Page 44 of Devilish Ink

My eyes flickered toward his crotch under his unflinching gaze, my cheeks heated even further.

Oh.

“Doyouneed a break?” he asked me, sitting up and nudging his chin at my nipples pointing out of my shirt.

I scowled and shifted my arms in front of me. “I’m fine.”

“Really?”

He sat up and grabbed the section of stool between my thighs and tugged me to him, moving so quickly all I could do was yelp. Our faces were inches apart.

He smirked. “Are you sure? Cause I cansmellthe way I affect you.”

I gulped, cheeks burning. I pushed at his hand still holding onto the stool, preventing me from closing my legs fully.

He caught both my wrists in his other giant one and stilled me.

“Don’t ever hide yourself from me. I fucking love the way you smell.”

My breath hitched.

Fuck me. I was going to come on this fucking stool, with his hand half an inch from my soaking pussy.

A languid smile graced his pouty lips. “Maybe you do need a break.”

Before I could reply, his thumb brushed the front of my panties and a wave of pleasure exploded through me.

A moan tore from the depths of my lungs before I could stop it.

He pushed aside my panties and his fingers slid through my wetness.

“Soaked,” he hissed. “That’smygirl.”

“Wait…” I mumbled even as I jerked my hips forward begging for more, not even sure anymore why I wasn’t supposed to let him do this.

He paused his fingers and I let out a whimper.

For one long moment I just sat there with his fingers at my entrance, our breaths heaving around our cheeks and his gaze boring into me.

“W-why’d you stop?” I cried out, unable to stand it anymore. I needed him to move, to say something, todosomething.

“You said ‘wait’.”

And I realised he was obeying me. Even though he was strong enough to do whatever he wanted to me, to take me, dominate me, one word and he would stop.

That last precious kernel of trust fell into place.

I bucked my hips forward impaling myself onto his fingers, causing a wave of pleasure so hard it knocked my head back and my eyes rolled into my head. I let out a long groan.

His hand, still wrapped around my wrists, trembled.

“Eyes on me.”

I obeyed, the spring green of his eyes taking up my whole vision.

I rocked again, loving the way his thick fingers stretched me, the way he curled them into the depths of me, hitting that sensitive back wall. I was so turned on and he felt so damn good that I knew I wasn’t going to last.

“You look so damn beautiful fucking yourself onto my fingers.”

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