Page 98 of Ruined

“Take your shirt off,” I order.

Blake lays back, slipping her shirt and bra off. I barely control myself to not roll her over and fuck her ass harder than I’ve fucked it before. But I can’t. I won’t fuck her like she means nothing to me. Because she’s everything.

Lifting her leg, I press a kiss against the sole of her foot, sliding my tongue down to her toes. Blake smiles down at me, telling me she’s ticklish. Biting down on one of her toes, she jerks back. Grabbing her ankle, I continue kissing up her leg, licking along the scars that litter her calf and thigh.

I reach her pubic bone and I know where Blake wants me when she tries to lift her hips up.

“Nuh uh,” I tell her climbing above her, reminding myself to be careful of her leg and ribs. My tongue runs along her stomach, over her tits and nipples until I reach her throat. “You’re the only thing in this world that makes sense to me.”

Blake rolls her lips together, and reaching around, her fingers pull up on the bottom of my shirt. Leaning back, I rip my shirt over my head. I go to lean forward when she shakes her head, pointing to my pants.

Getting to my feet, I unbutton my pants, before dragging them and my boxer briefs down. My cock springs free, throbbing painfully. I meet her eyes, and a pinch of guilt hits me. Her eyes are swollen, one worse than the other.

Blake reaches forward, grabbing my wrist and pulling me down between her legs. I barely catch myself before I fall on top of her.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I mumble.

She doesn’t say anything, reaching between our bodies before grabbing the base of my cock. I hiss as her hand makes contact. While my mind tells me to stop this, my body doesn’t care. Pressing forward, Blake guides me to her opening, pushing me inside.

Nothing but hot, wet flesh wraps around my cock. I groan, pushing deeper into her until my hips stop against hers.

“I can’t believe you’re real,” I mutter. Pulling back, I withdraw until just my tip stays in her cunt before I slam forward. Her tits jiggle from the force, her eyes widening as her nails dig into my shoulder. Waves of heat roll through me as I repeat the motion over again. Fucking her not as hard as I want, but enough that the craving stays at bay.

“Trakhni menya sil'neye, papochka,” she moans.

Fuck, I might just cum from her talking. And Blake speaking in Russian is hotter than it should be.

“Fuck, tell me, tell me, what did you say…” I groan, slowing down.

Blake moans, grabs the back of my head and pulls me down so her mouth is against my ear. “I said… Fuck me harder,Daddy.”

I can’t hold back. Slipping out, I flip her onto her stomach. Pulling her hips back, I line my cock up with her pussy before slamming home. Blake lets out a cry and I relish in hearing her finally make sounds. Even if she would have told me I fuck like shit, at least she would be saying something.

The harder I fuck her, the more she cries out, her voice so raspy someone would mistake that she smokes packs of cigarette a day.

Reaching around, my finger rubs circles around her clit. Her cunt pulses around my cock, clenching, and the more I pound into her, the more she strangles my dick.

“Remember what I want from you?” I ask, pulling out of her and flipping us around so she’s on top. Thrusting my cock back into her, Blake digs her nails into my chest nodding.

“Be a good girl and scream for me,” I whisper twisting her hands behind her back, and her chest slams against mine. Using one hand, I keep her hands firmlyin place while my other grips the back of her head, yanking her head back. Blake’s moans turn into silent pleas.

“Pet, I won’t ask again,” I growl.

Blakes inner muscles start to spasm around me, milking my cock as if it were her damn job. Blake's eyes drop to mine, her lips tilting up in a smirk. I snap my hips up, pinching her clit.

“Daddy!” Blake cries out. Unable to hold back any longer, I explode inside her, my vision blurring as I empty every last drop.

Letting Blake go, she lays across my chest, breathing heavy in my ear. Holding her against me, I kiss the side of her head.

I’m done fighting against the voice in my head, telling me she’s better off without me.

I just hope Blake’s ready for the crazed obsession I have with her.

37

Ismile against my whiskey glass as I hear Blake moan in the back room. I’m not sure if she spoke to him or if this was her way of showing Ryker she fully trusted him. But either way, I could bet whatever Blake did to Ryker convinced him enough that he won’t be going anywhere.

Which is one reason I can beat the shit out of him. Thinking he would just leave once we got her back to her parents’ house. And if he thought I would just let him walk away, reason two I’m going to beat the fucker.

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