans like she’s already on the edge. “Tell me. Say it.”

“I was touching myself,” she moans.

“And what were you thinking about?” A pause. “Say it,” I demand, rubbing her clit faster, feeling how close she is.

“Us,” she whimpers. “That night.”

“Be specific. You’re making me so hard.”

“Yeah?”

“When you talk like this, fuck, it gets me hard.”

She trembles on the end of my finger, looking up at me with wide, excited eyes. My tip pushes against my pants, precome leaking out of me.

“I was remembering your big, hard dick in me and bouncing against you. Feeling owned by you. Duh-duh…”

“Dominated,” I snarl, slipping my finger slowly into her no-longer-virgin pussy. She’s already so wet for me. How the fuck am I supposed to resist her? How? Ever? “You need me to take control. It’s not you doing this, Mary. It’s me. It’s me taking any damn thing I want from you. Now, I need to feel you creaming on my hand like the obedient thing you are.”

“Oh, fuh…”

She bites down when I start finger fucking her tight hole, slipping in and out, letting her feel all the pleasure she was building up before I walked in here. She’s close to peaking, her body talking to me, quivering around my finger.

“That’s it,” I say sternly. “Come for me. You know it’s wrong. I know it’s wrong, but you’ll do it anyway. Cream all over my hand.”

She bites down as her body trembles so sexily that I almost snap and tear off her pants, but not before I feel her orgasm around my finger. She gasps when she finally falls over the edge, staring up at me with an almost guilty look on her face. I keep my eyes on her, then let out a savage moan.

“Show me your tits. Now.”

“Rust—”

“Now,” I command. I have to focus on this, just us, nothing else. Or the thoughts and the guilt will stack up too high, and I can’t think about that now—just my woman.

She takes off her hoodie, then her top and bra, showing her big, bouncy tits. I palm her sweet pussy some more, gathering her wetness, then rub it all over her tits. “Fuck, the way they shine for me…” I rub her pussy again, smoothing my other hand over her plump breasts until every inch is glistening.

“Is that good?” she asks.

“It’s better than good. You’re fucking perfect. I need you again. So badly. Fuck. Show me your pussy.”

She sits up, gesturing to my groin. She does it nervously like it takes a lot of effort. My dick feels like it’s going to straight-up explode with the tension.

“What about you, huh?” she murmurs. “Don’t you want me to…”

I reach down and smooth my hand over her cheek, then glide my thumb over her bottom lip. “You can’t even say it. You’re too damn innocent for me.”

“I’mnot,” she snaps, reaching for my belt. “I’ll show you.”

She sassily takes my hard rod from my pants. It springs free, precome clinging to the tip, so hard it’s almost pointing straight up, like a goddamn rocket ready to explode. She takes me in her hand and starts stroking me.

“Is slower or faster better?” she asks.

“Any damn way feels perfect with you,” I tell her.

“And I suck it, yeah?”

“Open your mouth. Stroke my tip with your tongue. Keep moving your hand.”

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