Page 48 of Ruin
She moans, massaging my balls with her tongue and stroking my wet cock hard and fast. I throw my head back against the seat.
“Lick me. Just like that. Holyfuck.” I push my cock into her mouth and fuck her face. I can’t think anymore. Can’t separate want from need. My hand twists in her hair, dragging her up and down my cock, punishing, relentless. “Breathe through your nose. That’s it. Fuck, you’re doing so good.
She moans, doing as she’s told, and I push two fingers inside her, her pussy so tight and wet that she clamps around my fingers like a vise. I fuck her to the rhythm that she’s sucking my cock, hard and fast.
“Fuck, you’re dripping. My good girl likes sucking cock, doesn’t she?”
She whimpers, nods, tries to say yes with her throat full of me. Her whole body shakes as my fingers piston into her, my thumb spreading her arousal to her back entrance.
“Swallow for me, baby.”
She does her best to swallow around my cock, her mouth hot and tight, her throat pulsing around me, and a gasp rips out of my chest. Winding her hair around my hand, I use her mouth, forcing her up and down my cock as wet suckingnoises fill the car.
I pull her up and rub my wet dick all over her face, smearing her makeup, as she pants and moans, then shove my cock back in her throat. Dragging her wet mouth up and down my cock at a punishing pace, I finger fuck her pussy and rim her ass with my thumb. Shoving her head down, I hold her there, picking up the pace with my fingers.
She smacks my thigh urgently, gagging, but I hold her down.
“You breathe when you come,” I growl. “No fucking mercy, Gi. Do what you’re told: come for me and then I’ll come down your throat.”
I push my thumb into her ass, my fingers in her wet pussy. The noise that comes out of her is guttural, animalistic. She convulses, screaming around my cock, her orgasm ripping through her with the force of a live wire.
The reverberations of her throat, her pussy pulsating around my fingers, her ass tight around my thumb, the fact that I’m fucking all three of my sweet Giovanna’s holes at once—that’s it. That’s the end of me.
“FUCK!” The roar tears out of me as I slam her down, my orgasm detonating throughout my body. My cum is pouring into her as she gags and swallows and chokes on me, and I force her face all the way down my shaft so that my cock is deep in her throat.
I keep her there until I’m empty, until I’m shaking, until I’m sure she’s mine.
When I pull her off, cum and saliva drip from her chin, her makeup smeared, her eyes dazed and glassy. She is wrecked. Perfect.
She curls against me, her head in my lap, still trembling,her chest heaving. I smooth her hair, rub my thumb over her spit-slicked lips.
It’s like I’m imploding, every wall inside me giving way, my universe tearing itself down and rebuilding instantly around Giovanna as its core, its pulse, its heart.
For the first time in my life, the chaos in my head is quiet.
“You did so fucking good,” I whisper, almost reverent. “My perfect girl.”
My cock twitches where it rests against her cheek, softening but still raw, oversensitive. The sight of her wrecked and pliant like this makes my chest constrict until it hurts.
I can’t stop touching her. My fingers move automatically, sweeping through her damp hair, tracing her swollen lips, smoothing the streaks of mascara on her cheek. My body’s shaking, nerves shot, the aftershocks crashing through me in uneven waves—but if I let go of her, I’ll fall apart.
She shifts, pressing her face harder into me, and lets out a tiny, broken laugh. “Oh my God, Tommy…”
She’s breathless, dazed, as if she can’t believe what we just did, either.
“You okay?” My voice is hoarse, scraped raw.
She tips her chin up, eyes glassy, lips wet and red. “I don’t think I’ll ever be okay again.”
The words stab straight through me.
Because neither will I.
I cup the back of her head, pulling her up gently, kissing her spit-slick mouth like I’ve never kissed her before. It’s messy, desperate, my tongue sliding against hers, tasting myself on her lips. She moans into me, and I swallow it like oxygen, her nails digging into my chest.
When she pulls back, her forehead rests against mine.We’re both trembling, both panting, sweat slicking our skin.
“Gi…” My voice breaks, my throat too tight. “I shouldn’t have done that to you.”
