Page 84 of Theirs to Ruin

"Touch me," I whispered, arching my hips slightly in a silent plea.

"Where? Here?" He gently cupped me between my thighs, making me gasp.

"Yes," I breathed out, my voice trembling.

He leaned down, capturing my lips in a soft, teasing kiss. "I love how responsive you are," he murmured against my mouth. "But I want to hear you beg for it."

I moaned, caught in the heady swirl of lust and anticipation. "Please, I need you to touch my bare pussy," I whispered, desperation edging my voice. "I need to feel your touch inside me." I heard the desperation in my voice, and I didn’t even care.

“Fuck, you sound pretty when you beg.”

Once again, his fingers rested tantalizingly on the waistband of my jeans. My hips pressed away from the wall, urgent for him. He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. "You think you're ready for what I can do to you?"

My heart raced. Was I? I wanted more of him, but I wasn’t sure I was ready forallof him. I was convinced his cock would never fit inside me and that it would hurt like hell to even try. “I—I?—”

“It’s okay, Rebel. I’ll keep my cock in my pants. We’ll go slow.”

Relief swept through me, not just because he seemed in tune to my fears, but because he didn’t seem bothered by them.

“Don’t starttooslow,” I said, feeling braver now.

He groaned, a deep, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Be careful what you ask for.” Slowly, he undid the button of my jeans and unzipped them. The sound echoed in the tension-filled room. I squirmed beneath him, the anticipation nearly unbearable. "How wet are you for me right now?" he murmured, his voice a gravelly whisper filled with intent.

I smiled. "Don’t you want to find out for yourself?”

That predatory grin of his widened. "I can't wait to feel how tight that sweet pussy of yours is," he rasped.

Heat rushed to my cheeks. "All talk and no action, Kage?"

He raised an eyebrow, amused. "Feeling feisty now that you know you don’t have to deal with my cock, huh? Well, challengeaccepted." His fingers slid inside my jeans to cup me through my underwear. "Mmm, just what I thought. You’re fucking soaked. His thumb pressing against my clit. "Is this all for me?"

I could barely think straight, but I managed a breathy, "All for you."

"Damn, I love hearing you say that."

I gasped as he pushed the fabric to the side and let his fingers glide over my slick folds. "God... that feels—" My words dissolved into a moan as he again applied pressure to my clit, circling with expert precision.

His fingers delved deeper, teasing and exploring. “Beg me to finger fuck your virgin cunt,” he demanded.

The intensity of his gaze and the relentless teasing of his fingers had me on edge. "I want it so bad," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I said beg me."

I bit my lip, hesitating for only a second before giving in. "Please, fuck me with your fingers. I need it."

With a growl of approval, he slipped two fingers into my tight, wet center, and I cried out in surprise. Even his fingers felt big, almost too much to take. Automatically, I reached down and grasped his wrist, not to pull him out of me, but in some gesture of self-preservation. I panted as he remained still.

“Good?” he asked after a while.

I nodded and slowly let go of his wrist.

He waited two seconds, then slowly pulled his fingers out of my pussy before pushing them back in. “Kage,” I wailed. I grabbed his wrist again.

He kissed the side of my neck. “Squeeze my wrist if you need to, but Iamgoing to finger fuck you.” I squeezed his wrist and as promised, he started slowly pumping, dragging his fingers against my sensitive skin as he pulled his fingers out of mebefore pushing them past my clenching walls again. Soon, he’d set a rhythm that had me writhing.

"Good girl," he murmured, watching my reactions intently. "Always so eager to please." His gaze was locked onto mine, his pupils dilated. There was a wild, untamed look in his eyes that sent a thrilling shiver down my spine. “I want you to tell me every single filthy fantasy you’ve ever had about me touching you,” he growled, his voice gravelly with lust. “I want you to squirm for me the way you did when you touched yourself in your shower that night thinking about me.”

Feeling emboldened by his words, I bucked my hips, urging him to go deeper.

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