Page 31 of Ruin
His fingertips bruise my ass where he’s grabbing me, and while at first he seemed to be stopping me from sliding his cock inside me, now he’s moving my body against him, taking over.
“Eyes on me, Giovanna, right now.” His voice is low and dark, his eyes glossy with a mix of reverence and hunger, watching me as he slides me against his shaft. I happily do as I’m told.
I hear myself moaning Tommy’s name as if it’s coming from somewhere else, and he latches onto me with a growl. “Fuck, baby.”
Sucking my neck, my chest, biting my breasts, my nipples, he marks me. He slaps my ass with a resounding smack, not once but over and over until I’m squealing, my ass on fire, which amazingly makes me even wetter.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop! Oh my God, Tommy. Holy shit, I think I’m… Tommy….”
A low rumbling noise rolls through his chest, and he grabs my jaw, makes me hold his gaze as he pistons his cock against my pussy, grinding into my clit with each thrust. “Come for me, sweet girl.”
He is mesmerized watching me as I fall over the edge into the abyss. I come so hard my eyes roll back in my head and my body shudders and jerks violently against him. A rush of white noise overtakes me, and I can’t feel his physical contact with me anymore, can’t hear him, can’t see anything as I float off into euphoric bliss. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, shards of pleasure shocking me in waves.
As the shudders through my body start to subside and I find my way back to earth, Tommy is standing with me in his arms, carrying me to my bed.
I’m shaking as he wraps me in a blanket, then climbs in next to me and pulls me to him. My head against his chest, he smooths my hair and whispers softly, “That was amazing, baby.”
I snake a hand out from the blanket cocoon he’s made for me and slide my arm around his waist. He’s on his side, one leg draped over my body, his strong arms wrapped around me. His jeans are still unzipped, but his cock is in his underwear, the dark fabric completely soaked.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” I say, indicating the huge wet stain. I’m mortified and bury my face in his chest. I don’t know how that happened. It’s never happened when I’m by myself. I mean, I get wet, but not like that.
He lifts my chin with a finger to look at him. “Don’t be embarrassed, Gi. It’s my badge of honor that you came for me. And it’s not all you.”
It takes a minute for me to decode that, and my eyes widen. “You mean you came too?”
He chuckles. “Giovanna, you were jerking me off with your wet pussy. Of course I came. And watching you come—holy fuck. It’s literally the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. You’re a walking orgasm, sweet girl.”
“Wow.” Something like pride creeps in. I made Tommy Demonio come. My cheeks are red as I look up at him, tracing his strong jaw with my fingernail. There’s something I want to tell him, but I’m debating. Will it be weird? Make things awkward? The last thing I want to do is wreck this moment, but—“I’ve never come with anyone else before.”
His soft gaze sparks with surprise. “You didn’t come when you fucked—”
I shake my head, cutting him off. “I never fuckedhim, Tommy. I’ve never fucked anybody. This is the closest to sex I’ve ever come, and the only time I’ve ever come without my little rose vibrator.”
I can’t bear to see his reaction. Will he laugh? Be mad that I lied? I turn into him and cringe, waiting.
There’s silence for a moment. Then he squeezes me tighter and presses a kiss into my hair.
“My girl.” He whispers it so softly that I’m not sure I hear him correctly.
I lean back, touching his face, and for some inexplicable reason, I want to cry. No one has ever looked at me the way he’s looking at me right now. There’s protection in his gaze, as usual, but there’s also peace. He’s looking at me like I’m the reason he’s breathing. Like he adores me.
I reach up and pull off his baseball cap, and a lock of his brown hair falls down over his eyes. Brushing it back with my nails, I tuck it behind his ear as he strokes my collarbone with the back of his hand.
We’re looking at each other as he lowers his mouth to mine. Time slows as he kisses me so sweetly at first, then more and more intensely until I’m swept away in him.
He rolls me onto my back as he kisses me harder, like he doesn’t want to stop, like he can’t stop. My fingers are entwined in his hair, and I moan his name softly.
When he opens up my blanket and grazes his big warm hands over my naked body, our gazes lock. I can feel his heart pounding in his chest, matching the butterflies exploding out of my own. I open my legs and take his hand, moving it down toward my pussy, wet with both of our cum.
“Please.” I whisper the word, and he exhales hard, searching my face.
His eyelids heavy, he leans closer to me, his mouth hovering above mine as he sinks one finger inside me. I moan and arch my back as he looks up and down my body, watching me take his finger, his erection pressed against my hip.
A knock at my door makes us both freeze.
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Giovanna
