Page 141 of Beautifully Ruined
“You know I was going to run a line of dirty talk, tell you how you’re the kind of woman any man would lose his soul over, how you moan like you want to be fucked, hard, in the mud. Like you need to be taken in public, paraded like the thing you are, my toy. But I think I’m just going to take you in silence. And maybe it won’t be me. Maybe it’ll be someone else.”
I stop and step away, looking at her, the toy on the bed, her pussy red, swollen, ready. Wet.
And then I kiss my way along her thigh, taking the toy and pushing it slowly in her as I lick her pussy, not trying to get her close to coming.
She’s right next door to an orgasm, and I need to be in her when she comes.
It’s a different sort of edging, one of chaos so she can’t try to cheat the system.
I give one last push, and her ass swallows the thick part closing in around the thin bit before the base.
I start to fuck her with it, slow, monitoring her reactions. Then I push it in, and I get between her thighs, and lining up, I plunge into her. Her pussy opening for me, stretching.
She is fucking fire. And she ripples, her pussy contracting.
If she was tight before, she’s unbelievable now, and she makes the smallest grunt.
I still, letting her get used to the invasion in both holes.
She finally relaxes, and I start to thrust.
It’s a zero to a thousand in seconds, and I start to take her hard, slamming in deep, and she makes a screaming sound, her entirebody coming hard, but I keep going because I know she’s got more to give and soon I can feel the deeper ripples, the ones that aren’t just her pussy, but seem to come from everywhere.
She’s sucking at my cock, and that ultra tightness is still there and it’s doing things.
The hard but soft silicone on the other side of her pussy is doing me in, and I’m holding on, barely, trying to contain it all, trying to let her come first, but the moment she starts to spasm, almost wrenching my dick off, I’m hit by a wall of pleasure that sweeps through me as I swell and twitch and cum, deep inside her, almost blacking out.
After, I untie her, remove the plug and the gag, and uncover her eyes. I pull the covers around us and hold her close, kissing her beautiful face.
She holds me, her eyes glazed as she floats, still lost in the moment. When she comes down I’ll bathe her, feed her water. And then I’ll hold her all night, but first? I’m just going to stay here, holding her.
I brush my mouth against her temple. “Mine. No one else’s but mine.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
VIOLET
I don’t knowwhat time it is when I wake. Cade doesn’t. And I sit up, studying him.
He needs a shave, even though I like the slight beginnings of stubble he had last night, and he looks hot as hell with some scruff. But I don’t want to be covered in beard burn.
Scratch that. I love the thought of being marked by him in such a way, the reddening of skin, the slight peeling like I just got some kind of major exfoliation except I had it concentrated around my mouth and chin.
What I don’t want is those marks on me in case I go in as a worker.
I shudder at the thought.
I get his trepidation. Why he doesn’t want me to.
He doesn’t want other men touching me, fucking me. And I don’t want that either.
But surely, I can find a way around it. They have bartenders, I could do that. Or…
Or maybe I am being stupid and naïve.
I rub a hand over my chin. Then I slowly peel back the quilt.
Damn, even soft he’s a good size. I never really thought about dicks before, not as a thing to be admired and turned on by, unless of course, they belonged to a man I desired and loved. But he’s something else.
