Page 66 of Ruthless

He ran his finger through my slit from the back to the front, before he settled on torturing my swollen clit. I didn't realize how close I was to coming until he touched me there, rubbing his finger in a circular motion, and giving it a sharp pinch.

"I'm going to come!" I gasped with surprise.

And he let me. Burying his fingers deep inside me, he used his thumb to send me over the edge. I jerked wildly beneath him, letting my intense orgasm rush through my body in jerky, gratifying waves. Nothing equaled the pleasure of coming, that extreme surge that began somewhere deep in your core and seemed to release all the tension gripping your body, finally leaving you breathless on a gentle wave.

I soon realized there'd been a reason for Rebel letting me come. He gathered the thick wetness inside my body and brought it to my anus, coating the area and hole with it. Then I felt two fingers slide inside me, scissoring the opening to prepare me for his cock. I was still twitching and coming down from orgasmic bliss, which kept me from panicking when I sensed that it was time. Sure enough, as I knelt before him, panting, I felt the head of his cock at the entrance.

"You sure, baby?" he asked tenderly, and in a tone that relieved me because it showed that he cared. He would stop if I said no. I trusted him.

"Yes, I'm sure, Michael." I thrust my ass back at him. "Fuck me, please!"

He released a deep breath and grunted. I felt the head of his cock slip inside my rectum with an ease that surprised me. It hurt at first, but as soon as it breached the tight ring of muscles the sting went away, followed by the need for me to clench and take more of him.

"You let me know if I'm hurting you," Rebel demanded. I knew that he was aware that he wasn't a small man. I could hear the strain in his voice. It was costing him to not slide completely inside. I wiggled my butt and thrust back, taking the control from him. "Fuck, angel!" He shot forward, and suddenly he was buried to the hilt.

We both groaned loudly and stilled for a moment. I felt stretched to the limit, the slight burn of his penetration gradually dimming as my body adjusted to his girth.

"You hug my dick good and tight, baby." I felt his cock throbbing inside me. "I won't move until you tell me to."

I inhaled several deep breaths, relaxing my body into acceptance of having his huge cock in my ass. It didn't take long before I demanded, "Fuck me, Michael, please!"

Rebel began moving, keeping his strokes slow and easy. Each time he was seated deep I clenched around him, causing him to dig his fingers into my hips.

"Keep that up and it will be over before it begins," he said in a mildly irritated tone. "I want to enjoy this as long as I can. And no one--" He leaned over me and put his mouth against my ear, "no one but me gets inside this ass, you got that?"

I acknowledged with a breathless sound and a nod.

"The words, Ginger." He was serious. "No one fucks you in the ass. No one fucks you, ever. You're mine, baby."

I liked the sound of that. "No one, Michael, no one fucks me ever." I was eager to give into him. He was the only man I wanted.

"That's right, baby. You're mine until I'm done with you," he rasped, beginning to pick up speed. For a split second he became rigid, as if he knew that he'd said something wrong, but he didn't let up.

His last words were like a bucket of cold water thrown into my face. My eyes snapped open. I wondered if he had any idea of how clearly his words spelled out the probability of us not having a future together. I didn't stop him. In spite of his hurtful comment, I couldn't deny the mind-numbing pleasure that permeated my whole body and senses.

My soul.

I realized then that I'd never be able to deny him.

I sensed that he was close. His balls slapped against me with every hard thrust. He was breathing heavily. One of the hands at my hips shifted between us to my pussy. His fingers knew what to do to make me come. Rebel wasted no time in flicking my clit as he pumped his cock into my ass. My moans mingled with his grunts, and then we were exploding against each other, peaking and crashing back to earth as waves of release demanded all control.

"Aaaggghhh!" Rebel grunted, holding me tightly in the cradle of his convulsing hips. I felt his cock jerk inside me, spilling his seed. His hot breath bathed the back of my neck where he rested slightly. "Fuck, angel," he panted, his hips still moving. "You're something, you know that?"

He almost made it sound as if he'd never felt this way before, but I knew better. I collapsed onto the bed, enjoying the orgasmic ecstasy that always followed a good orgasm. Rebel was good at giving them, I couldn't complain there. He was a generous lover. Of course, I had nothing to compare it to, but intuition told me it was so. He was certainly setting up the next man for failure.

Would there be other men?

I couldn't see it.

Unless he walked away.

Crushing me.

A soft breath escaped me when I felt his lips kiss the back of my shoulder, and then he was shifting off of me and rolling onto his back. He pulled me against him, and something about the silence that followed prompted me to glance up at him.

His gaze captured mine. "I fucked up." I remained quiet, waiting for him to continue. "I didn't mean what I said."

My brows rose. "You need to be more specific," I said, not wanting to assume anything.

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