Page 154 of She will Always be Mine

He watches with rapt attention while his fists rest on the sides of my hips.

“You’re so fucking soaked, filthy girl,” he rasps. “Don’t touch your clit yet.”

“But—”

“I said no,” he growls sharply. “Give me your fingers. I want a taste.”

After rubbing around my wetness, I bring them to his mouth and my core clenches when he sucks and licks my juices greedily. Our eyes stay locked and my lips part when his teeth lightly bite them. After he’s tasted me, he lets my finger go with a pop.

“Push those two fingers inside and fuck yourself.”

I circle my entrance before thrusting inside my walls. Although it feels good, my fingers are nothing compared to his long and calloused ones. They know exactly where to push to send me over the edge or keep me dangling.

“Finger-fuck yourself, Nyra,” he orders. “I want to hear the sound of your palm slapping against your clit.”

“Ahh… Riaan.” I moan. The friction hitting my bundle of nerves almost too much.

“So pretty,” he praises. “Faster.”

My head drops as I lose myself and I shiver when I feel his hot breath on my nipples. The pleasure intensifies when his tongue flicks the tip of one breast but not sucking it like I want him to.

“Riaan… Please,” I beg.

“Push those fingers in your ass and I’ll give you more, my little fuck toy.”

My eyelids fall open while my body hums in pleasure at his rough demand. He’s never asked me to do this before and it feels ten times more intimate. He stares at me from between my breasts in a silent command.

“I want to see you shatter like a dirty little painslut with your fingers in your ass.”

Fuck! That word should make me feel degraded but the way he says it sounds like a beautiful praise. I come undone every time.

With a trembling hand, I slide my drenched fingers lower and his head tilts down to stare with primal need.

“Good girl,” he coaxes as I push even harder against the tight ring of muscles when they resist. “Push them to the hilt. Just like that.”

My eyes close at the mix of pleasure and discomfort. Taking my time, I pull my fingers out before thrusting again. He never looks away the whole time and it entices me to keep going.

“Fuck yourself.” His guttural voice pierces through the haze of lust.

My back bows when his mouth wraps round my nipple and he sucks hard.

“Yes. More.” I moan.

Sharp teeth sink into my breast and his tongue flicks, licks, and bites while I finger-fuck myself harder and deeper. The familiar ache builds deep in my core like hot lava.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” He smirks while his hands remain on my side.

I’m a fucking mess while he looks like his control hasn’t even wavered. But when I look down, his fist is stroking his hard length. The tip is glistening with pre-cum.

“Touch me, Riaan,” I demand.

I almost cry when his hand spreads my legs wider and he rubs the purple head of his dick over my clit in tight circles. He doesn’t thrust inside me and intends on making me come on the friction alone. I don’t stop fucking my ass when he slaps his dick on my slit.

“I’m going to cum.”

“No.”

“Please, Riaan,” I beg. “You feel too good. I can’t stop.”

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