Page 54 of Beautifully Ruined
And it starts in my toes.
Electric pulses all the way up to my balls, all the way along my cock, and then I cum, a wild burst of pleasure that rocks every part of me, and I spurt down her throat, before pulling her off and tossing her to the sofa where I come up, and kiss her hard.
She’s trying to breathe. She’s lost and floating in subspace as her kisses are drugged, slow, perfection.
I take advantage and get on the floor, throwing her thighs over my shoulders.
Her pussy is perfection. “Such a gorgeous cunt.”
And I dive in. I lick everywhere, all that sweet nectar. And I bury my tongue in her. I imagine I spent time exploring, but the power is pulsating in me, and there’s more than enough time for sweet moments.
Nothing about this is sweet.
This is a claiming.
She’s mine.
She needs to know it in all possible ways.
And I’m going to want to fuck her again. Hard. I’m already getting back to full erection.
I slide two fingers into her as I suck and lick her clit, curling my fingers with each thrust to stroke her G-spot.
Her moans fill the air. Her shudders rock me. Her body starts to shimmer and clench.
Sucking hard, I force her orgasm to hit, and she cries out.
I’m a selfish bastard, and I need more.
Pulling my hand out and leaving her mid orgasm, I turn her, pulling her down to the floor, knees first, and push her face into the cushions.
With her hair around my hand, I slam into her from behind, biting her shoulder as I use her hard.
The pain in my chest from the hard jolts fading to nothing as she throbs around me.
Using my free hand, I find her clit and stroke her into screaming territory again.
Her coming hard on my cock is the kind of torture a man mostly only dreams of.
She’s already fucking tight, the slickness of her arousal allowing me to hit deep and hard.
The clenches are exquisite, they taunt and pull at me, pulling me down into the wild world she’s in.
Oh, fuck, I cum again, spurting into her, the pleasure rocking me as she squeezes hard.
The orgasm is everywhere. Invading every cell. And when I slow, finally coming back to reality, she’s slumped.
“I fucking love you, Vi.”
“I love you, too,” she slurs.
And I pull out to turn her and pull up my pants. Then I gather her in my arms and take her to my room to have her all over again.
Later,when Violet is asleep, naked, in my bed, I grab my laptop and head to the kitchen. And I reach out to one of the more shadowy Syndicate operatives, L.
L has tons of political connections, and I ask him about rumors to do with Walsh, but there aren’t any.
I sigh and plunge in. I’ve helped L out enough that he doesn’t ask one question when I ask him to help secure an internship with congressman Walsh for Vi.
