Page 52 of Mine to Ruin

His lips are on my skin, and I feel it down to my toes. I put my hands around his neck and enjoy the feeling of his fingers exploring while he kisses me. In the throes of getting lost in him, I remember I have a cat to feed, and I detangle myself from him. He drags a hand through his messy hair.

“Angel, what could be more important right now than my dick inside of you?”

“Getting Luna fed. Your dick can wait. It’s not the one starving at the moment.”

He grabs his dick, and I squeeze my legs together to stave off my desire, the visual of him hard weakening not only my resolve but my knees. I get dressed and grab Diana’s keys, heading to her apartment. When I open the door, Luna is meowing by her food bowl. I hug her to me as Kian and I walk to the kitchen.

“So, hmm, what is in there that’s yummy to eat?” I ask Luna, and she licks her paw. I go through the options from salmon to tuna, and say, “You have more to eat than my fridge.”

I hear a very familiar and deep voice mixed with laughter. She gazes at him as she meows and rubs on his leg. He picks her up, and she purrs in his arms.

I furrow my eyebrows and say, “You little traitor.”

He pats her, and she rubs her head in his palm. They look so adorable; he holds her with so much care, my heart melts. He’s delusional if he thinks he’s not good because an animal lover could never be bad.

He dips his chin, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. “What can I say? I am good with pussies.”

“How long have you been wanting to say that?” I laugh with a hand planted on my hip, and he lifts a brow, no trace of shame on his face.

“Since you picked her up.”

I shake my head and go clean her litter tray. When I return, I open a can, and empty it in Luna’s bowl. She jumps out of Kian’s arms and lands gracefully on her toes.

“She likes you. Diana told me she’s picky when it comes to people. Do you know what that means?”

“No,” he says, sounding almost insecure.

I approach him and whisper in his ear, “Animals can sense if a person is good or bad.”

He backs me into the counter, his arms caging me in and cocks his head. “Nice try, but you left me starved. Feed my cock your pussy.”

“God, Kian, one of these days, my ovaries will burst.”

He grabs my hand, shutting the door behind us, and takes me straight into my apartment, closing the door with a kick. He pins me to the wall, his mouth trailing kisses up my neck, and my skin turns into a field of goosebumps.

“Have I told you lately how beautiful you are?”

“Hmm, a day or two might have passed.”

“We can’t let that happen again.” He slams his lips on me and peels off my dress. He places me on the couch, and bends me over. I look over my shoulder to see him lower himself to his knees. He grabs my ass cheeks, fingers digging in my flesh.

“Fuck, I love my prints on you.” He bites and slaps each cheek in turn, and my eyes roll back as I moan. The sting so pleasurable that I crave more and wiggle my ass.

“More?” he asks in a raspy tone filled with wonder.

“Yeah.” I love how free I’m with him to express myself, demand my pleasure. With him, I want more, I want everything. He delivers a rapid succession of slaps. My brain floats in this bubble where nothing exists but carnal lust. Everything with him feels like opening a door to new worlds of pleasure.

When he rips off my thong and buries his face in my pussy, I grip the couch.

“I thought your dick was hungry,” I gasp as his tongue is bringing me closer and closer. Pleasure shoots from within me like a geyser.

“My tongue is, too.”

After seeing stars I come down and lose myself in his eyes watching me with raw passion. He picks a condom from his jacket, and I drag him down to me.

“Eager, angel?”

I dig my nails into his shoulders. Eagerness has nothing on how I truly feel, unhinged, wanton, possessed to have him inside of me.

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