Page 38 of His To Erase
His fingers press deeper, pumping in and out in a slow rhythm. "Bet you’d let me ruin you right here."
A silent curse spills from my lips, while my body is being ripped apart at the seams.Yes, yes sir, I almost certainly would.
"You’re fucking soaked, for me sweetheart," he growls against my skin, the heat of his breath sending a fresh wave of humiliation and desire rolling through me.
I hate him.
Or I just hate that he’s still fucking teasing me, drawing slow, torturous circles with his tongue, drinking in every reaction like I belong to him.
And I hate that in this moment, I do.
A strangled sound slips from my throat as he flicks his tongue against my clit, and it’s fucking devastating. I jerk against him, helpless to the way my body spirals under his mouth, his hands, his fucking dominance.
"That’s it."
His voice is low and taunting, dripping with dark amusement, he’s so fucking cocky it makes my pussy throb. Clearly, she’s just been neglected for too long.
My thighs shake against his grip, his tongue is relentless. His lips seal around my clit, sucking just enough to make my pulse stutter violently.
Fuck.
A wrecked, helpless moan spills from my throat, loud and needy. His fingers dig into my skin, keeping me right where he wants me.
I bow, my back arching, my hips pushing into his mouth as pleasure crashes through me like a fucking tidal wave.
It’s too much and not enough at the same time.
My entire body clenches, my pussy pulses as my orgasm slams into me, consuming me.
I gasp, my vision turns hazy as the world tilts. My knees threaten to give out, and the way his hands are digging into my thighs tells me it’s the only thing keeping me upright.
And still—he doesn’t stop.
"Fuck—"
His teeth scrape, his tongue flicks, dragging me through it, pushing me higher, stretching my release into something unbearable, something violent.
Another moan rips free and his hand snaps up, one clamping over my mouth as he keeps fucking devouring me, the other still knuckle deep in my pussy, pumping in and out, keeping me locked in place.
“Be quiet.”
The command slices through the haze, but his palm stays clamped over my mouth as I shatter against him—every ragged sob of pleasure swallowed by his hand.
He groans against me like I’m his favorite fucking meal, his tongue is relentless as he wrings every last drop of release from me, licking me through it like he’s savoring a goddamn victory.
It’s not until I’m shaking apart, ruined and breathless, does he finally pull back. But he doesn’t go far.
His breath ghosts over my overstimulated pussy, like he’s wondering if he can break me completely—just because he fucking can. And at this point I’m not sure I’d stop him.
Clearly, I’m not in my right mind.
He chuckles, low and smug, soaked in satisfaction.
"Told you."
His fingers drag up the inside of my thighs, slow and possessive, spreading the mess he made of me across my skin like a fucking brand.
"You like playing with fire."
