Page 217 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

“I just want my Ruthless King. Fast. Hard. I don’t fucking care,” she groans and kisses me hard. “Just distract me.”

Challenge accepted with a groan in defeat as all resilience leaves me.

Our lips are fighting each other, struggling to get dominance over the other. It’s mesmerizing to see how needy my Precious is for my touch. I thought she’d only react to Zander and Ares because she’s known them longer, but my presence lights a flame within her.

Kindles a level of heat and passion that spreads and devours until you’re captured and fight her clutches. I have no intentions of winning if I get to enjoy this intense desperation for hours, butI end up taking over because I can’t stand the aching hardness of my cock.

I have to be inside her.

The number of times I’ve masturbated since that archway incident. How I’ve struggled to keep it together this entire trip without caving into that possessive desire to bed her over the kitchen island and fuck her until my cock is fucking pruney from her slick.

Taking those silk clothes I’ve been admiring is far too easy, and I’m tugging off my shirt, throwing it aimlessly. Tugging my boxers off feels like a chore, but I know one round with her won’t be enough.

I’m going to need more. A lot more to tame how I’ve been holding back for weeks.

Towering over her, I slide my fingers along her folds, feeling how fucking wet she is. It makes me growl.

“Sweet Precious Gem.” I can’t believe she’s this wet for me. “Have I been starving you?”

“Fuck, yes,” she groans.

I take advantage of kissing her so deeply, she can barely catch her breath when I give her a chance.

“Matteo… I don’t want to wait.”

“I know, baby,” I assure her because fuck, she doesn’t need any foreplay. She’s wet enough to take my length nicely. “You’re going to swallow me up, aren’t you?”

“Mhmm,” she’s lifting those hips, pushing into my fingers with her dripping cunt. “Please?”

Having her beg is ruining me.

She knows what she’s doing, and fuck, it works so flawlessly on me.

I gather more of her wetness to rub around my cock, which is already dripping at the tip. There’s no need to be gentle. I’m thrusting into her in one smooth sweep, making her gasp whilethe rumble against my chest proves how fucking much I’ve been taming myself for this.

Now that I’m in, I can go wild without remorse.

Which is what I do.

Hands digging at the sides of her head, clenching the sheets while I began to grind into her, I thrust deep at a good pace that has us both moaning.

It’s different watching her beneath me. To see the way those swollen lips part and shape when she moans and whimpers. The various pitches in her mews while she begs me to keep going.

To go keeper, to move faster, to not hold back.

She’s taking my cock so perfectly, as if her pussy was simply made just for me. Each thrust encourages those who breathe and flushed cheeks, turning me on even further.

I realize how different this is. The way her energy embraces me and ignites that blaze of desire and desperation in me. This sensation is something I can never get enough of.

An emotion I can chase over and over again and never be tired.

“Fuck, Eva,” I groan as I pick up my pace. “So fucking good.” I kiss her reverently, and she doesn’t back down in kissing me back.

It’s hot, sloppy, and addicting as I keep grinding into her. Her pussy is clamped around my shaft as if it doesn’t want it to ever leave. She further entices me by lifting her legs and wrapping them around my waist, forcing me to make my thrust short and deep.

“My greedy Eva,” I tease, loving every minute of this. “You’re going to regret that, but for now, I’m going to make you beg me to stop.”

“D-Do your… Oh God.” She doesn’t expect me to place my weight on her so I can further bend her body, angling my thrust in a way that hits her G-spot perfectly.

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