Page 156 of His To Erase
My knees land between her legs as I tear her shirt up to her waist and drag her leggings down in one motion.
She gasps.
And fuck—she’s bare. No panties. Just her soaked, swollen clit. Her pussy is flushed and dripping like she’s been waiting for this since the second I walked in.
I slap her cunt and she jolts, moaning. I lean in, breathing against her ear.
“You wanted control, didn’t you?” I rasp. “Wanted someone to see what a filthy little mess you are—” I drag my fingers through her wet cunt. “—and take it anyway.”
She nods frantically, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as I drag two fingers through her slit, and her whole body arches.
"I’m gonna make you come so hard you forget how to speak," I snarl. "And then I’m gonna do it again. And again. Until you forget what it felt like to belong to anyone but me."
I shove my fingers deep, curling them just right, and a scream tears out of her throat—raw and wet and fucking feral. I drag my thumb over her clit, circling with the kind of ruthless precision that feels more like a warning than relief. The secondher legs start to shake and her mouth falls open, she’s already begging, and clawing at the floor like she doesn’t care if she comes or fucking dies, as long as it’s for me.
"Please—fuck, Steven—please, I can’t?—"
"Yes, you can," I growl, curling my fingers deeper, playing with that spot that makes her forget why she ever tried to fight me. My thumb rolls tight circles over her clit, not giving her a second to think, to breathe, or even to hide.
Her whole body locks up, every muscle taut. I keep dragging every ounce of sensation out of her until she's panting and writhing under my hand.
"You're gonna come for me," I bite out, right against her jaw, “and you're gonna fucking thank me while you do it."
She sobs, her thighs are quivering, and her hips rock helplessly into every thrust of my hand.
“Say it.”
She claws at the rug, her voice breaking on every syllable.
“Th-thank you—fuck.”
And then she shatters. Right there on the floor. Her spine bows like I’ve strung her up tight and snapped the cord as her pussy clenches around my fingers, dripping all over my hand as her cry splits the silence in half.
I don’t stop.
I keep fucking her through it—dragging the orgasm out until she’s gasping and coming so hard her whole body sings for me.
I just watch her fall apart like it’s my fucking religion. And god help me—because I’ve never believed in anything more than the way this girl comes when I make her.
Ani
What the fuck did I just do?
My thighs are still shaking and my breath catches on every uneven inhale.
I feel hollowed out and rewired—like something vital was yanked from me and replaced with heat. I came all over him.
After crawling.
I should feel ashamed, or something. But all I feel is this white-hot static in my chest that won’t burn out. I’ve never been so turned on in my fucking life.
What the hell is wrong with me? Why did I do that?Why did I like it?
I try to pull away. To reclaim some sliver of control, but I don’t get far—because his hand is still between my legs.
His fingers drag through my slick folds again—slower this time—and my whole body jolts. Every nerve lights up, too raw to hide. He’s not teasing me anymore—he’s reminding me whoI belong to. Every pass of his fingers reignites the heat and the need. And I can’t stop shaking.
“Look at you. Still fucking open for me.”
