Page 82 of Keeping Ruby

He looks pained, but after a few beats, he releases my wrists. I pull him from his pants, unable to take my eyes off him as I begin to stroke him from base to tip and back again. I’m not sure he’s breathing as I explore the feel of him, heavy and thick, and so warm in my hands. His eyes are so dark, like a black hole sucking me in.

I want to make him wild. I want him crazy with want.

I want to shatter him as he’s shattered me so many times.

A bead of moisture appears on his tip, and his jaw clenches tight as he swallows hard.

Wetting my lips, I lean forward and lick his tip slowly. He hisses in a sharp breath as I moan a throaty sound, and then I open wide and take him in as far as I can.

“Fuck,” he bites out.

His dick is heavy and swollen and so smooth in my mouth as I bob my head, sliding him over my tongue, hitting his tip at the back of my throat, and sucking hard then light, hard then light. I see the madness in his eyes in the seconds before he spears my hair with his fingers. He angles my head, forcing my eyes to his as he begins to thrust his hips. He’s fucking my mouth with long and measured thrusts, hitting the back of my throat and sucking in air every time he does.

“I love your hot mouth, little wife,” he grunts between thrusts. “I’ve thought of filling this hole so many times, watching my cum drip from the corners of your mouth as I stuff you full of my cock and cum.” I love his dirty words. “Fuck, the way your full lips look stretched around me.”

His words make me so hot and wet…

I groan loud around his dick, wanting him to do to me all the depraved things he craves. I want to be the focus of his fantasies come to life. I want to be everything to this man who has become everything to me.

Possessed by the carnal sin that is this man, my husband, I dip my hand into my panties—into the wet between my legs. It’s the first time I’ve touched myself, and as I twirl my finger around my swollen clit, Kirill watches me with a dark hunger. Shadows of sin dance behind the black of his eyes, as he wets his lips.

“That’s it, wife. Touch your pretty little cunt while I fuck your beautiful mouth.” His hips lose their rhythm, his thrusts becoming frantic and hard and just a little brutal. “Fuck your pussy with your fingers.” He grunts. “Come all over your lovely hand as I come down the back of your throat.”

I do as he instructs, but the feeling isn’t quite right—I can’t?—

He spills his seed down the back of my throat in ribbon after ribbon, throb after throb of release. I take it all, swallowing desperately around him as he pins me to him, his tip lodged brutally in the back of my throat. It’s so hot, so raw, so Kirill, I nearly come—but can’t seem to tip myself over the edge.

Spent, he pulls from my mouth gently. With the pad of his thumb, he pushes a drop of his cum between my lips, before he growls roughly, “You didn’t come.”

I shake my head. “I—couldn’t.”

One minute, I’m on my knees before him. The next, he’s tossed me onto the bed. My mind spins as the sound of my shredding panties fills the space, and then his mouth is on me. His tongue slides between my entrance and clit and back again, teasing me—driving me wild. My fingers curl in the mussed sheets as my neck arcs. He sucks my clit into his mouth with a delicious violence before he releases it to spear me with his tongue. Stars dance behind my eyes as he forces my legs wider apart, I feel the warm wet of his spit before I feel his finger against my—butt.

“No!” The word is something between a shriek and a moan.

“Yes.” His growl rumbles through me, and then I feel a slow but insistent pressure. His mouth is on my clit again, and he’s pushing his finger into my tight hole.

When I make to escape him—to escape the pressure, he clamps the iron band of his arm around my waist, pinning me in place. And then he begins to pump his finger slowly in and out of my hole as he toys with my clit with his teeth.

The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

I’m not me anymore. I am sensation. I am something other. Something?—

“Oh!” Something is building. White hot light is arcing through me. Fire. Lightning. Chaos. “Kirill!”

He loses my clit to peer up the length of my body at me. “That’s it, wife,” he urges roughly. “Come for me. Shatter as I finger-fuck your sweet ass, and know that soon, it’ll be my dick in here. Spreading you. Stretching you. Fucking you.”

His words send me over the edge, and as I come unstitched in an orgasm that powers through me like no other, he pulls his finger out of me and, gripping the base of his hard dick, he slams home inside my core.

I scream as I erupt again. He rides me through wave after wave, slamming into me with a hungry kind of desperation that I pray we always know for each other. And then he’s filling me with his release again.

I am entirely spent, my limbs liquid as I lay on the bed, heavy and achy and weak from the violence of my orgasms. Kirill, however, is as composed as ever as he tucks himself back into his pants.

He leans down to press a kiss to my mouth, giving me more dirty words. “Be a good girl and sleep. I’m going to be hard as fuck all day long knowing the scent of you coats my dick, so when I return, be prepared to be fucked,” he threatens, “hard.”

With that, he presses one more kiss to my mouth, before he exits the room.

For my part, I do as I’m told and sleep.

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