Page 26 of Sail Me to Ruin
She shakes her head no, not waiting to give me the satisfaction of a verbal answer.
I tsk. “Words, baby. You know I need your words.” My hands travel from her hip to the front of her bathing suit. Trailing my fingers against her skin, I snap the elastic against her flesh and she flinches.
As if the snap has restarted her, she speaks up, clearing her throat
“No, I don’t. But you did leave me…I thought that what we had could be special, then I felt like nothing.” Her words trail off to a whisper, so vulnerable.
My fingers slip into the front of her bikini and I find her soaked. Gliding through her wetness, I find her clit and slowly trace circles to tease her.
“That’s a good girl using your words. But let me assure you, I’m not stupid. I meant it last night when I said you’re mine.”
Pausing, I debate validating her feelings about me leaving.
If I want to keep her, I will have to tell her what she wants to hear eventually. I guess now will work.
Applying more pressure with my fingers, I pick up speed. “However, I can see how it looked to you, and I'm sorry if I hurt you. Now, be a good girl and bend over for me.”
See, I can compromise. I wish Knox could hear me now. The little shit.
Elodie hesitates, her head clearly in the way of my commands.
Removing my hands from her bikini and throat, I grip her hip hard and use my other hand to apply pressure to the middle of her back. Bending her forward, she tries to push back.
I apply more force and she folds slowly.
Once I get her all the way down, I hold her there.
“Spread your legs and grab your ankles. This isn’t going to be sweet or teasing. I need you now.”
She doesn’t give a verbal response but grabs her ankles and spreads slightly.
Nudging her legs with one of mine, I push them further apart. She wobbles a bit but both of my hands hold firm on her hips, not letting her sway.
Elodie holds her breath, waiting for my next move and I don’t make her wait long.
Holding her with one hand, I pull myself out and push her bikini to the side. In one motion, I thrust all the way in.
She lets out a soft gasp as I let her adjust to my size.
I set a slow rhythm, keeping her hips up with a punishing grip.
She’s going to look so pretty with my marks on her.
Pushing in and out, I drop the best part.
“You will not cum, Elodie. You have denied me all day and flirted with another man right in front of me. This is for me. I’m going to use this pretty pussy for my pleasure. Do you understand me?”
I pick up pace and she whimpers, her moans getting louder at the tempo shift.
“That’s it, let me hear you. Louder. I want everyone to know what it sounds like when a storm meets its match. It’s loud, chaotic, and so messy.” I try to keep my tone even but she clenches around me when I tell her to be louder.
Sweat sits against my brow as I let out a groan. I pick up the pace again and all we can hear in the jungle around us is the slap of skin and her moans.
The moans are borderline incoherent but I can make out my name and fuck as it leaves her lips.
God, she sounds so pretty when I crash into her.
Chasing my pleasure, I can feel my release building.
