Page 106 of Her Ruin

“Fuck.” I stroked my cock as I lapped at my fingers. “More.” I went back to the source, using broad strokes with my tongue to get all her taste. Dimly, I was aware of the frantic tugs at my hair, and I looked up to see her twisting her head and mumbling.

“Fuck me, Zayn,” she gasped when our eyes met. “Fuck me now.”

I kissed her dirty mouth. I loved her fucking mouth. “Tell me what you want, Is.” I was kissing her everywhere. My lips trailed over her neck.

“I said it.” She bucked her hips, trying to get my cock between her legs. “I said fuck me.”

“Spell it out for me,” I coaxed as I rubbed my tip over her clit, loving the way her eyes rolled back in her head.

She looked at me as I nudged into her entrance. “I’m not good at dirty talk.”

I dipped my head, claiming her lips, kissing her deeply, savoring the taste of my woman. “You’re fucking perfect at being dirty,” I teased her. “Use your words, little Isla.”

“Fuck my…pussy.”

I winked. “And?” I was back at her breasts, licking her perfectly pink nipples.

“I want you to do it from behind.” When I raised an eyebrow, she hid her face behind her hands. “Notthat,” she wailed in protest. “I mean doggy. And…I want it hard.”

Holy shit, who thought Isla asking me to pound her from behind was going to make my cock harder than a rock. I flipped her effortlessly, pulling her hips up. I kept one palm between her shoulders, holding her down on the bed.

“Stay,” I whispered as I covered her back, kissing her neck. “Have you fucked anyone else?”

Isla stilled, then turned her head to look at me, fire flashing in her eyes. “No!” She glared at me. “You?”

I smiled at the look of jealousy she gave me at the very thought of it. “No.” I slid home. “That’s a good girl,” I told her. Her pussy hugged me, welcoming me back to my favorite place. I pulled out a little and then slammed back in. I registered her moan of appreciation and did it again and again.

“You feel so good,” I praised her as I fucked her. “Look at that pussy swallowing my cock.” I watched as I thrust into her. “You feel fucking perfect.”

“Zayn…” Her hands were curled into fists, her eyes squeezed shut.

I remembered the coffee spilling on her. “Oh shit.” I pulled out and flipped her. “Your chest, are you okay?”

Isla glared up at me. Her hand curled around me, stroking. “You stopped?” she asked incredulously. “I was ready to…you know. Get back in!”

I stifled my laugh, spreading her legs wider. I admired her body, and I loved how she hid behind her hands once more. “Look at me.” Isla shook her head, and I pulled her legs wider. “Lookatme.” She did. “Put your hands above your head,” I ordered, and she did. “Keep them there.”

I slid back inside her, watching her take it all, my hands on her thighs, keeping her spread as wide as she could. Her back arched, and I began to move slowly in and out.

Fucking hell. This was torture. My body screamed at me to fuck her faster, but I wanted to savor this. Reality would return, and she would remember who and what I was, and this would be the last time I was sinking into her.

“You’re killing me,” she gasped.

I pulled out, shuffling down the bed, and I licked her clit lazily. Just her clit. She moved her head down until we were watching each other. My tongue never dipped lower, but I hated that I was missing her sweet nectar as it dripped from her. I kept up a steady slow lick over her clit, letting it build and delighting in the look of her lust-filled eyes as her body writhed beneath my tongue.

Isla screamed as she came. Her legs instinctively tried to close, but I dropped my shoulders to keep her spread, and only when she was convulsing under my tongue, I dipped lower and tasted her. She was so wet. My fingers slipped in and spread her wetness everywhere. I felt her tense as I rubbed my fingers over her asshole until she began to relax.

I resumed licking her, two fingers in her pussy, one dipping in her ass. God, I wanted to claim that ass. I had been her first kiss. I hadn’t taken her pussy first, but I would take her ass.

She was so fucking wet and horny. I kissed up her body, kissing her, not surprised by the passion she kissed me back, not giving a damn that she was tasting herself.

“I want your ass,” I told her as I sucked her neck. Her legs were over my hips, and I felt her tense. My hand cupped her ass again, sliding against her pussy, coating my finger with her own wetness and teasing that tight little bud. “You ever had a cock in your ass, Is?”

“No.” Isla shook her head. “I don’t think I want one either,” she whispered, not knowing her ass was swallowing more and more of my finger.

“You sure?” I withdrew my fingers from her pussy and just moved the finger in her ass. Isla moaned as her hips began to roll. “Look at you.” I admired her. “Doing so well. So greedy.” I pushed two fingers in her pussy and then pushed them into her ass, loving the tight squeeze of her around my fingers. “You’re taking my fingers so well.”

“It burns,” she groaned, but her hands were on her nipples, pulling at them, as her hips continued to fuck against my hand.

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