Page 44 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. Two
If I could, I’d be sweet and gentle. It’s the kind of intimacy our previous conversation would lend itself to. But just like she’s struggling to stay quiet, I’m struggling to hold myself back. A need has taken over me—a need to claim her, to mark her, to make sure she knows I’m as in this as she is.
A couple days ago, I was doubting her feelings for us, worried this was just a rebound for her. I was wrong. So, so wrong. I know it now, but this conversation confirmed it more. She’s fucking ours.
“I need you up here.” I release her hair, snaking my arm around her and hauling her up so her back is touching my front. I thrust into her, and the new angle has me groaning into her neck. “So fucking good.”
The second my fingers wrap around her throat, she relaxes into me so fully it feels like she’s melting. It may seem like a little thing, but to me, it’s a signal of absolute, complete trust. She’s allowing me the power to take her life into my hands because she knows I’d never come close to playing with it.
With my free hand, I brush a finger over her hard nipples before traveling farther down. When I find her clit, she bucks against me, moaning a little too loudly.
“Shhh,” I whisper soothingly in her ear. “You can do it, sweetheart. I know you can. Come for me again, quietly.”
Both her hands grip my arm. I wonder what this feels like from her position—being choked, fucked, and fingered at the same time while not being able to make a noise. Good, I’d say, from the way she’s squeezing my dick.
As she gets closer to reaching her peak, her breathing grows more labored. I pick up my pace, and my god, she does so well keeping all those noises contained.
“I should fuck you like this more often,” I murmur in her ear. “My beautiful whore.”
A strained, tense noise escapes her. I’m so used to her screaming through her orgasms that it takes me a second to realize that phrase pushed her over the edge. Her body convulses against mine until I let up on her clit, still sliding in and out of her. It feels too good to stop.
I slow down, though, letting her recover and catch her breath. She slouches into me as a shudder runs through her.
“You think you can manage to stay quiet for one more?”
She whimpers, but she nods against my chest.
“And will you be good if I take your panties out of your mouth?”
Another nod, this one more enthusiastic.
“Open up.” I take them out of her mouth, and she coughs. The fabric is soaked in drool, so I toss them into the hamper in the corner of the room.
“Fuck,” she gasps. “I…fuck.”
Nuzzling my face into the crook of her neck, I start to pick up the pace of my thrusts again. It causes Wren to moan, but she keeps it soft enough.
“Rhett,” she whispers, and I grab her chin and turn her head so she can look at me.
“Say it again.”
“Rhett,” she groans, right before I slam my lips to hers. I love the taste of my name on her lips mixed with her arousal.
As I continue to fuck her, Wren’s breathing grows heavier and heavier. I touch her clit with my free hand, groaning when she clamps down on my dick.
“You’re staying so quiet, sweetheart,” I murmur against her lips. “I’m so proud of you.”
She whimpers, clutching my arms. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to last long enough to make her come again, not like this, so I ease out of her.
“Please don’t stop,” she whispers. “Rhett, please.”
“C’mere.” I pull her with me as I sit against the headboard. She turns around and straddles me, and I help guide my cock back into her. “Shit, Wren.”
Slowly, she moves up and down. She’s panting and moaning softly, lost in the sensations. This is exactly what I wanted—what she wanted. Both of us are sowrapped up in each other that our worries are barely distant thoughts. All I’m focused on is her, and all she’s focused on is me.
“Touch yourself,” I command, smiling when she does so immediately. “Such a good girl, Wren. Now give me your other hand.”
Once she does, I grip her wrist and move her arm so it’s behind her and pressed securely to her lower back. My other hand moves to her throat, holding her there as she fucks me.
“That’s it,” I say lowly. She needs the reminder that she doesn’t have to think, doesn’t have to do anything other than what I tell her to. I’ve got her. “You’re going to make yourself come just like this, aren’t you?”
