Page 50 of Ruthless God

“S-Snow, it’s too much. Please, stop. I can’t take any more.”

I completely ignore her.

She wants this. She wants to be fucked beyond reason.

When she tries to straighten out her legs, I hold her hips, keeping her in place as I fuck her hard. She screams as her orgasm rips through her and I feel her pussy squeeze the life out of my dick.

It feels so fucking good, I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this. I should have fucked her the minute I laid eyes on her. I should have fucked her the night we went swimming in the ocean. I had so many opportunities to fuck her and I didn’t.

She sags against the bed, the side of her head resting on the sheets, all the while I continue to fuck her. Her eyelids are heavy-lidded as I come inside of her. When I pull out of her, I go into the bathroom, turn on the faucet of the tub, and I go back into the bedroom to remove her shirt before I scoop her up in my arms like a newborn baby and place her in the tub.

She casts me a bewildered look. “Have you bumped your head?”

I arch my eyebrow. “No. Why?”

She sighs at the feel of the steamy water on her skin. “Why are you being nice to me? Usually, you leave me covered in your cum.”

“Let me be nice.”

I slide into the water across from her, and she stares at me like I’ve grown three heads.

“You’re up to something.”

“Why do I have to be up to something for me to take care of you?”

She shakes her head, brings her knees to her chest, and stares at the tattoo on my chest. I’ve never been this intimate with any woman, and I’ve never bathed with one either.

“Whatever,” she mumbles under her breath.

“What did you say?” I ask, daring her to repeat herself.

She shakes her head. “Nothing. Has Jameson found out who was sent to kill me?”

“Not yet, but he’s working on it.”

“I’m scared, Snow. I don’t want to leave here until he is found.”

“Understood.”

She nods, then starts to sob. I don’t like that another man made her cry.

When we catch the son of bitch, I’m going to make his death a slow one after I get all the information out of him.

“Don’t cry, Lyrical. That motherfucker doesn’t deserve your tears.”

“And you do?”

“No one deserves to make you cry—but me.”

“You’re insane.” She sighs. “Please, make me forget.”

I pull her to me and slide her onto my dick, bouncing her up and down. She slowly rides me, not giving herself time to adjustto my size. Once I come inside of her, I bathe her body, then I wash myself.

“Chase me through the woods,” she whispers. If I wasn’t paying attention, I would have missed it. “Chase me through the woods, find me, and fuck me, please.”

Usually, I would find something snarky to say, but I don’t. She slides off of me, getting out of the tub, and water drips onto the tiles. When she grabs a towel, she rubs the cotton fabric along her pretty flesh.

“Give me a head start.”

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