Page 7 of Ruthless

Ginger immediately went to the bed and pulled up the sheet over her. My lips quirked. "I've already seen it all, angel." I snatched the sheet out of her hands. She gasped and backed against the wall as I advanced on her. I crowded her in with my body, trapping her within my arms, staring down at those full fucking lips, and then I claimed them, slapping my mouth over hers and taking them roughly. Whether she opened her mouth to cry out in pleasure or to plead for me to stop, I didn’t care. I took advantage and slipped my tongue inside her sweet mouth.

She was sweet, too sweet for the likes of me. She tasted of coffee and cinnamon, which surprised me in light of her dirty state when Wildman had brought her to me. They must have fed her before that, and now I was reaping the benefits because the taste of her only added to her innocent appeal. I fucked her mouth with my tongue until hers began to battle back with arousing aggression. I groaned deeply, crushing her body with mine and taking note of where our naked parts lined up. Fucking perfect.

I thrust my hard dick into her lower belly, bringing a hand around to touch her tit. The instant I squeezed and caressed it Ginger began to struggle. My gut told me that she was making a last ditch attempt to keep her innocence, but she had to know that she couldn't win against me. As her nails bit into me, ripping my flesh, I grabbed both of her hands and brought them over her head against the wall.

"I like rough sex, little girl," I grated down into her flushed face. "I told you if you didn't give me any more trouble I'd be easy on you, but what you're doing now tells me that you might like it a little rough, too."

She stopped struggling, her expression one of shock and disbelief. "No!" she cried out.

"Did you like the orgasm I gave you in the shower?" She clamped her mouth shut and looked away from me. I gave her a little shake to get her attention back. "Did you?" I snarled.

She pinned her eyes on mine, but still refused to answer. I could see the stubbornness in her tight jaw, and I knew that her tears were brought on by recognition of something that she didn't want to admit to herself. Her response in the shower had been real and pure, and she knew there was no denying it.

"I can make you feel that good again, and I will. You'll feel pain when I fuck you the first time, but the pleasure I give you will far outweigh it."

"I hate you!" she whispered sharply.

I felt her knee rise and knew what she was about to do. I slapped my palm down on her thigh and dug my fingers into it to keep her from reaching my balls. "Oh, no you don't!" Ignoring her whimper, I moved in closer, snarling down into her face. "I need those for what I'm going to do to you!" I was suddenly pissed, furious that she wasn't going to let me do the right thing by cooperating with me.

"Pig!" she all but spat in my face, her eyes flashing blue fire at me.

"You weren't calling me a pig when I had my fingers buried inside you," I hissed, taking her by the hand and pulling her away from the wall. I tossed her toward the bed, where she fell upon it. She huffed, and quickly scurried up to the headboard.

I didn't take the time to think about what I was doing. I reacted, grabbing her by the ankles and dragging her down to the foot of the bed. Before she could recover I spread her legs and moved between them, yanking her hips closer so that my face was within inches of her cunt. My gaze shot up to her frightened eyes, and I knew that I'd have to ignore a lot of things in order to do what we both knew I had to do.

"No!" she whispered pleadingly, and I wondered if she even knew what she was saying no to.

I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with her musky arousal, because whether Ginger knew it or not, she wanted this. The signs didn't lie. Her nipples were rock hard, she was flushed with heat, and I would have bet my life that her pussy was wet. I dove in, burying my face against her plump snatch and driving my tongue as deep as it could go. I heard her wail-type moan above me and glanced up to see that she'd tossed her head back against the bed, eyes shut and mouth open.

I’d been right. She was soaked with slick wetness, and I wanted it all. I could get drunk on the taste of her. Her sweetness covered my tongue as I tried to consume her. I was ruthless, deciding it was the only way. Ginger may have been innocent, but her body knew what it wanted, and it wasn't a gentle, time-consuming seduction. She was a firecracker of need, and I was the match. After thrusting my tongue inside of her for a few minutes I drew out to focus on her clit. I released her thighs--I didn't need to hold them apart any longer--and slipped two fingers inside her.

"Oh!" she emitted with surprise, arching upward.

That allowed me the chance to curve into her G-spot. I attacked the spongy bundle of nerves the same way I attacked her clit, driving her mad with pleasure. And then she was quivering, moaning, and gasping her way through another orgasm. I let her cream coat my fingers for a while before replacing them with my tongue. Deciding not to give her time to come down, I moved up her body, lined up my dick, and powered through her innocence with one, deep plunge.

Her body bowed up violently beneath me and she cried out in pain. Then I was the one grunting in pain when she locked her teeth into my shoulder. Holy hell, that hurt, but I owed her that. I gave her body time to adjust to the invasion of my dick, feeling how fucking tight she was, and knowing, too, that I had an above-average-sized dick. When I felt that enough time had passed, I pulled back and then thrust forward again. This time Ginger just tensed, and then seemed to relax when the initial pain of my entry didn't come again.

She sighed with obvious relief. My dick was buried deep and was pulsing with the need to come. I pulled back again before returning to the hot, wet cavern of her body. "You're fucking tight," I growled into her ear, flexing my ass as I tried to dig even deeper. She gasped and did something that I wasn't expecting. She opened wider and positioned her hips upward, which let me bottom out inside of her. I groaned, closing my eyes for a second. It felt that good.

Nothing had ever felt as good.

I set a slow and steady pace, leaning the top half of my body off Ginger so that I could watch her. Her eyes were closed, and her expression was flushed with color, nostrils flared and lips parted. Little puffs of air escaped through them, gradually increasing in depth and speed. Her tongue came out to wet her dry lips, and then she tugged her bottom lip into her mouth, moaning. Her hips were moving with mine. I wanted to flip her over and fuck her hard from behind, but I resisted the urge, reminding myself that this was her first time.

I picked up speed. Watching her tits bounce with every punch of my body against hers. I curled my hands around them and squeezed, raking my thumbs over her extended nipples. Her eyes flew open, she was panting heavily. I covered a tit with my mouth and rolled her nipple between my teeth, listening to the hitch in her breath. The sweet sound repeated when I did the same thing to her other tit, massaging the one that I'd abandoned with my hand.

Her body clenched around me, drawing a long groan from me. My hips were moving with the speed of a jackhammer, pounding into Ginger's tight pussy. And she was tight, so tight that it felt like I was slipping my dick into a protective sheath made just for me. My balls pulled up tightly against my body, my dick swelled even more, and I knew that I'd passed the point of no return. As I suckled Ginger's swollen tits, I reached down and found her throbbing little clit. She whimpered and moaned, arching beneath me and twisting her hands into the sheets.

I took a nipple between my teeth. I pinched her clit, setting her off like Fourth of July fireworks. She came, the feel of her insides clenching around my dick enough to make me come. With a growl I slammed myself inside of her one last time and held tight, flooding her with my seed. I could barely breathe. The blood was pounding hotly in my ears, my heart keeping score of every jerk of my dick. I'd never come so hard, or so long, and that's when it hit me that I'd forgotten the fucking condom.

Shit!

That was a first for me. I always suited up.

I couldn't deny how fucking good it had felt to fuck her bare.

I was going to do it again.

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