Page 58 of Ruthless Angel

“I want you to fuck me,” I said, my voice breathy and faint.

Blaze rose and reached for the bodywash. “Your wish is my command, my queen. Let me finish washing up first. I only had to take a fall once to learn my lesson about slippery shower sex. Fucking dangerous.”

The image of Blaze slipping and falling while trying to fuck made me burst into laughter. Shower sex certainly came with risks.

A few minutes later we were out of the shower and toweling off. Blaze used his towel to wipe off the mirror, cleaning the steam layer away. Dropping the towel, he grabbed me around the waist, pushing me up against the counter so I faced the mirror.

“I want you to watch as I fuck you.” He bent me over so my ass was in the air.

I was happy to do exactly that. I studied our reflection as Blaze reached between my legs from behind. Two fingers slipped inside me, pumping into my wetness. My soft moan made himraise a brow as he withdrew his fingers, replacing them with his cock.

The soft head of his cock pushed inside me in a teasing thrust. Then he withdrew, making me ache for more. An amused little smile danced about his face.

His teasing shallow thrusts made me impatient. I clutched the edge of the counter so hard my fingers hurt.

“Stop messing around and fuck me, Blaze,” I demanded, annoyed when he laughed.

“I want to hear you beg. Tell me how much you want my cock.”

I frowned at myself in the mirror. Damn him. Always a game player.

“Please, fuck me,” I pleaded, giving him what he wanted. “I need your gorgeous cock inside me. I can’t wait any longer.”

“That’s a nice start. Give me a little more.” He spanked my ass before holding tight, gripping it as he guided himself into me a mere two inches at a time before pulling out.

Frustration rose, making me impatient. “Dammit, Blaze, fuck me already. I need your cock. Nobody fucks me the way you do. Claim my pussy. Make it yours.”

“Mmm, I like that. Happy to oblige, my sweet.” With that, he thrust in deep, stealing my breath and my voice. “Better?”

Meeting his gaze through the mirror, I nodded. So much better. A sense of relief eased my frustration, bringing me to a place of bliss.

Blaze held my gaze. His dark eyes were filled with desire. There was something more there as well. Something emotional and deep that made me uneasy. I glanced away, afraid to see something I wasn’t ready for.

With a hand in my hair, Blaze forced my head back up. “Look at me, Clover. Look at both of us. Don’t make me tell you again.”

A whimper reverberated in my throat. I was afraid of what I’d seen in Blaze’s eyes. I knew he’d come to care for me during our time together. What if that wasn’t all? What if there was more?

“Fuck me harder,” I moaned, trying to break whatever spell had started to fall over us. “Make me come.”

Blaze’s hand remained in my hair, forcing me to look into the mirror. His other hand slid up my body from my hip to grasp my breast. His fingers found my nipple, pinching it tight until I yelped.

“You want it harder?” he asked, not expecting a response. “I’ll give you harder. Hold on, baby. You asked for it.”

Blaze’s expression changed. Brow furrowed, he bit his bottom lip as he drove harder into me. I let out a cry as he pounded me against the counter. The force behind his thrusts was almost more than I could take. It was exactly what I wanted.

I had no choice but to watch his face as he fucked me. There was something intimidating about staring into the eyes of his reflection as he owned my pussy. Despite the aggression in his thrusts, I knew I was safe with Blaze. He’d become a comfort in a world of turmoil. I loved that about him.

As my moans filled the bathroom, Blaze said, “That’s right, Rainbow. Let me hear it. Show me how much you love my cock pounding into your pussy. How much do you love the way I fuck you?”

I had no answer for him. No words would form. All I could do was gasp and moan.

Blaze reached down to rub my clit with a finger. My hips jerked as I rode his cock and his finger. My orgasm was so close. Right there. Ready to take me.

And then it did. I jerked and writhed, crying out Blaze’s name. That seemed to drive him over the edge. His motions grew frantic moments before he filled me with his cum.

Blaze released my hair and my head fell forward, my forehead pressed against the counter. Lungs heaving, I tried to catch my breath. I knew I’d needed that but I didn’t realize how much I’d needed it.

“That was so fucking good,” I whispered.

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