Page 138 of Beautifully Wounded

“Hand back to your pussy, Angel.”

I’m sure my cheeks are flushing, but I’m past caring at this point, moving my hand back under the sheet and then under my shorts to the wetness between my legs.

I like how he talks. It’s kind of dirty, although maybe that’s just me because I’m so green.

Whatever it is, I like it. I like the way his voice sounds. The way his eyes devour me like I’m exquisite. The way he demands me to obey him.

Damn, I never thought I’d be happy about that revelation, but with him, I am.

As I start circling my bud with my fingers, my slickness making it so easy, I watch him as he strokes himself, his expression serious, his brows pinched a little like he could be in pain yet doesn’t stop his onslaught.

I’ve tried masturbating recently, and never have I been able to get myself over the line because of the intrusive thoughts.

But they aren’t here right now.

It’s just me and Ringo and for the first time in a long time, I know that I’m going to be able to give myself what I’ve been craving.

As Ringo’s pace increases, so does mine, and a whimper falls past my lips as my pleasure starts racing ahead, no longer able to hold back.

“Fuck, Angel, I can’t wait until you feel comfortable enough to show me how swollen your clit is.”

Oh my… His words.

Another whimper meets both our ears.

“Are you close?” he asks, and I nod.

“Yes.”

“If I come, will that get you over the line?” His voice is so deep now and there’s an edge of desperation to it as he pumps his shaft, his expression pinched a little like he’s holding back.

“Yes.” I rush out, desperate to see him let go. Desperate to see and hear him come.

“Where do you want it?” he barks, like he’s still trying to hold back.

“What?”

“My cum. Where do you want it?” He pumps his dick faster even as my fingers press down, moving on their own.

“I don’t know.” I shake my head, because I can’t think straight right now.

“I can do it neatly in my hand, or I can just let go and come everywhere. How dirty do you want me?”

I whimper again, his words forcing my fingers to move faster as I start thrusting against them even as I struggle to admit what I want.

“Answer me!” he demands.

“Really dirty,” I blurt, and his pace gets even faster.

“Fuuuck okay. It’s coming, Angel.”

He pumps fast, his hips jerking as he groans loudly, and I hardly notice my hand mashing against my mound as the first rope of his cum shoots from his dick, so far that it reaches the bed.

I come apartthen, an orgasm I didn’t think I’d ever experience again detonates inside me so forcefully that I hear my own cries loud in the room, even though I promised myself I’d be quiet.

With each spurt of his cum, I watch on, my climax intense as I watch him release all over the sheets and floor. Wave after wave zaps through me, more pleasure than I ever remember experiencing before, followed by a tingling numbness that makes me fall slack and languid in Ringo’s bed.

I’m panting. Out of breath. I even think my hearing vanishes for a moment.

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