Page 19 of Wreck Me

I cried out around his cock, when he then grasped mine, slicked it with my own pre-cum, then jerked the fuck out of me.

I stabbed my nails into his thighs, raking red-raw scratches just shy of drawing blood.

He groaned into my ass, the vibrations bringing a whole other realm of bliss into play.

I was close, so fucking close.

He fucked me with his tongue, deep stabbing probes that fucked up my insides in the most amazing way.

I was panting around his cock, digging into his thighs, then squeezing his balls.

And then it took me, ecstasy tearing through me, and I shot my cum all over his fingers, my ass bouncing on his face.

He pulled his tongue free and slathered my balls, making me shake and pushing my orgasm further and further until I was roaring around his cock and tugging violently on his balls.

A snarl sounded from him and he exploded down my throat, his delicious cum coating me and choking me as it just kept pumping and pumping, making me struggle to swallow it all down.

Some of it trickled down his shaft, mixing with my saliva and as I pulled off his cock, I licked it all up, not wanting to waste a drop.

I went to turn around, wanting to see that peaceful, satiated look on his face.

But then he started fucking my cum back into my ass with easy, sensual strokes of his fingers.

“Cas, you’re killing me,” I moaned, throwing my head back.

He reached up and stroked my hair. “Later, it’ll be my cock. You’ll keep my cum deep all night long.”

“You’ll plug me?”

“I will. Make you feel me inside you, then I’ll fill you up some more until you feel me everywhere, with every move you make.”

“Jesus.”

He slapped my ass, then grasped my hips, and he wrenched me back.

He had me under him on my back in the next moment with one of his lightning-fast Jujitsu moves. And then he was caging me in, looming over me in that hot-as-sin way, his palms slapped down either side of my head, his caramel waves falling like curtains over us, keeping us in our own little reverie—just the way I liked it.

I reached up and stroked his long hair that cascaded down past his shoulders. It was like a freaking lion’s mane. It went really well with his personality. At least the one he showed the outside world.

The dangerous dark horse that nobody dared to cross.

To them he was Ruin.

He was a ruthless businessman, but even more merciless with his enemies, any obstacle that made the mistake of putting itself in his path. When he got somebody in his sights, he absolutely decimated them, every part of them, every part of their lives, nothing left but ash in his wake.

To me, though, he was the constant in my life, my tether to everything. My confidant, my best friend, my lover, and every fucking thing. It had been me and him, and Bastian, since we were kids and had grown up in the same luxury gated community.

When the car accident had happened six years ago that had claimed the lives of both his parents and Bastian’s father, I’d thought I’d lose Cas too, thought he’d shut down like he did when chaos took hold. But he hadn’t, unlike Bastian. He’d held onto me.

I’d been there with him as he’d taken the reins of his father’s company, King. It had been in a fucking state when command had fallen to him at the age of seventeen, his dad had actually left it in a state of near financial ruin. But I’d been there every step of the way as Cas had rebuilt it into a hell of a powerhouse.

Just like he’d been there for me after what had happened to my sister a year before.

His empire was impressively diversified, dealing in real estate, imports and exports, boasting a next-level tech division, and even branching into the entertainment sector. Caspian King didn’t like to stay in one lane. He got bored easily, always searching for new endeavors to appease that thirst for more, for variety and challenge after challenge to sink his teeth into.

And it had been a trip working alongside him and seeing him and the empire thriving.

Until lately.

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