Page 63 of Ruthless

She rolled her head back, giving me access. With my hands shaping and squeezing her tits, my thumbs raking over her rock-hard nipples, I moved in, teasing both of us by brushing the head of my dick against her clit. The pleasure was so intense that I shuddered, groaning weakly. If anyone could bring me to my knees, it was this woman. She grabbed my dick with a frustrated sound. I knew what she wanted. She tried to draw me close, to force me into penetrating her, but I was stronger than her, and all she managed to do was caress the head of my dick with an up and down motion that had me gritting my teeth.

When I couldn't take any more, I grabbed her wrist and forced her arm behind her back. I followed it up with her other arm, holding her hands captive at the small of her back. She was at my mercy, and she clearly didn't like it. I laughed as she strained to get free.

"Rebel?"

"Mike," I said, wrapping one hand around both of her wrists so I could free up one of mine. "Use my real name," I growled.

"Michael," she gasped with a wild shiver. Fuck, even better. "I need you inside me!"

I fisted my dick and ran the head up and down her slit, just past the seam against her swollen, slick labia. Her clit was a hard little bundle of sensitive nerves, and each time I touched her there she quivered, as if in the throes of a mini orgasm. Little puffs of air passed through her parted lips as I teased her without mercy.

Sweet Jesus, it was torture for me, too, and I lost control. With a grunt, I thrust forward, seating myself inside her tight pussy, as deep as I could go. We both sounded out our pleasure. Ginger rolled her head back on her shoulders, a satisfied look crossing her face. I leaned in against the side of her neck to take a moment to gain control. I wasn't ready to end it by coming like a school boy. I didn't move, just enjoyed the feel of her slick flesh surrounding my dick like a tight sheath. She had other plans, tightening her muscles around me.

I groaned, shuddering.

She did it again.

"Don't," I warned tightly, biting her hard enough to show that I wasn't kidding. My dick was literally pulsing inside her, and I knew that it wouldn't take much to make me come. "You make me come when I'm not ready and you'll be sorry."

She had the nerve to laugh, backing it up with another squeeze of her muscles. She didn't believe me? I pulled out, and Jesus Christ, she was so tight that I almost lost my load. I ignored her unhappy sound of protest, giving her wrists a squeeze and pulling back to meet her eyes.

"Don't fucking move those hands." I kissed her to dampen the sting of my tone. We were both panting. My hands moved to her thighs, right above her knees. I began to massage them, gradually working my way toward her pussy.

Her breath caught when my thumbs brushed over the swollen lips of her soaked mound. I glanced down, parting the plump flesh. Christ, she was slick with arousal, and I wanted a taste. I dropped to my knees, looking up at Ginger to gauge her reaction. She had to know what was coming. The arousal in her slightly glazed-over eyes made her look soft and inviting. She tugged her bottom lip into her mouth, releasing a little whimper.

"You're going to learn to listen to me." My gaze was focused on the dripping bounty before me.

"Michael . . ."

That was a fucking start. I liked the sound of my name on her lips. Using my thumbs, I parted her flesh even more before burying my face against the sweetest, plumpest pussy I'd ever had. Her flesh was swollen, soft, and coated with her cream, so thick and tasty, better than honey. Fuck, better than ripe strawberries and whipped cream. I thrust my tongue inside, using it like my dick, bringing her to the edge.

Her breath turned heavy, the tensing of her muscles revealing that she was about to come. I drew back, grinning at her moan of frustration, giving her body time to back track. This time I entered her body with two fingers while locking my mouth onto her throbbing clit.

"Michael!" she cried out as she moved her hips to my thrusting fingers.

I licked, sucked, and lapped her clit and the outside of her cunt, letting my fingers fuck her deep. I curled my fingers up into the patch of nerves located just past her entrance, but not long enough to get her off.

"I need to come!" she hissed, moving her hips. "Please!"

"You'll come when I let you," I said, resisting the urge to let her. Every time I sensed that she was close, I stopped, letting her body calm down. "I want my dick inside you when you come," I rasped around her clit. I took it in my mouth and sucked hard.

"Damn you!" she swore, her voice trembling. "Put your cock in me and fuck me right!"

My hands clenched around her fleshy thighs before sliding beneath her bottom and pulling her up tight to my mouth. She was close, too close, and so was I. My dick was swollen and throbbing, my balls were drawn up tight against my body, aching for release. I gave Ginger's pussy several more hard licks of my tongue.

"Hold on, baby." I pulled her away from the counter and she wrapped her legs around my waist automatically. As I turned to head to her bedroom, we came together in a clash of lips, tongues, and teeth, grinding our mouths together as our need escalated to dizzying heights. We rapidly became drunk on each other.

My objective was to get to Ginger's bed before we collapsed to the floor to finish what we'd started. Feeling her hot, juicy cunt against me almost lured me to press her up against the nearest wall and bury myself to the hilt, and then I thought, Why the hell not? There was no way I was going to make it to her room anyway. She had a small apartment, but her bedroom suddenly seemed miles away. I pushed her up against the nearest wall, devouring her wet, swollen mouth with my harder one.

"I'm going to bury my dick inside you so deep you won't know where I begin and you end." I didn’t know what I was waiting for, perhaps driven by the knowledge that sometimes the anticipation was just as sweet as the release. "Do you want that, baby?"

"Michael?" she panted in between kisses, her arms circling around my neck. "Fuck me!"

I continued my attack of her mouth, grinding my dick between her legs, my hands roaming up and down her body from her hips to her heavy tits. I strained my body against her to keep her against the wall. We were both breathing hard, hearts pounding as one, lust controlling every move. "Tell me what you want," I demanded, feeling her hard little nipples digging into my chest.

"I want to fuck," she said with breathless desperation. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. "I want your cock inside me," she continued, running her open mouth along my shoulder. She put her mouth against my ear. "I want your cum inside me."

Jesus, fuck, I almost came right then and there. I lost control, taking my dick in my hand and lining it up to her soaked pussy. Once my swollen head touched her sweet, hot flesh there was no stopping my dick from entering her body. With a forceful thrust, I was buried balls deep. I grunted. She moaned. I snaked my hands around to her ass, taking the mounds into my hands as I began to thrust hard and fast.

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