Page 22 of Ruthless Chaos
A growl slips out of me when I get a whiff of her skin—she smells like vanilla and brown sugar, and tastes just as sweet. I shove a hand under her dress, wondering if her pussy tastes the same.
Her heart is beating so fast I can feel it against my lips.
I’m about to dip my fingers into her slit when she puts her hands on my chest and tries to arch away from me. A mumble of protest falls from her lips.
I like that she’s making me work for it.
Her wrists are so small I can hold them comfortably in one of my hands. She stills long enough for me to slip two fingers inside her.
She whimpers when I spear my fingers deeper into her slick slit. I thumb her clit, curling my fingers inside her as I go. She falls against me, squirming while I pump into her.
Fuck, she’s so wet it’s dripping.
My cock’s straining against my clothes, begging to get in on the action. I feel her pussy clench around my fingers, and that’s when I let go of her wrists and start undoing my belt.
I kiss along the column of her neck, wanting to explore more of her body. There’s always time after, for that. Right now, I need to feel all of her.
“P-please, stop.” Her voice is strangled and breathy.
She speaks for the first time andthat’swhat she chooses to say?
My hands slow down but don’t stop.There’s no fucking way I heard her right.
Her pussy is still spasming around my fingers, dripping her juices down my hand. Her body’s trembling from arousal, and I’m sure if she tried to stand her legs wouldn’t hold her up.
I know a horny girl when I see one.
“No chance, sweetheart,” I say against her skin. I run my teeth along her neck, then soothe the marks with my tongue. She shivers, her hips undulating. “Your body is telling me something else.”
Her ragged breaths are in time with the motion of my fingers. She’s like putty in my hands. I’ll fuck the protest from her lips—clearly her brain and mouth want different things. When my belt and zipper are undone, I reach for the condom in my pocket.
I’ve got the edge of the wrapper between my teeth when her words stop me in my tracks.
“I-I’ve never had sex before.”
It’s dark, but the strobe lights in the distance give me enough light to see her swollen lips, tear-streaked face and the panic in her eyes. I piece her together in my mind.
The awkward dancing that caught my attention.
How quiet and shy she was when I first approached her.
The fact her kissing skills are absolutely horrendous.
Bloody hell, her innocence wasn’t an act.
It’s unlikely she would lie about something so embarrassing. The arousal coiled tight in my cock starts to fizzle, giving way for irritation to start heating my blood.
Of all the things, she’s a virgin.
At this point, I would have preferred if she told me she had the clap.
“That’s fucking pathetic.” I frown, using my shirt to wipe her arousal off my fingers.
Virgins are a no-go for me.
If I’m a girl’s first, there’s a high chance she’s going to get attached and want more from me. I don’t do the whole relationship thing.
I take one last look at her while I fix my clothes.
