Page 22 of Ruby Menace

Reaching down, she hurriedly unbuckles my belt, freeing me from my trousers. My cock is hard before her fingers even tighten around me.

“Like this?” Her eyes meet mine, her voice husky.

“Fuck. Yes, like that Ptichka,” I growl, thrusting into her hand, my hips bucking as she pumps me in a steady rhythm. Her touch is electric, sending shivers down my spine. I can’t remember the last time I felt this desperate, this out of control.

“Tiana,” I grit out, my voice hoarse. “You’re going to make me come.”

She smiles, her eyes dark with desire. “I want you to,” she whispers, her voice thick with lust.

“Not like this. I want to be inside you.” I grab her hips, pulling her closer, my fingers digging into her flesh. I can feel her heart pounding against my chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps. When I reach between her legs again, she’s soaking wet and ready for me. The fabric of her panties is slick with her juices, and it drives me to the brink. I want to feel her tight, hot pussy wrapped around my cock.

“Turn around,” I order, my voice low and commanding.

She obeys without hesitation, her eyes locked on mine as she spins around. She leans forward, resting her hands on the desk, her ass in the air. She pulls her dress up, revealing the perfect twin globes of her butt. I can see the wetness glistening on the white satin covering her pussy, and I want to devour her.

“This is in the way,” I mutter, yanking her panties aside. She gives a startled little cry, then wriggles her ass, her thighs splaying to reveal her glistening pink slit. I trace my fingertip along it, remembering how sweet and naive she was that first night I took her. I liked her then, but I like her even better this way, wanton and writhing for me. When I slide my finger deep, her back arches, and she moans hoarsely.

“Oh! Fuck!” Stretching her arms out, she grips the opposite edge of the desk. She twists and moans as I keep pumping my finger in. I add another, the wet sounds making my mouth water with the need to taste her. I’d go down on her now if I wasn’t so desperate to bury myself deep. I make do with pulling my fingers out and sucking on them, looking down at the slick stretch of heaven that I plan to lose myself inside.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

I can’t wait any longer. I step closer, my cock throbbing, and position myself behind her, my hands gripping her hips.

“Are you ready for me, Ptichka?” I ask, my voice low and husky.

“Always,” she moans, her voice thick with desire. “Fuck me, Kirill.”

Lining my cock up with her entrance, I thrust into her, sliding deep into her pussy.

“Fuck! Holy shit, yes!” she cries out, her body trembling. I can feel her muscles clenching around me, her pussy so tight and hot that I can barely contain myself. I start to move, my hips pumping in and out of her. Each thrust sends shocks of pleasure through me, making my cock pulse, sensations rippling down my shaft.

Tiana’s moans grow louder, her body arching with each thrust. The flutters around my cock start to intensify, her orgasm building. I want to make her come, to feel her body shudder with pleasure. I increase my pace, my cock sliding in and out of her faster, harder.

“Take it, little bird, take all of my cock,” I grind out through gritted teeth. I’m pounding into her like a man possessed, my hips slapping against her sweet ass. The sight of my flesh filling hers has me transfixed for a moment as her pussy stretches around my cock. Sweat trickles into my eyes, blurring my vision, but I don’t bother wiping it away. I’m not letting her go, not releasing my grip on the lush ass filling my palms.

“Oh God, Kirill,” she moans, her voice hoarse. “I’m going to come.”

I slam into her, my cock hitting the deepest parts of her channel. She cries out, her body jolting with pleasure.

“Oh! Shit! Yes!” She screams the words as she collapses onto the desk, her fingers clenched onto the desk. Her muscles spasm wildly around me as her orgasm washes over her.

But I’m not done yet.

I keep fucking her, my cock sliding in and out of her hot slit as she comes. It’s not enough. Even when she goes limp beneath me, I keep thrusting, my hair hanging damply over my forehead as I reach around to find the nub of her clit. I barely have to thrum it for a minute before she’s jerking against me once again.

“Come,” I tell her. “Come for me again, Ptichka.”

It’s an instruction I don’t need to give because she stiffens and then cries out, her face pressed against the smooth surface of the desk.

“Yes! Yes! Oh my… fuck!” Each word is punctuated by a slam of my cock until, finally, I can’t hold back any longer. I thrust into her one last time, my shaft swelling inside her. I groan, my body shuddering as I come, my semen spilling deep within her.

We both collapse forward, my body covering hers. When I gather her against me, wrapping my arms around her, I can feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps. We stay like that for a few moments, our bodies still joined, our hearts beating in sync.

Finally, I pull out of her with a wet sound, my cock glistening with our combined fluids. I help her up, turning her in my arms to face me. We kiss, our tongues entwining as we share the afterglow of our passion. When we break apart, her lips are kiss-swollen.

“Holy shit… that was incredible,” she whispers, her voice husky.

“Yes,” I reply. I try to keep my voice curt, but I can’t. She just took my pain and turned it into something bearable. I know that when I look down at her, my expression is tender. I take in a deep breath, allowing myself to get lost in the moment.

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