Page 18 of Dark Ink

Her head fell onto my shoulder and she let out a long low groan that sent vibrations through my body. I worked my fingers slowly in and out of her, relishing the coating of her juices that made them slide without resistance.

“Go on, Eithne. Tell me you don’t want this.”

“I…” She breathed.

“Tell me to stop.”

I slid my fingers all the way out.

“No!” she cried.

I chuckled as I circled her clit with the tips of my fingers. “Good girl.” Before plunging them back inside her.

I curled my fingers around, finding those precious ridges. Then I began to massage that spot.

“Oh God,” she whispered as she shuddered. “What—what are you doing to me?”

I grinned to myself. “I’m not done yet.” I’d barely started.

“That—that spot. What are you touching?”

I froze and she whimpered. “You’ve never had anyone work your g-spot?”

“My what-spot?”

“Fucking eejits,” I growled under my breath, “the men who came before me should be castrated.”

She blinked. “There’ve been no men before you.”

“Boys then.”

“There’ve been no boys either.”

I froze. Shite. A virgin. A fucking virgin.

Eithne just oozed so much sexual energy that I just assumed…

Okay. We could go slow. I could go slow. I gritted my teeth.

“Then I can’t wait to show you what you’ve been missing.”

I began to massage her g-spot again with my fingertips, stroking her in a “come here” motion. Her moans became louder, more unrestrained.

Her hips bucked against me, her muscles tightening around my fingers. I let go of her wrists still above her head and her arms collapsed around my shoulders. She held onto me, her nails digging into my back as I pressed her into the blackboard, as I worked my fingers inside her.

“Still want me to stop?”

“No, God, no. Fuck. More.”

My little Ragland Road girl was so fucking responsive. So fucking needy. How she’d managed to go this long without sex was beyond me.

I wrapped my other hand around her neck and pushed her head against the board so she faced me.

For a second, she looked almost scared. “What are you—?”

“You’re going to look at me when you come.”

Oh little Raglan Road girl. You have no idea what pleasures and pains I’m going to teach you.

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