Page 98 of Hide From Me

“I’d let you ruin me.”

Her nails dig into my thighs like she’s anchoring me, then she goes down again. Harder. Faster. Sucking like she’s trying to strip away every last defense I have left.

I pant through my teeth, jaw clenched, arms trembling with the effort it takes to stayoutof control. I want to grab her hair. I want to fuck her throat like I’ve dreamed of a hundred sleepless nights. But I don’t.

I let her take.

Because she deserves it.

Because Ineedto be worth being taken from.

She pulls back again, flicking her tongue over the slit to catch the precum, and moans like shelikesthe taste of me—like it’s hers.

“Say it again,” she breathes, one hand stroking me slow and tight.

“Say what?”

“That you’d let me ruin you.”

I don’t hesitate.

“I’d let you bury me,” I growl. “Let you fucking carve me open and take what you want.”

Her lips wrap around me again, and this time I moan—loud and raw. I’m close. So close it aches. Every muscle in my body’s tight, trembling, strung out on the edge of her mercy.

“Not yet,” her words come muffled as she pulls off with a lick “I’m not done.”

She crawls up my body like a storm rolling in—slow, commanding, inevitable–until she’s straddling my waist, hands planted firm on my chest. I swear I’ve never seen anything more powerful than her sitting above me, flushed and focused, with all of me at her mercy.

I want to flip her. Pin her down. Bury myself inside her until we both forget what pain tastes like.

Her fingers trail down my chest again, raking her nails over my abs lightly, and my cock jerks against the soft fabric of her shorts. She’s soaked. I can feel the heat of her slick through them, and it’s fuckingkillingme.

“I don’t want it soft,” she says, barely audible like she’s afraid the words will break her.

I blink up at her. “Say that again?”

“I don’t want you to be gentle.” Her jaw sets, eyes flicking away for a beat before locking on mine again. “Not tonight. I want to take it back. I want tochooseit. I want tofeelit.”

God fucking help me.

I push up onto my elbows, “Raylen, are you—”

She yanks her shirt over her head like she’s ripping off fear. No bra. Nothing underneath. Her nipples pebble in the cool air, or maybe from the way I can’t stop staring.

“You said I could take what I want.”

“Yeah,” I breathe, voice shot to hell. “I did.”

She climbs off me just long enough to kick her shorts and panties off in one practiced move, her skin flushed, thighs slick with arousal.

She’s breathtaking.

“Then shut the fuck up, monster,” she says, voice shaking but strong. “And let me ride you.”

I groan so loud it might shake the fucking walls.

She climbs back on and my cock twitches, trapped between us. She reaches down, wrapping her hand around the base, guiding me to her entrance.