Page 34 of Ruthless

"I need hard and fast," I demanded, meeting him thrust for thrust.

"Whatever you want, baby," Rebel growled, picking up speed.

He began to piston in and out of me with rapid precision, going deeper and deeper until the head of his cock hit a barrier. I scraped his scalp with my nails, twisting my hands in his hair, and tightening my walls around him when he was buried to the hilt. His sharp hiss was my reward.

"So fucking tight," he grumbled deeply, plowing through my pussy without mercy. He took a minute to run his mouth over my breasts, sucking and biting the quivering peaks before settling his hot mouth on my nipples. I cried out, thrusting my breasts out to him and rolling my head back onto my shoulders. "I could fucking spend all night with these tits," he grated around an erect nub. "So fucking tasty."

His hands tightened against my ass as he continued to pull me onto his cock. Each time, Rebel made sure to slide over my clit, the stimulation bringing me to the edge. I was going to orgasm any second, and it was going to be devastating. It would be a miracle if I survived the volcanic rush surging through my blood. The point of no return came when one of Rebel's fingers searched between my butt cheeks and breached the tiny hole of my rectum.

"Rebel?" I sucked in my breath at the unexpected invasion.

He ignored the slight panic in my voice, pulling away from my breasts to look into my eyes. His face was taut with arousal, everything about his expression looked primal, almost feral. "Come on my dick, angel. I want to feel your cream flood around me." He began to wiggle his finger in my bum hole and I realized that he was inching in deeper. I clenched my nails into the flesh of his biceps, not caring that I was tearing his skin. His cock and finger began to thrust into my body in sync.

"Oh my God!" I screamed, and bucked wildly when my orgasm claimed me. The fullness in my pussy and the thick finger fucking my ass set off a series of breath-stealing convulsions that I couldn't hope to control. So many different emotions were running through me at the same time, I was feeling too much, too fast. I couldn't catch my breath, and Rebel kept on fucking me right through my orgasm, unconcerned with my plight. I was sure that I'd never feel anything else like it in my lifetime.

If I thought Rebel was going to give me time to come down, I was mistaken. He had no intention of stopping, in fact he sped up, and it was clear that he was chasing his own orgasm now. He crushed me against the tile, grunting with every thrust, his hands clenched into my bottom to keep me exactly where he wanted me.

"That's it, baby," he groaned when I squeezed my muscles around him. "Tighten those muscles around my dick." I reached around for his nipple, twisting it hard. That was all it took to send him over the edge. "Aaagghhh!" His whole body stiffened and he slammed into me one final time, coming hard. "Fuck! Fuck!" he chanted each time I felt his cock pulse deeply inside me.

The scent of sex surrounded us, something strong and arousing and totally pleasant. I lowered my trembling legs with a smile on my lips. I didn't regret what had just happened. Being with Rebel made me feel alive, and wanted, and there'd been something about him since the very beginning that had gotten to me on all levels. It had been more than just attraction, a mystery that I couldn't begin to understand. Love at first sight? No way. Probably lust at first sight was more like it, and the knowledge that what Wildman had demanded of us was going to happen, whether I'd wanted it to or not.

I'd decided back then to embrace the inevitable.

Better then dying a horrible death after being defiled by countless animals.

So what was happening now? Why had I so eagerly accepted Rebel back into my life? I didn't know what this meant between us, but the foolish, hopeful woman in me hoped that it was something more than just sex.

"That was fucking incredible, but don't read more into this than what it is."

Well, that certainly dashed my hopes in a cold and sobering way. I didn't even know how to respond to that.

"I'm a nomad, angel, I run solo. I don't do relationships."

I stiffened. The sensual cloud of orgasmic bliss that had been surrounding me suddenly felt like burning, acid rain, taking my breath away. The change in atmosphere was palpable, but I couldn't control how disappointed and angry I was growing at his insensitive words. He took a lot for granted, waltzing back into my life, taking over, reminding me of how good the sex was between us, and then basically saying that it had been nothing special to him. So what had it been for him? Had he just been scratching an itch?

Typical asshole.

I didn't wait for him to pull out of me. Planting my hands on his chest I gave him a strong shove. With a grunt he stumbled back, severing the connection between us in more ways than just the physical. I glared up into the face of his mild surprise. "Don't you think that’s something you should have made clear before you fucked me, that I was just scratching an itch for you?"

"I didn't say that."

"That's exactly what you said. You're an asshole, Rebel." Gritting my teeth, I stepped out of the shower. I was so mad that I was shaking with it. I ripped a towel off the rod and brought it around my body, leaving the bathroom as quickly as I could.

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