Page 22 of Ruin

Needing fucking everything she had to offer.

Thrusting in and out of her heat, he nudged her engorged clit with every stroke. Lira sobbed out his name, back bowing, thighs trembling. Her movements became more frantic, the delectable sounds she made more urgent and high-pitched.

He could feel her climax building.

With one final, desperate cry, her slight body shuddered with release, the walls of her pussy rhythmically milking his tongue, hips jerking erratically.

Stunned at the beauty of her, his stroking fist slowed as he stared up at her, memorizing every detail. The way her pink nipples had tightened into hard points, the ecstasy painting her features, the flush riding high on her cheeks.

She was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen.

As the blindingpleasure he’d given her began to ebb, Lira became aware of rhythmic jerking and peered back over her shoulder. At the sight of Ruin’s big hand shuttling up and down his thick cock, she moaned, walls clenching around the tongue still inside her.

Need, as intense and fiery as if she wasn’t still shuddering with the tail end of an orgasm, flooded her in a breath stealing wave.

Tensing her thighs, she lifted herself slightly then lowered back down, fucking herself on the long, thick length of his tongue.

“Come for me,” she whispered huskily. “I want to see it.”

He groaned, the vibrations of it traveling inside her, his fist moving faster over his cock.

Up and down, she fucked herself on his tongue, watching raptly as his hips jerked upward in time with the rough stroking.

Faster and faster, they moved in sync. She could feel his massive body tensing more and more beneath her. Cupping her own breasts, she moaned low in her throat as another climax built, coiling in her stomach.

“Oh, fuck, Ruin. You feel so good inside me.”

And then he went rigid, every brawny muscle straining.

Rolling her hips feverishly, squeezing her breasts hard, she rode his tongue like it was a cock, chasing her own pleasure.

“Oh gods, yes,” she hissed. “Show me. I need to see it.”

With a low, snarling growl, he came.

His hips snapped up and his cock pulsed, a flood of thick pearly cum gushing from the slit, painting his hard stomach and her ass with ropes of it.

The sight of it pushed her over the edge.

Sucking in a breath, she shuddered, lightning forking across her nerve endings, sharp and blistering. Her inner muscles clamped down in rhythmic pulses, milking his tongue as she rode out her release. Clutching the top of his head, she let her own fall back and rode his face, almost crying with the force of the tremors wracking her.

Slowly, gradually, the pleasure eased and she went still, panting hard, aftershocks still zipping through her.

Gazing down the length of her body, she met his eyes. Lips curled in a languid, satisfied smile, Lira rolled her hips one more time, breath hitching at the way his eyes flashed with dark, primal hunger.

She lifted herself up, dragging her still fluttering pussy up and off of his tongue one inch at a time, then scooted back to sit on his chest.

Panting, feeling happier and freer than she could ever remember feeling, her smile widened into a grin.

Pride, possessiveness, desire—a thousand emotions flickered across his expressive features in the span of a heartbeat as they stared at one another.

She felt cherished. Powerful. Adored.

Unable to contain the feelings expanding inside her, she breathed, “I like you.”

He barked a surprised laugh, then growled, those beautiful golden eyes sparkling with a heated kind of adoration that bordered on obsession.

She wanted that. Gods, she wanted that so badly. Wanted his obsession, his devotion. Wantedhim.

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