Page 137 of Ruined

“You can’t deny it, you whore. It’s dripping out of you and soaking my sheets. You’re a sick fucking freak.”

Again, she yanks at her cuffs, so I reach up and unclasp them from each other. Not for long, though—I flip her onto her stomach and connect the cuffs behind her back. I have to yank her legs open again, and I shove a pillow under her hips to give me better access.

Athelia turns her head to one side so she can breathe. Some of her hair is stuck to her face, caught in the drool and tears coating her cheeks. She’s exactly the way I like her—crying, pissed, and a fucking mess. The only thing that would make it better is if she was wearing makeup so I could ruin it.

Lightly, I trace a finger down Athelia’s spine. She shivers and arches her back.

“You like that?” I taunt. “Want more?”

She shakes her head and tries to close her legs, but her thighs hit my knees, which keep her nice and spread open for me.

“Maybe I should fuck this perfect ass of yours.” I smack one of her cheeks hard enough that she yelps. When she tries to roll onto her back to inhibit my access, I grab her hips and pin her down. “No? Then be good, and I won’t fuck your ass.”Yet.

Athelia sniffles, but when I squeeze her ass right where I spanked her, she moans. I do it again as I get into position and just barely slide into her pussy. This time, she tenses, moaning while shaking her head.

“Just can’t make your mind up, can you?”

I enter her in one hard, deep thrust. She screams and kicks her legs, but there’s nothing she can do. I’m too strong, and with her hands restrained behind her back, she’s helpless.

“If you didn’t want me to put this pussy to good use, then you shouldn’t have fallen asleep in my bed without any clothes on.”

Her sob is so loud it echoes off the ceiling. I grab her hair and press her face into the mattress. She won’t be able to breathe easily like this, but that’s exactly what I want. My little slut needs a reminder that I can do whatever I please to her body, and she has no choice but to take it.

As I hold her like that, I pound into her. Athelia clamps hard around my dick as her screams morph into wanton moans. It doesn’t last long, though. Eventually, she realizes she can’t get enough air, and she starts struggling again. She writhes underneath me, and her futile attempt to free herself only makes me drive into her harder.

“That’s it,” I groan. “Fight me with everything you’ve got. It’ll never be enough.”

Her whimpers turn panicked, and her movements grow wilder. She’s freaking out, probably wondering if she made a mistake in trusting me like this. I hold her down for a few more seconds before yanking her head up.

As Athelia gasps in air, I let go of her hair so I can snake my hand around her throat. I don’t squeeze—she needs to recover from having her oxygen supply cut off for so long—but I keep my grip firm.

“I’m going to fillyour tight little pussy with cum, and it’s going to leak out of you while I keep you in bed next to me all night.”

She can’t respond well thanks to the gag, so she just shakes her head and groans. God, we’re so far in, and she’s still trying to fight.

I love it.

“Resist all you want, my soul, but you’re mine.” I thrust into her harder, feeling my orgasm approaching. “And I’ll have you whenever I want, however I want.”

Finally, Athelia slumps into the mattress with a sob, giving into her fate. Watching it happen—watching her give up after fighting so hard—sends me falling into one of the best orgasms of my life. I come so hard my vision blacks out, and I barely register myself groaning her name.

When I’ve finished, I slowly pull out of her. My arms are shaking, and I’m overtaken with the urge to kiss her.

I toss my mask to the floor before undoing Athelia’s gag. Not bothering with her cuffs, I force her onto her back. Drool covers her lips, so I wipe it away with the sheet before slamming my lips to hers.

“Wes,” she moans, like she’s been craving this exact moment ever since we got started.

“Goddamn, Athelia.” I kiss her again, again,again.I just can’t get enough.

Athelia arches into me. Her body is so warm, so perfect against mine. I roll us over so she’s on top and straddling me, and I grab onto her waist.

Whimpering,Athelia begins grinding against my softening dick. It’s too sensitive, so I tighten my grip on her hips until she stops.

“Please,” she groans.

I smirk. “Oh, did you think you’d get to come? Silly girl.”

“W-what?”

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