Page 65 of Ruin

She devours me.

Licking my tongue into her mouth, over her teeth, the roof of her mouth. Hers dips inside mine, circling it, caressing, long devilish licks, she groans into my mouth, the satisfied rumble filling my own chest, heating my blood.

My heart is thundering inside my chest, battering against the bones that hold it captive. And her fingers are working my trouser button and zipper, her tiny hands pushing them lower on my hips. She thrusts her hand inside the leather, fisting my thick, hot cock. A moan rattles my teeth as I bite her tongue, both of her hands stroking and pulling at my pulsing length, the tip weeping.

Hands holding her up by my hold on her neck, she whimpers, her tongue licking over my lips, lapping at the saliva smeared on my chin. She fists my length hard, the other hand coming to my chest, pushing me back, she angles her hips, and I’m grabbing them, lifting her high and impaling her on my swelling cock.

We both groan, fingers driving into her hips as she attempts to lift herself, fucking me. It’s messy and uncoordinated and I know it’s a lot for her, but it feels so good, I don’t stop her. Letting her do what she wants to me. Her cunt wet and hot and tight. Clenching around my shaft, my cock pulses, her walls dragging up and down, working along my length.

She pants into my mouth, kissing me, and I kiss her back. Biting and sucking and fucking our tongues against each other’s. And I don’t want to ever stop.

I feel alive, better than alive.

Her and I.

Two corpses reanimated only for each other.

Jerky hip movements on my lap, her pussy so fucking tight, I’m going to come, she’s going to make me come.

Her nails drill into my bare shoulders, clawing too deep, feeling the skin pop under the pressure. Blood is dripping steadily down my chest, my back and I want to lift my hips, fuck up into her, but I don’t. She’s fucking me and it feels so good, I don’t know how I could ever try and stop her.

She doesn’t stop kissing me. My tongue thrusting into her mouth like I want her to feel it in the very back of her throat. She bites down on it, sucking hard and I’m coming. My hands locked on her hips, fingertips nothing but bruising, I come. Emptying deep inside her, my cock kicks, filling her up.

Ava doesn’t slow down, doesn’t stop, not until her eyes are squeezing closed, her neck arching. She breaks our kiss and grits her teeth and I watch her make herself come using nothing but her tight cunt gripping my cock and it is fucking beautiful.

Her walls clench, my cock twitching and I dive back in for her mouth. Kissing her and breathing her in and she keeps working her hips on my lap. Slow little circles, her pussy fucking squeezing me, and I’m getting hard again, breathing her air. Sucking her skin and she’s picking up the pace again.

Using her grip on my shoulders to lift her slight weight, I don’t hold back this time. Fucking her and fucking her and I wonder if this is love. If this is what it feels like.

Pure. Fucking. Ecstasy.

Chapter28

Ava

Leather scent fills my nose, tinged with smoke, copper, something clean,Charlie.I sigh quietly. Body jostling, there’s heat in my tight lower belly, my hands are palm down, those, too, touching leather and a small frown line grows between my brows.

I feel hot, my skin itching, and I feel something covering my body. My brain feels fuzzy, and I squeeze my eyes closed tighter, not wanting to wake up yet. But I don’t know when I went to sleep… My head feels heavy as I try to remember, mouth dry and tongue thick. I think of the pills in Charlie’s open palm, his long fingers placing them on my tongue, the water he made me drink.

Charlie drugged me, and I let him.

There is leather beneath me, and I don’t understand what it could be from. It isn’t warm like when I slept in Charlie’s lap, and it feels different somehow, feeling it only beneath my cheek, my hands, wrists. There was a huge black t-shirt pulled over my head of matted dark hair, sleeves too long and Charlie rolled them up to my knuckles. I thought I would like to have the privacy of clothing, but I instantly wanted it off. And he made me keep it on.

There’s intense heat between my thighs, and his voice in my ear, and I can’t open my eyes, heavy and glued together with evidence of a deep sleep I don’t remember falling into.

“Such a good baby bird,” Charlie coos, his breath against my jaw. “Go back to sleep,” he hushes, his lips caressing my cheek and my body melts into the cushioned leather beneath me at his words.

His lips stay pressed to my skin and a groan I can’t smother seems to rumble from my throat, his breathing is heavy, harder, hot breath against my face.

There’s wetness on my thighs, a deep ache in my belly, and he’s thrusting into me, pinning me down with his weight.

“Mmm, so good, Baby Bird,” he whispers, my eyes straining to open, lashes fluttering. “Keep your eyes closed,” he coos the command and I stop trying to see. “That’s it,” he grunts lowly, kissing my cheek. “Do I feel good inside of you like this, my little Ava?” he asks and a moan hushes from my lips in agreement, a shiver working its way up my spine like a slow unfurling heat. “I’ve already fucked you three times. You took me so well whilst you were unconscious. So beautiful,” he rasps roughly, his voice a whisper and it’s clearer this way, less strain in his words. “I’ve come so deep inside you, Ava, there’s no way you’re not going to be full with my baby soon.” I am panting, my pussy pulsing around him as he slowly thrusts inside of me, almost tenderly.

Thinking of him doing this whilst I slept, not knowing that he was using me. I’m sure it should feel wrong, but I feel so good, knowing he wanted me, even like this, limp beneath him, not able to squeeze myself around him like I do now. A low groan tears through his teeth, the vibration of the sound rattling my teeth where his mouth is pressed to my cheek in something resembling a kiss. But this, the way his teeth scrape along my cheekbone, it feels desperate and owning and my cunt tightens harder around his slowly thrusting cock.

I don’t think about him coming inside of me, with no protection, no testing. Although, I, myself, have had testing, every time I am dealt between hands, to make sure I don’t infect my new owner with something forced upon me by an abuser.

But to want to put a baby in me, something I think I absolutely do not want, I don’t fight him off. I am gone for this man. Perhaps something inside of me is broken, but I will let Charlie do anything he wants to me. I would let him butcher me into pieces if it meant he might keep me for eternity. Maybe he would kill me slowly, painfully, and I would enjoy it.

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