Page 118 of Mine to Ruin

“Hmm, your pussy knows exactly what you felt.” He kisses down the valley of my breasts, making my skin tingle. “Always wet for me.” His fingers slide in and out of me, and his thumb circles my clit. “But it would only be fair, since my cock is always eager to get inside my piece of heaven.”

I shudder at the sound of him ripping a condom open. He slaps his cock against my pussy, once, twice, three maddening times, and my head falls back, wet sounds of my need reverberating through the room. He slips just the tip inside, playing with and taunting my senses. I support myself on my elbows, whispering my need.

“Do you know now what it is you’re feeling?”

“Mmmm,” I try to answer through moans.

He buries himself to the hilt inside of me and I cry out, my head dropping. He brushes the hair from my face. I sneak a look at him, his eyes are hooded with lust. I ache with need for him, more, always more.

“What’s that?” He licks down my neck, nibbling on my jaw.

“Kian…” I gasp for air, and he’s thrusting in and out in the most maddening rhythm. I feel every ridge of his cock against my inner walls.

“Go on, angel, what part of me is buried in that tight pussy of yours?” he asks in a hoarse voice.

“Your cock.”

“My cock. Now, take it like the good angel you are.” He rolls us with him on his back and smacks me playfully on my ass.

“My ass, my pussy, my tits,” he says and drags me up to his chest and pushes me down his hard dick. In this position, I feel him even deeper inside me. He twirls my nipples and I bounce up and down, taking him to the limit.

He says in my ear, “My woman.” He grabs my thighs and adds, “I love to see that tight pussy expand around my cock. You grip my cock so good. Come all over it.”

My toes curl and my release crashes on me and I explode in fireworks of pleasure.

“Good angel.”

I smile into the pillows, while he throws out the condom.

“That’s not what I had in mind,” he says.

I roll over and ask, patting my heart. “You didn’t intend to fuck me today? That’s a first.”

“I get the impression you’re a good angel only when I fuck you.”

“Possible.” I giggle, and his hands attack my body; tears run down my cheek as he tickles me until I almost pee myself. I part my thumb and forefinger and say, “This close, Kian.”

He grins at me, and when I come back from the bathroom, an elegant dress is laying on the bed and a note from Kian.

Your fiancé would really appreciate you wearing me.

I put the green, vaporous dress on and apply a bit of makeup. I comb my hand through my hair so that it falls down my back in waves. Kian comes out of the walk-in closet, looking mouthwatering in a bespoke suit.

After the driver opens the door and we slide inside the car, I clasp my hands together. His surprises are the best.

“Where are we going?” I ask excited.

“New York.”

My good mood threatens to tip over.

“But you hate it there.”

“But I love you,” he says, and I take his hand and place a kiss on his palm.

On the jet, I press my head into the crook of his neck. We land as the sun sets. The sky is painted in a dark shade of orange and blue. We get into a black limo and the driver stops in front of a building. My mouth drops when I realize it’s the MET.

“They have exhibits on the works of O’Keeffe and Kandinsky,” he says and my heart threatens to spill over.

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