Page 33 of Filthy Ruck

I gave a short laugh around the gag and let my eyes smile at him.

“If that's how you want to play it.” He grabbed my hips and rolled me over onto my stomach. He brought his hand down to slap my ass hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. The sting of pain made me wetter than hell.

He slapped me again, harder this time, before switching to the other cheek.

“They look perfect with my handprint on them,” he said. He pinched my ass a couple of times, hard enough to leave bruises. “I want you to think about me every time you sit down. I want you to remember the way you talked back to me. A few bruises and you might learn to behave yourself.”

He pushed my legs open and ran the side of his knuckles up and down my pussy, grazing my clit. “This piercing makes you more sensitive, doesn't it?”

I made a sound of agreement through the gag. Every time he touched my clit, the piercing bobbed against it, arousing me more and more.

“Are you going to be good and come for me, or do I have to smack you again?”

How did I answer that question? Either way, I was winning. With his fingers rubbing me, more determined now, I couldn't keep myself from coming. The world exploded around me, into a thousand twinkling lights. I arched my back and cried out through the gag. All I knew for at least a minute, was pure, lasting bliss. A place I didn't want to come back from.

I barely started to come down when he straddled my legs and positioned his cock outside my entrance.

“I've been waiting too long for this,” he whispered. Slowly, centimetre by centimetre, he pushed himself into me from behind. He took his time, savouring every moment and giving my muscles time to get used to his girth. He was bigger than Frost. Big enough that I wasn't sure I'd be able to take all of him, until he was seated inside to his balls.

“Fucking hell, you feel good,” he groaned. “Just like I knew you would. How many men have seen this pussy? Hundreds? Thousands? But I'm the one who gets to fuck you right now. I'm the one who gets to claim you and your body. I'm the one who gets to own you.”

He was still for a couple of minutes before starting to thrust slowly, taking his time. He slid all the way out me, and all the way back in, over and over as if he had all day to fuck me thoroughly. Big hands gripping my hips, he drove in over and over.

When I thought he was about to come, he pulled out and rolled me over onto my back. He pulled my legs up over his shoulders and pushed back into me. This time, when he slammed into me, he touched me all the way through, hard, painful, perfect.

His thrusts were firmer now, relentlessly pounding, giving me everything he had. Making me take all of him. Holding nothing back.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

I looked up, locking my eyes on him. Watching the big fullback as he fucked me. His whole body was muscular, chiselled, glorious. Every thrust made me aroused again, pushing me quickly towards the edge of the cliff.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he said. “I want you to watch me come inside you. You're going to take everything I give you and you're going to be grateful for it. Understood?”

He grabbed the side of the gag and tugged it down, out of my mouth. “Understood?”

“I understand,” I said. “Give me everything. Come inside me.”

I thought he might put the gag back in place, but instead he thrust harder until he went still, his orgasm making him groan and grind into me.

At the same time, I came again, muscles tightening around his throbbing cock. I forced myself to keep my eyes locked on him while blood raced around my body, drowning me in a wave of pleasure.

“Storm!” I cried out. “Oh, God, yes. Yes, yes, yes.”

“That's it, come for me,” he said, his voice tight with tension before it started to ebb away. “Take my cum.”

The second orgasm was more intense than the first, lasting longer and taking my breath for several seconds.

Finally, reluctantly, I came back down to earth.

He slid out of me, lowered my legs from his shoulders, but kept my knees apart, his eyes on my pussy. “I can see my cum inside you. So fucking beautiful.”

He lowered his mouth to my entrance and licked me clean of his release. “I wish I could bottle the taste of your pussy. I'd make a fucking fortune.”

He scooted up the bed and pressed his mouth to mine. “Taste yourself.”

I kissed him, and licked his lips, savouring the taste of both of our releases. “Delicious.”

“Later, we'll talk about getting rough,” he said. “Unless you want me to surprise you.”

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