Page 131 of Ruthless Reign

He scattered bits of chalk onto the floor, resting my ass on the cool metal ledge where the chalk had been before he kissed me.

“Kaleb,” I moaned between kisses, somehow still so starving for him, even with the aftershocks of my orgasm continuing to shiver through my body.

“Yes, baby girl,” he said gruffly, nibbling on my lower lip. “I’ve got you. One more big ‘O’ and then you can rest.”

I sighed, the back of my head knocking against the chalkboard as he reached between us, dipping his fingers into me.

A choked sound of ecstasy tumbled past my lips as his fingers worked the over sensitive flesh. He finger fucked me against the chalkboard until I came for him, a hard sob in my chest as my pussy throbbed, pulsing around the digits with each thud of my heart in my chest.

Kaleb withdrew his fingers, lifting them to inspect my release glistening there and the remnants of Hardin’s and Aodhán’s, too.

I looked past him, finding Hardin and Aodhán watching us. Aodhán sat on a desk with his fingers steepled over his lips. Hardin acted as if he were cleaning himself off, not really paying attention, but I could see his interest as Kaleb brought those glistening fingers to my lips.

As I parted them, letting him dip them into my mouth, the heady salt of our mixed releases met my tongue. I moaned, closing my mouth around Kaleb’s fingers to suck off the taste.

“You like how we taste, Vixen?”

I nodded as he withdrew his fingers, letting them pop out of my mouth.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Vixen. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. You know that?”

The praise settled into my skin like a balm, making it tingle. Making me feel drunk on it.

Kaleb shifted his position, and I felt the brush of his tip against me, and it pulled my attention from Hardin and Aodhán to meet his bright eyes. “I lied,” he said with a wicked smirk on his lips and thrust into me in one brutal motion. “I want one more.”

The air left my lungs, and I struggled to get it back, clawing at his back as he adjusted to the feel of me. I adjusted to the length of him in all the beautifully abused places inside me.

“Think you can do that for me, Vixen?”

“Fuck yes,” I managed. I was already primed. Ready to go. I was willing to bet a good amount of money that I didn’t have that I’d come within minutes as soon as he started moving.

Kaleb wrapped his thick hands around my thighs, holding me up as he began to fuck me into the chalkboard.

Distantly, I heard Aodhán cough and say he was going to get some more water. Heard Hardin’s gruff reply of “I’ll come with you.”

But I didn’t care if they stayed or went as Kaleb kissed the sensitive spot where my neck joined with my shoulder, each one of his thrusts battering me against the board at my back.

My head hit the board hard, and he reached up, cupping the back of my head with one of his hands to prevent me hitting it again, making my chest swell with an emotion I didn’t know why I’d ever fought.

His breathing turned heavy, grew faster as he picked up his pace, rolling his hips into me, pounding my pussy until there was only him. Only the feel of his cock inside me, his mouth on my throat, his hand on the back of my head. And the sound of his pleasure grunted against my skin.

The chalkboard rattled behind me, starting to shift. Kaleb must’ve felt it, too, because he swept me off the ledge, spinning us, the movement making me dizzy.

My back connected with a table, and I let myself melt into the surface as Kaleb pulled himself over me like a warm blanket, fucking me slower now. Each one of his thrusts measured and purposeful. Perfectly executed. A goal point toward a game he wasn’t going to lose.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him tight against me as I moaned into his ear, moving my hips to meet his until I felt it coming. Like brakes giving out on a long hill.

I clenched my teeth to keep from shouting as I came hard, letting myself fall down that hill and crash and burn. Burn so fucking bright.

Kaleb came after three more quick thrusts, my pussy milking him as my climax rattled through me, forcing him to come with me.

And it was perfect. All of it.

Every filthy, intense, beautiful minute of it.

Kaleb lay like that, tangled with me atop the table until my vision wasn’t hazy anymore. Until our hearts stopped pounding against each other in our chests like they were trying to break free.

I ran my fingers lazily through his hair, and he pressed into my touch, lifting his head to look at me with a lopsided grin.

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