Page 65 of Ruin
“And you checked out, didn’t you?”
I nod. “My brain takes me to you when I’m stressed out. Some women interpret that as an invitation. And then I’m coming, saying your name, and they stop bothering me.”
“But if you really have never had sex before, how did you know that it would hurt me? How did you know what to do?”
I laugh at the baffled look on her face. “I have brothers, Gi, one of whom loves more than anything to tell me all thedetails of his exploits—and he fucks a lot of women. And while I never let myself think of you like that before you turned 17, I’ve had 693 days and nights to do nothing but think about all the things I want to do to you. I hope you’re ready.”
“Ready?”
“It’s going to take me a lifetime to fuck you all the ways I have planned.”
“Yeah? How?” She settles her elbows on my chest and supports her chin in her hands, her eyes sparkling.
“Do you have a few hours? Laying you down on the bed with your head hanging over the side so I can fuck your throat until you gag. Putting a ball gag in your mouth and fucking your ass while you’re wearing nothing but those boots of yours. Jerking off on your face while you’re sleeping and waking you up with my dick inside you so I can watch you come with my cum dripping off your face.”
“Ooh, Tommy, so romantic,” she giggles.
I look at her questioningly. “Really?”
“No,” she laughs. Then she thinks about it. “Well, to me actually, it is very romantic, but don’t try saying it to other women. I can’t promise they’d respond the same way.”
“Didn’t you hear me, sweet girl? You’re my only woman. You will always be my only woman.”
She physically melts into me, kissing my chest, then cups my face in her hands. “I never had a chance, did I?”
I tilt my head at her. “You’ve always been mine, Gi. I was just the first one to recognize it. Once that happened, I wasn’t going to stop until you realized it, too.”
She kisses my neck and breathes me in. “Nope, I never had a chance.”
25
Giovanna
I’m dreaming of Tommy inside me, my body tense, hips rocking as I move closer and closer to orgasm. Wetness slicks my thighs, soaking the sheets, and I hear myself moaning.
When I open my eyes, Tommy is standing over me, his fingers buried deep in my pussy, stroking his cock over my bare breasts. I’m naked in his bed, and I spread my legs wider for him. When his gaze hooks mine, I drag my nails lightly over his balls.
He groans. “Harder.”
I hesitate, afraid of hurting him, but obey. My nails bite into his skin, raking downward until he moans my name.
He pulls his fingers from pussy and shoves them in my mouth. “Suck.”
I do as I’m told, tasting myself, until he pulls my jaw open wider and presses the head of his cock against my lips. His orgasm hits, hot and heavy, and he floods my mouth, moaning my name. I gag but swallow it down, licking him clean while my eyes lock on his, waiting for approval. Am Idoing it right?
He traces his finger along my jawline, then kneels down and kisses me deeply, tasting himself on my tongue. When we come up for air, I sigh.
“Well, I’ve never been woken up like that before,” I murmur, rolling on my side with a lazy stretch.
“I fucking hope not.” He has a strange look as he goes to the bathroom to wet a washcloth and returns.
“What’s wrong?” I ask as he wipes my face.
His mouth twists like he’s tasting something bitter. “New Year’s Eve, when you said none of the men who came on your face ever ghosted you.”
My stomach drops, and I grab his hand. “Tommy, no one’s ever done that to me. Ever.”
“You said—”
