Page 73 of Her Ruin

“Oh!”

The first swipe of his tongue was enough to make my toes curl. The second had me yelling out as he tasted the entire length of my pussy. The third had me holding on to the headboard. My hips started rocking over his face as he ate my pussy. His fingers slipped into me as he sucked my clit, and my body moved over his mouth as if I was riding him. My fingers tangled into his short hair, holding him as I ground against his tongue. I didn’t care if he could breathe. I needed this more than he needed air.

The room faded around me as I chased my orgasm. Good god, the man knew how to use his tongue. The sound of my heavy breathing should have embarrassed me, but all I could think of was how much I wanted to come and also for this to never end. A third finger pushed into me, and my head tipped back as too many sensations raced over my skin, and I no longer knew which one was which.

“Zayn,” I mumbled. “Zayn, I need more.” I dropped my head, my chin on my chest, and looked down at him.

He lifted me off slightly, and then I was on my back, his head in between my thighs, with him tongue fucking me with an unrestrained wildness that had me crying out his name while two fingers plunged into me, curling and finding a spot inside me I thought was a myth.

I came with such force I screamed out his name as my body convulsed, andhe didn’t stop.

He didn’t stop.

I came again, and I was sure I was going to pass out. I had no control over my body as he ate my pussy and finger fucked me until I was begging, begging him to stop. It was too much.

Zayn moved up my body, his teeth nipping at my breast, his tongue laving over a nipple on his journey to my mouth. The kiss was raw, a clash of tongue and teeth. My fingers dug into his shoulders, his hands gripping my hips as he pulled me lower on the bed.

I felt him at my entrance, coating his cock with my wetness, and with one hard thrust, he was seated deep inside me. My head tipped back as I cried out at the feeling of complete fullness, my clit throbbing from the overstimulation.

“Oh my god,” I groaned as he started to fuck me. His mouth was at my neck, his tongue running up the column of my throat, plunging into my mouth.

We were wild.

We were unrestrained.

We held nothing back.

He flipped me over, pulling my hips up and sliding into me in one move, pressing my head down onto the mattress.How was I even fuller?

“Your pussy is perfect,” he growled, his voice low, thick with lust. “I’m never going to stop fucking this pussy.”

Before I could answer, he was pulling me up, still deep inside me. He pressed his chest into my back as his hands cupped my breasts before he trailed one hand over my collarbone and ended up circling my throat.

“You ready to come?”

I shook my head. “I can’t,” I moaned breathlessly. “Not again. You go, it’s fine. I’m done.”

A dark chuckle sounded as he dipped his head into the crook of my neck, his body moving against mine. “Yeah, you can.” He nipped my earlobe. “Youwill.” He bit lightly into my shoulder. “I say when you’re done, Is. You’re not done.”

He lifted me, my legs pushed wide to straddle his lap, his hips rolling against me the entire time, as I moved up and down his deliciously thick cock. I felt so open, so exposed, and when his hand dropped down my body, his fingers strumming my clit, I almost resented that he was right as I screamed once more as my orgasm exploded deep inside me.

Falling forward, I heard him grunt as his hips slammed into mine, and a hand tangled in my hair, pulling me off the mattress. “So fucking good,” Zayn whispered harshly before he slammed his hips into me one final time, and I felt him withdraw and then wetness as he spilled his release over my back.

His head rested between my shoulder blades as we both struggled to catch our breath. With a groan, he pushed himself off me. “Don’t move,” he ordered, and I almost laughed.

Move? There was no danger of that. I heard the sound of water, and then Zayn was wiping down my back, kissing my shoulder before I felt him move away. I heard him wash his hands.

The bed dipped, and he pulled me into his body. The night-light clicked off, plunging us into darkness.

“Don’t ever tell me where you learned to fuck like that,” he mumbled, kissing my shoulder once more.

“Why?” I asked sleepily. The fact I hadneverhad sex like that was not something I would ever admit to this man.

“Because I’ll have to find the guy who taught you how to suck cock like that and fuck like that and kill him.”

My eyes flew open, and I instinctively moved away, but his arm tightened around me. I tried to relax, but his words had a frightening intensity. He didn’t say anything else, merely stroked his fingers over my tummy soothingly until I relaxed.

The room around us settled into an almost comfortable silence, leaving only the heightened rush of our shared breath and the warmth of our skin pressed together.

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