Page 120 of Ruthless Creatures
The head of his cock nudges my lips. I open them and take his erection into my mouth, sucking enthusiastically.
He slides the vibrator between my legs.
It’s exquisite torture, trying to breathe around his huge cock and not make a sound of pleasure as he slides the vibrator back and forth over my swollen, sensitive clit. When he pushes it gently inside me, I almost break and moan, but stop myself in time.
My hips, however, have a mind of their own. They rock back and forth wantonly as Kage fucks me with the vibrator and I deep throat his cock.
“Gorgeous,” he says through gritted teeth. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
My pulse is flying. I’m floating somewhere above my body, looking down, but I feel everything. Every vibration, every stroke, every throbbing vein in his dick as it slides against my tongue and lips.
I also feel powerful.
Because I know that if I say the word, all of this stops. Even though it would kill him to stop, he’d do it instantly if that’s what I wanted.
I don’t want to. In fact, I’m hoping this will never end.
Breathing hard, he pulls out of my mouth. He removes the vibrator and turns it off. Then he gets onto the bed, opens my legs wider with his knees, and settles himself over me, balancing his weight on one elbow, my thighs spread open around his hips and his stomach pressed to mine.
He slides his cock through my wet folds, up and down, then nudges against my entrance until just the head pushes inside.
I arch, gasping, out of my mind with pleasure, desperate for him to thrust deep.
He doesn’t. Instead, he reaches around me and slides his hand between my ass cheeks until he finds that forbidden little knot of flesh.
He strokes it with his fingertip.
I’m wet there, too, from all the wetness produced by his mouth, the vibrator, and my level of extreme excitement. So wet, all it would take is a gentle push and his finger would slide inside.
My chest heaves against his. My whole body trembles. Helpless in their bindings, my hands curl to fists.
Into my ear, Kage says in a throaty voice, “Color?”
He holds himself still above me until I whisper, “Green.”
Then he takes my mouth and pushes his cock deep inside me.
He fucks me with one hand cupping the back of my head and the other fondling my ass, playing with it, not pressing in but simply stroking lightly, around and around.
The sensations are overwhelming.
Him, huge and hot on top of me, his cock, huge and hot inside of me, his tongue in my mouth and his fingers gently probing me from behind. I feel utterly surrounded by him. Swallowed by his dominating masculinity. Consumed.
When he starts to talk to me in Russian—guttural, foreign words growled hotly into my ear—I’m there. I can’t hold on any longer. Waves of pleasure bear down on me with increasing speed until I’m bucking wildly underneath him, moaning his name.
He kisses me on the throat and commands,“Come.”
Then he breaches that tight little ring of muscle between my ass cheeks and pushes his finger inside me.
My climax hits me like an explosion.
I lose myself in a blinding whiteout of heat and pleasure, convulsing around him, a noise like howling winds in my ears. I hear him cursing from somewhere far off, feel him shuddering and hear his hoarse groans, but I’m way out in space, hurtling toward infinity.
Supernova.
Gone.
I’m feral, a wild thing uncontained. I’ve never experienced such intense feelings of bliss and euphoria. I don’t care about anything, past or future. Only now exists.
