Page 47 of Ruby Menace

She rolls her lips together and then reaches out to stroke my cheek. With a determination fuelled by desire, I begin to strip off her torn clothes, my hands moving urgently but gently over her body as I do so; I’m mindful of her injuries but consumed by the need to possess her, to make her mine in every way imaginable.

Her black wraparound dress, which was cut open by Petrov’s men, falls down her shoulders, revealing her soft, supple skin. I stare down at her, drawing in a breath at the sight of all the tiny cuts Petrov’s men had inflicted upon her.

“They did this to you.” My jaw clenches. “Animals.” I dip my head and trace a small knick with my lips, and she shudders. I look up. “Does it hurt?”

Tiana shakes her head. “No. It feels good.” Her hands lift to stroke over my hair and then down to my shoulders and biceps. “Everything you do feels good.”

With my eyes on hers, I slide the straps of her bra down her arms, then reach around to unhook it behind her. It falls away, baring her breasts – lush, full, but not so large that they’d spill from my palms. Fucking perfection. I caress them, my fingers tracing the curves and contours, memorizing them. She moans softly, her body arching toward mine.

“Yes. Like that… I love that…” Her words are an exhale, her head dropping back against the car seat, her eyes fluttering shut.

I lower my head and take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and teasing until she’s writhing in ecstasy before I turn my attention to the other one. Her skin is warm against my mouth, fragrant and soft. I could bury my face in the valley between her tits and lose myself there.

“God… Kirill,” she breathes again. A flurry of gooseflesh has raised the tiny hairs on her skin, her nipples pebbled into tight pink peaks. I straighten, sliding my hand down her bare belly and then slipping my fingers beneath the elastic of her panties. The little strip of fur over her mound has been carefully tended. It makes me smile. She may have arrived in my world naive and untouched, but since then, she’s gone through a sexual awakening. Now, whenever I touch her, I find her ready and waiting.

Waiting for me.

Her pussy lips part easily when I slide my fingertip along them. Slick and wet, I can already imagine sliding into her, how her folds would feel around my shaft. Pushing my finger into her heat, I feel her body open eagerly, her muscles tightening. When I trace my thumb over her clit, her hips buck up, the leather of the seat beneath her protesting with the sudden movement.

“You are always so wet,” I murmur, watching her face as I slide my finger in and out of her slit. Her cheeks flush, her lips parting slightly as her breath comes quicker.

“Only when you’re around,” she manages to gasp out.

“Good,” I tell her, picking up the pace. “That is the way it should be.” The wet sounds of her body fill the car, the scent of her arousal swirling around us.

“So arrogant!” she chokes out.

“And this is a problem?” Not that it would bother me. But it amuses me to taunt her.

“I love it.” She squirms in her seat, dropping a hand down over mine, following my movements as I fingerfuck her. “I love all the messed up ways that you are.” Her back bows, and her head drops back again, her hand pressing urgently over mine. “Oh! Fuck!”

I stop what I’m doing, and she mewls a little.

“I want you,” Tiana says huskily. Her pupils are blown, her eyes dark with desire.

“Then take me.” I nip at her lips, feeling her breath coming faster. “I want to be inside you when you come for me, Ptichka.” She stares into my eyes for a second, and then her hands move down to my pants, unbuttoning them with trembling fingers. She slides her hand in, moving past my briefs and curling her fingers around my shaft. My breath hisses out, but I don’t do anything aside from sitting there and watching her.

She tugs at my pants, pulling them down, revealing my hard cock. When she glances back at me, there’s an impish smile curling her lips. “Are all men as big as you are?”

“I don’t know. I am not all men. And you will never need to find out.” I slide my hand into her thick curls, pulling her head toward me. The thought of her thinking of any other man’s cock has something clenching inside me.

She keeps her hand on my shaft, slowly starting to pump her fist along it. I feel myself pulse and twitch in her hand. Now it’s my turn to buck my hips up.

I groan low in my throat. “The things you do to me, little bird…”

“Good,” she says. “That is the way it should be.” She’s mocking me by using my own words on me. I respond by trailing my fingers over her lips. Her eyes widen as she tastes her own juices on them. “That’s me, isn’t it? That’s how I taste.”

I nod. “You taste of lust. Like heaven.”

“Heaven,” she whispers. “That’s where you take me. I want you to take me there now.” Awkwardly shimmying out of her panties, she climbs on top of me, straddling me with a confidence that takes my breath away. Dark waves tumble over her shoulders as she looks down between us, guiding my shaft along the seam of her pussy. Then, without waiting any longer, she impales herself on me, sliding down slowly, exhaling a moan as she settles onto my lap.

“Blyad,” I moan. “So good.” I brush her hair over her shoulders, framing her face with my hands. “Fuck me, Ptichka,” I tell her.

She gnaws on her lip, her eyes locked with mine as her body starts moving up and down in a rhythmic motion that sends shockwaves of pleasure through me. I grasp her hips, guiding her movements as we both lose ourselves in the pleasure of the moment.

The urge to drive into her like a man possessed almost consumes me, especially when she starts moving faster, her rhythm becoming jerky. But that’s not what I want right now; I want to savor this. I want to feel every inch of myself being engulfed by her, feel the clench and flutter and spasming of her pussy along the length of my shaft.

“Slowly…” I tell her, steadying her hips. I watch as she stares at me with lust-glazed eyes, gnawing on her lower lip. She has her hands on her breasts, massages them, tweaking her own nipples. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything hotter, and I want to draw out the experience.

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