Page 73 of Ruthless God

I wanted his love.

It was the first time I had ever admitted to such, but now that the thought came, it would not leave me alone.

I just wanted that so much.

I looked up and met his eyes.

We held each other’s gaze, and it felt like, in that moment, he could see everything from me. That he could take everything from me.

Just please love me.

I cupped his cheek as he continued to fuck me.

Please.

He leaned down and kissed me. I whimpered into his lips. I was so close. I just needed?—

“No!” I cried out when he pulled out and switched positions until I was on top of him. I froze, unsure of what he wanted me to do. But I didn’t have to worry. Even when I was on top, he was the one who took control. He raised my hips slightly, his cock probing at my entrance just before he let me slide down on his hard length. I clenched around him from the new sensation.

“I want you to fuck me like this,” he gritted out.

I blinked. “I’m not sure…”

“It’s easy.” He grabbed my hips and directed me. I gasped over how full it felt like this, and he smiled a little as if he knew just how I was feeling.

He moved my hips up and down against him, fully taking control of my movements until I felt a little more comfortable. Then I was moving on my own. My movements probably weren’t as smooth as when he was directing me, but it still felt good.

No, more than good.

It was…

“Fuck.”

“That’s right, baby,” he said. “Take me. Go as fast as you need to get yourself off. Use me.”

Tears pricked my eyes, and I moved faster and faster and faster.

I splayed my hands on his chest, enjoying the feel of his hard muscles bulging there. The only thing that would have made this better was if he were naked as well. But admittedly, there was something about the contrast between us now that got me high.

As if to hint at the power dynamic between us.

His hands moved up and cupped my breasts, playing with me there as I moved, just before he pulled back and slapped at my nipples.

I let out a pained cry, but that seemed to only spur him on.

His hand came down and played with my clit.

“Massimo.”

“Come for me,” he demanded roughly.

I threw my head back and cried, convulsing around him as my orgasm hit me with full force. I felt Massimo swell just before spurts of warmth filled me up, signaling his release.

My muscles felt weak, giving out suddenly, and then I was lying on top of him, trying to catch my breath.

He wrapped his arms around me and held me close, his hand moving soothingly over my skin.

And I came to a realization then.

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