Page 64 of Lord of Ruin

“Some would call me sadistic.”

“Mmm… Not the teddy bear your sister made you out to be?”

I drove two fingers into her tight channel, marveling at just how wet she was. I was so enthralled with the way her muscles clamped around my long digits that I lost my train of thought.

“I need to know all your dirty little secrets,” she said, completely breathless.

“Let’s see. I enjoy action thrillers.”

“Mmm…”

“Rock music on a summer day. I even blast my stereo from time to time.”

“Stereo, huh? You’re an old guy.”

She made me laugh. “I guess so. Tell me about you.”

Her breathing was becoming heavier, her hand shaking as she tried to act nonchalant when bringing her wine to her lips. “What do you want to know?”

There was nothing more enticing that the sound a woman made when someone was pleasuring her. I added a third finger, taking my time sliding it in and out. I was certainly in no hurry. We had all night long to indulge in whatever fantasy she desired.

She did everything she could to act as if nothing sinful was occurring, but the way she continued to drag her tongue across her bottom lip, and the glisten of shame and need in her eyes sparkling in the twinkling candlelight gave her away.

“I, um… I adore dogs, but you already guessed that.”

“Perhaps.” I couldn’t help myself, pinching her clit between two fingers. She bit back a moan, tossing her long strands of hair over her shoulders as she half laughed. “Something more intimate. When did you lose your virginity?”

Every time she threw me a heated look, my control was challenged.

“You don’t play fair,” she managed.

“Never.”

“Well,” she purred, closing her eyes, “it was my eighteenth birthday, the only boy in high school who’d given me a second look.”

“I doubt that.”

“Oh, I was a tomboy with a geeky… side and I…”

Her voice faded away as I curled my fingers, hitting her G-spot. Her face was shimmering from a hint of perspiration. She brought the glass to her lips again, taking a few seconds before consuming almost a third. Jesus. Could there be another woman in the world who enticed me as she did? Certainly not.

When I stopped moving my hand, she gasped.

“Finish the story like a good girl or I won’t continue pleasuring you.” My growl was dark and heated, just another promise of things to come.

Every sound she made drew me into her carefully spun web.

“Um, he was… terrible. He lost it… seconds in and I…” She tried to continue, brushing a hand through her hair as she tried to lock her eyes with mine. Both pupils were dilated, which triggered another painful series of sensations in my already throbbing cock.

“What a fool to waste something so incredible. A real man needs to take his time pleasuring his woman, finding out every single thing that makes her tick.” I pumped my fingers in as deep as I could go, wishing I could lick every inch of her sweet pussy. That would come later.

“And you’re a real man?”

“You tell me.” I thrust hard and fast, rolling my thumb around her clit to increase the pleasure. When she gripped the edge of the table, her eyes rolling into the back of her head and the sweet girl was having difficulty holding back her scattered moans, I was certain everyone in the restaurant knew what was happening.

Not that I cared.

Yet as her breathing became even more ragged, I leaned closer in, not wanting to miss a single minute of her raging climax. While she did everything in her power to squash the sounds of raw ecstasy, she was failing in her task.

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