Page 68 of Ruthless Lullaby

“And I love your pussy.” Fuck, I’m so ready for her again.

Her hand glides over my body, lingering on my ass before moving back to my cock. I can feel the electricity coursing through me as she kneels down.

"I want you in my mouth," she moans, and I feel myself harden immediately. Her kisses trail down my abdomen, teasingly dipping into my navel before grazing along my happy trail.

"Then what are you waiting for?" I growl out in pleasure.

Looking up at me, she takes me slowly into her mouth. I close my eyes and let myself be consumed by the sensation. At this moment, the only person that exists for me is Mindy, and her lips around my cock. Her head bobs up and down, taking me deeper with each movement. My hands find their way into her hair, pulling it back so I can fully appreciate the view of her sensuous lips wrapped around me.

I clench my buttocks, pushing my hips up in search of more depth. "Fuck, that feels amazing!" I exclaim as I lose myself in the rhythm of her mouth. "Bozhe moy!"

She continues, her movements relentless. My cock is throbbing, desperate for release, but I refuse to spill my seed into her throat. Because once that happens, this euphoric moment will be over. And I'm not ready for that. I want it to last. I know that right now, being here with Mindy in the shower and sharing this experience of mind-blowing pleasure, is exactly where I belong. An eternity would not be enough to savor this sensation. So, I hold back, battling the urge to release myself all over her supple body.

As if reading my mind, she releases my cock and looks up at me. "Come inside me," she pants, her eyes burning with desire.

She doesn’t need to ask twice. With a primal groan, I pull her against the wet wall, take her leg in my hand, and thrust into her. My mind is overtaken by an animalistic urge and I begin fucking her again, pushing my length deeper and harder into her until we both reach the brink of ecstasy.

It takes less than two minutes for her to scream my name in pleasure, once again. Her walls spasm against my dick and I can feel her hot cum engulf the base of my cock. It’s all it takes to make me spill into her all over again.

Holy mother of God!

I can’t believe this woman. I can’t believe how wildly her body responds to me every time, how I can make her cum again less than five minutes after we finished fucking.

“Maron…” she pants against my bare skin. “I’ve… never had… sex under the… shower.”

I don’t say anything. Still tangled together, we wait for our bodies to cool and catch our breath under the warm water. I stroke her breasts and kiss her neck, feeling intoxicated by the rush of possessiveness flowing through me. I know then that I never want to let her go - she's mine forever.

Driven by a sudden idea, I lift her in my arms and carry her to the bedroom. I lay her down on the bed and watch as her sensual body spreads out over the bedsheet. Still reeling from the force of our encounter, I lay down next to her.

We lie there for many minutes, maybe even an hour, with our bodies intertwined, basking in the afterglow of the passionate sex marathon we just had. As I lay there, my mind drifts into uncharted territory; a place in my fucked-up head I haven’t explored before. It's as if my soul fled my physical body, and I'm observing us from above. Strange sensations arise and fade, emerging from the depths of my subconscious. Longing, passion, and a mixture of feelings that I struggle to label.

Is this what they call romantic love?

What the fuck are you thinking, dolboyob?

I’m brought back from my wandering thoughts by the feeling of soft hands tracing lazy patterns on my chest. "There is something you said the other day that stuck with me," Mindy says softly, breaking the comfortable silence between us.

I turn to face her. "What is it?" I ask.

She pauses briefly before speaking again. "You said… you had a daughter," she says.

My body tenses up. "Yes," I say curtly.

Mindy keeps stroking my naked body and I find comfort in her touch. "Tell me about her… if you want," she says.

Normally this question would frustrate me, but somehow, it doesn't. In fact, it’s the opposite. I am sensing a sudden urge to open up to her. Maybe it will bring some relief, or maybe it will be an outlet for all the pent-up emotions since Cordelia's death. For the first time in my life, I want to share this painful chapter with someone else other than Pavel. And that someone else is Mindy Williams.

I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling Mindy's gaze on me.

"Cordelia," I say. "That was her name." I pause."She was the most innocent and compassionate human being ever born into this world."

The moment seems to come to a sudden halt. I guess Mindy was not anticipating this answer. Not from a man like me.

I take a deep breath, unsure if I can continue. "But the world didn’t understand her because she had no words. She spoke through her heart."

"She must have been a special child," Mindy whispers.

"She was,” I murmur, keeping my eyes closed. "She was born with Down syndrome, and… people have this misconception that those with Down syndrome are disabled. Or dumb. And that makes me fucking angry because… they are special. They see the world through their hearts. I understood that watching my daughter. The way she moved through her short life in this fucked-up world, showing love like no other…"

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