Page 45 of Ruthless Son

Without warning, his lips slammed down on mine, one hand threading through my hair to tilt my head back for a better angle so he could take more of me.

And I was drowning.

I was held under him, while his fist tangled in my hair, keeping us locked together, and his tongue plundered and fought with mine. I arched into the kiss, pushing myself closer onto him. I grabbed his shorts, dragging his hips deeper between mine until I could feel every inch of solid muscle pressed against me, and I groaned into his mouth, the sound inhaled by his invasion.

His groan met mine and I relished in the hum of pleasure on my lips. With deft hands, he worked my shorts down my legs until they dangled off one foot, where I forgot all about them as his fingers buried themselves inside me, testing my readiness, plunging in and out in a move that mimicked his tongue.

For just a second he released me and I gulped in great mouthfuls of air, oxygen spreading through my lungs as I watched him push his shorts down over his hips releasing his hard cock, the tip leaking his excitement.

There were no words between us, it was just him and me and the silent surroundings, our harsh breathing loud in the outdoors. With a thrust of his hips, he was half way inside me, and a shout of surprised pleasure escaped me. “Oh shit,” I breathed out, feeling him fill me up and start to move, in and out, in and out. With each thrust, he went deeper and deeper, faster and faster, until I didn’t know where he ended and I began. Our hips moved in sync, pushing toward each other, both of us selfishly working toward our own climax.

With a pained moan, Rex ripped himself away from me, leaving my pussy empty and unfulfilled. My thighs snapped shut automatically, disappointment curling inside me, replacing the flames of passion he’d ignited.

“Open up, princess. I’m not done.” His eyes sparked determinedly, as one hand delved between my legs, pushing them back open. He zoned in on my clit, two fingers pressing against that sweet spot, making circles and sending lightning bolts through my body, down to my toes, the offending digits curling inward against the bench.

I could barely keep my eyes open, I wanted to just let go, to give into the feelings that Rex was creating while he used my body. But his other hand reached down and grabbed himself, and I forced my eyes open, intent on watching him pump his cock right in front of me.

His fist moved over the thick head, the pre-cum dribbling on his hand, while his other buried itself inside me—three fingers deep and stretching me open.

He beat his fist along the hard rod, savage grunts escaping his lips. Just watching his wild abandon and the excitement of getting caught tipped me over the edge, my hips lifted toward him as I felt a gush of liquid squirt out of me.

“Fuck yes, that’s it. Squirt all over me, princess.”

My cheeks heated as I came down from my high, his hand glistened with my juices as he raised it to his lips, sucking my taste off him.

His moan was loud around his fingers as his cum sprayed all over me, coating my stomach and thighs with his pleasure. His hips bucked forward with each stream, his eyes closed as he savored my pussy juices, sucking each finger into his mouth and releasing it with a groan and a pop.

I’d never squirted before, not once in all the years I’d been sexually active, and with a flick of his fingers, I’d coated him with my release… and he loved it.

Every shred of embarrassment evaporated, his enjoyment of it was evident in the blazing blue of his lust-filled gaze.

My brain was completely blank of all coherent thought, the unexpectedness of the situation caught me by surprise and for once in my life… I was speechless.

“These were my favorite pajamas,” I muttered to myself, pulling the sticky top away from my belly.

“They’re my favorite too, can’t you tell,” he said hoarsely. Stripping out of his shirt, he wiped the evidence of our encounter away, before helping me right my shorts, his hands lingering on my thighs. Thoughts swirled behind his eyes, his frown a complete contrast to minutes earlier when he had looked at me with… adoration? Or was it just lust in the moment?

“Let’s go.” Without waiting for my reply, he picked me up, urging me to wrap my legs around his waist, his arms cradling me under my ass, then turned and walked toward the door.

My fingers clutched his bare shoulders, the sweat cooling on his skin. “Wait, wait.” He came to a halt, and he stood there waiting, holding me tight to him, there wasn’t a spare inch between us. “What if someone sees?”

His smile lightened his face, this close I could see every striation of electric blue, and every line at the corner of his eyes. “Darlin’, it’s shit-o’clock in the morning, no one’s up right now except you, me and my dick.”

And with that, he carried me inside, proving that in fact, we were the only ones awake.

Mia

Rex lay sprawled across the bed, his large body taking up every inch of space. I lay curled up beside him, my head resting on his chest, feeling the gentle rise and fall, my arm draped across him. His fingers played in my hair, a gentle caress that was lulling me to sleep.

The open window let in a cool breeze that was clearing the air of sex and sweat, and helping to lower my heart rate. I could feel the thump of Rex’s beneath my ear, slowly coming back to a normal rhythm.

I didn’t even know what time it was, the day had passed by quickly in between bouts of heavy fucking and leisurely love making… with some snacks thrown in to help keep our energy up. Now, I lay replete, content to just lay in his arms and relish in the feel of his warmth beside me… the pure comfort of being next to him was jarring. I’ve spent all day in Rex’s company, and I only seemed to like him more and more. He wasn’t just a biker who rode around picking up women, which was a very real thought when I’d first seen him. He had a college education in the medical field, and sure he used it to deal with dead people, but he was smart.

The combination of brains, brawn and wit was a deadly combination. Because I liked him.

And it was playing havoc on my life. In that half-awake state where I lounged beside Rex, I imagined what my life would be like if I stayed here. I’d have to transfer my nursing degree so I could work, and the pay was definitely better here than in the UK, so finding somewhere to live and paying bills wouldn’t be an issue. If Millie was intent on staying here, we could get a place together. Dad could come and visit if he got a carer to stay with his wife for a short time, and he’d feel far better about me being here with her. I could easily rent out my apartment, it’s in a prime location so the mortgage would be covered. The little things fell into place, but the biggest thing… the main part was… would I be happy here?

My heart was telling me ‘yes.’ But my mind was stuck on the logic that I’d known him for less than two weeks. No good ever came from a holiday romance based on lust. What person in their right mind would move thousands of miles away for a guy they’d just met… except Millie, but I’d already established that my baby sister just wasn’t in her right mind half the time. Hell, she was off in a whole other world most of the time.

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