Page 117 of Ruthless God

“I will never leave you,” I promised.

He pulled my sleep shorts and panties down, pushing me back on the bed as he did, then pulled the fabric down my legs, letting it fall to the floor.

“Spread your legs, baby,” he commanded.

I did as he asked, spreading my legs and presenting him the full view of my pussy. He licked his lips, moving one finger gently up and down my slit. My legs shook.

“Look at this. My baby is already wet for me, aren’t you?”

I cried out when he pushed two fingers deep inside me, fucking me with them roughly, causing my entire body to convulse.

He pulled out and slapped my pussy three times before reaching over and quickly pulling off his clothes. I watched greedily as he uncovered his skin, revealing his ink to me. My eyes focused on the dagger of the two snakes, the De Luca symbol, reminding me of the kind of man my husband was.

It wasn’t like I had forgotten. He carried the identity ofcapo dei capilike a second skin. It was in everything he did, every word he spoke. It was in the power and dominance that exuded from his every pore.

He was the man I fell in love with.

I reached my hand out as if to touch him, when he dropped his pants, revealing his impressive cock. The hard member bobbed up and down.

It was my turn to lick my lips. I couldn’t wait to taste him.

I wanted to taste him. Needed it.

“Please.”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the bed before throwing a pillow on the floor beside him. He helped me kneel on it until my head was nearly level with his cock.

“Grab it, baby,” he commanded. Cautiously, I grabbed his cock and stroked around the thick girth.

He fisted his hand into my hair, pulling on it until tears pricked my eyes just as I smoothed my thumb over the head, taking in the pre-cum there. My mouth watered.

“Enough,” he gritted out. “I want your mouth on me. Open for me, my sweet girl.”

I did as he asked, opening my mouth. He pushed his thick cock inside.

The salty taste of him coated my tongue as he pushed in deeper, inch by inch. It wasn’t a bad taste. I wouldn’t say it was good either. It was… neutral. But his expression. The way his fist held my hair in a punishing grip. It was everything. Instinct followed, and I sucked on him, reveling in the groan rumbling from his chest, making me feel like the most powerful person on the entire planet. My jaw stretched to accommodate his impressive size, my eyes watering from the foreign feeling and taste.

He held my head still and waited until I looked up at him. He looked like a God, powerful and commanding. My ruthless God. “I’m going to fuck this pretty little mouth of yours. And all you have to do is take it like the good girl I know you are,” he said as he began to thrust. Slowly at first, then building to a brutal rhythm that had me gagging and gasping for air. My fists clenched where I had them pressed against my thighs, trying to keep balance. Tears streamed down my cheeks, but I relished in the rough treatment.

“That’s it, take it all,” he grunted, pushing until I felt him hit the back of my throat.

I relaxed my muscles, allowing him to slide even deeper. My nose pressed against the coarse hair at the base of his shaft, and I closed my eyes, taking in the sensation. His movements became almost disjointed, desperate as he fucked my mouth roughly. I grabbed his thighs with both hands, feeling myself falling. Wetness gathered around my pussy. He wasn’t even touching me, and I was wet. This was getting me aroused, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more.

I hummed around him, hoping he could hear the pleading in that one sound as he buried himself to the hilt.

“Fuck, baby. I’m going to come, and if you’re not ready to swallow, I suggest you pull away,” he gritted.

Like hell.

I wasn’t pulling away until I experienced it all with him.

“Fuck, you were made just for me, weren’t you?” he said, sounding astonished. A few more harsh thrusts and I felt him explode.

I cried out over the sensation, trying to swallow as much of him as I could, feeling him spilling out from the corner of my lips.

“Fuck,” he shouted.

I tightened my grip around him. Once he expelled all his cum, I pulled back, letting his softening cock slip from my lips. I licked them clean, savoring the taste of him. My throat felt raw, but a sense of pride grew inside me at having pleased him.

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