Page 132 of Theirs to Ruin

His hands paused at the bottom hem of the t-shirt I wore, one I’d snagged from his drawer when I’d woken up in the middle of the night and brushed my teeth. He tugged at the shirt, causing the fabric to rub at my nipples. I whimpered, and Kage leveled a cocky grin at me.

“You already wet for me?”

“Yes.” I writhed beneath him. I was naked but for his shirt. He ran his hand over my ass, then between my legs. He pushed his fingers inside me, my slit slick and ready, then held those same fingers up in front of my mouth. “Taste yourself.”

I did as he said, the taste of me now familiar after the night he’d gone down on me on the Lambo then kissed me. I felt more moisture pool between my thighs.

Kage chuckled. “You like that, don’t you, dirty girl?”

I nodded, my lips still wrapped around his fingers until he withdrew them. He stripped his shirt off me then returned his hand to my pussy. He rubbed small circles around my clit.

“Fuck…” I whimpered, burying my face in his shoulder.

“Good girl,” he whispered in my ear. “Moan for me.”

And because I was a good girl, I did exactly that.

Just when I thought I might explode with pleasure, Kage took one of my nipples in his mouth. He sucked hard, then tugged at the other nipple with his free hand. I moaned then cried out when he shoved two fingers inside me.

“Mm…” he said, the sound vibrating against my skin, sending even more ripples of ecstasy through me. “You respond so beautifully, Camille. You need it, don’t you?”

One of my hands went to his head, gripping his hair, while the other remained behind me, gripping the bed like a lifeline.

“That’s my good little toy,” he said, moving his mouth down, kissing his way along my torso, then my hips, then…

I gasped and gripped the headboard as he withdrew his fingers so he could run his tongue along the length of my slit.

“Please, Kage… please.”

“Please what?”

“Please tongue fuck me until I come.”

“Will you always be my good girl?”

“Yes.”

“Believe me when I say you’re beautiful?”

I thrashed my head frantically, my hair whipping around. “Yes!”

He plunged his tongue inside me and rubbed my clit. The sensation of being filled as he lavished attention on my nub made me scream. I grabbed a pillow and pressed it over my face to muffle the sounds, but Kage tore it away.

“I want to hear you,” he said, using his thumb to make up for the lack of his tongue as he spoke. “And if anyone else does, too, all the better.”

He returned his mouth to my core, lapping and pressing and swirling with so much intensity that I knew I wouldn’t last long before I climaxed. His fingers picked up their pace and curled inside of me, sending electric jolts of pleasure through my whole being.

“Kage,” I whimpered, a warning that I was rapidly approaching the edge.

“That’s right,” he muttered against my pussy. “Give it to me. Let that pretty pussy come for me.” His tongue’s pressureincreased as his fingers kept up their relentless strokes and pinches, ratcheting up my pleasure until I reached the peak. I screamed as my orgasm crested, my entire body tensing and pulsing.

Kage kept going, working me through my orgasm. He only eased up when I begged him to stop, the sensations too much.

He looked up at me, smiling. He grabbed his shirt, wiped off his drenched face, then moved up my body and pulled me into his arms.

I traced circles on his chest, enjoying the afterglow and the sheer intimacy of the moment so much that I dozed off again. When I woke, he still held me. He caressed my hair, and when he saw I was awake, he leaned down and gave me a gentle kiss.

I kissed him back then wrapped my arms around him and just hugged him, hoping to convey how much I enjoyed being with him. When I pulled back, I reached for his cock, but he stopped me, lifting my hand and kissing my wrist, which still wore his bracelet. “That was just for you.”

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