Page 31 of Ruthless

“Would you rather have some bullshit excuse? You want a fight? Will that make you feel better?” His face hardens as the lines on his forehead deepen.

“Yes. No. I don’t know.”

I’m not used to his bluntness, and it’s confusing the shit out of me.

“Or maybe you want something else.” He says more to himself as he grinds up against my core once more. My mouth drops open as those same urges that fled moments ago come rushing back with a vengeance this time.

“Oh, god.” I’m so sensitive that it doesn’t take much for that familiar ache to rebuild inside me. My head falls back against the mattress as a moan escapes me.

“Is that what you want?” A vein throbs along the side of his neck as his fingers dig deeper into the flesh of my wrists.

“Yes.” I’m not above begging at this point. I’ll worry about our issues later. “Please.”

He switches my wrists into his left hand and slides his right one down my chest, past my stomach, and straight into my underwear. His fingers go straight to my clit, stroking in small smooth circles that has my insides fluttering.

“You’re fucking soaked.” His nostrils flare as the corded muscles of his neck become rigid.

“It’s these stupid pregnancy hormones.” I gasp as he hits the spot, and my entire body quivers.

“Hmmm.” He hums against my lips. His fingers pick up the pace as he continues to work me over and over. Taking me closer to the edge, but never letting me fall. He enjoys toying with me like he’s in no hurry. My head begins to float the more his fingers continue to play with me, stroking the fire but never quite giving me the explosion of release I need. It’s cruel.

“Stop teasing me.” I don’t care if I sound like I’m throwing a tantrum. I’ve been going without for too damn long, and the urge to come is overriding all my common sense.

“Only good girls get to come.” He nips at my bottom lip. “Have you been a good girl, Ken?”

“Yes.” A wave of tremors course through me.

“I don’t know.” His lips trail down my neck as his fingers continue to scissor inside me. “Good girls do what they’re told.”

“Zane.” I grind my teeth together as he continues to torment me in the best way.

“Quiet.” His teeth nip at the sensitive skin where my neck and shoulder meet. “We’re playing by my rules.”

“Your rules suck.” A whimper leaves me as he bites down even harder. I’m going to have a mark there later.

He lifts his head, and that’s when I see the beast that’s about to be unleashed. His fingers hook into the side of my underwear, and he rips them off, flinging them over his shoulder. He tugs at the edges of my T-shirt and growls out, “Off. Now.”

I lift it over my head as fast as possible and throw it on the floor behind him. My glasses get knocked to the side in the process, and I go to remove them, but he stops me.

“Leave them on. I want you to watch me.” He releases his grip on my wrists, throws my legs onto his shoulders, and slides down the bed until he’s eye level with my pussy. His nose grazes along my inner thigh as he takes a deep inhale. “Fuck me. You smell like sin.” His tongue flicks out and licks up along my slit. “And taste like heaven.” He shoves his tongue inside me, and my hips buck up off the bed. He’s working me over with so much intensity that his hair falls out of the rubber band and tickles the inside of my thighs. His shoulders hold me in place as he devours me like I’m his last meal.

I rip the hair tie out of his hair and slide my fingers through the long strands, fisting the sides and grind my hips against his face. The feel of his mouth working me into a frenzy mixed with the slight tickle of his beard against my ass and the tips of his hair skating along the tops of my thighs has me in sensation overload. But it isn’t enough. I still want more. I tug on his hair, stopping him. He lifts his head to look up at me with my wetness coating his lips and his long dark hair covering his face. It’s hot as fuck. I take my glasses off and set them down on the nightstand next to the bed, and hold his blurry gaze to make a demand of my own.

“I want my mouth on you too.”

He grips me by the ass and flips us over so that I’m on top of him. I brace my hands on the mattress, but before I can gain my bearings, I’m spun around until I’m eye level with his dick. He wraps his arms around my waist, locking me in place and bringing my pussy deeper into his mouth.

A rush of heat courses through me, but a flash of silver glints against the sunlight, and my mouth waters. “Holy shit.” He’s got an Apadravya piercing. That’s new. I grip his dick and flick my tongue against the barbell that goes from the underside of his dick and out through the tip.

He groans against my pussy, and the vibrations send ripples of need through me. I suck him deeper inside my mouth, but he’s so big that I can’t take all of him. My lips wrap around the head as my tongue continues to play with his piercing. The salty taste of his skin coats my tongue and spurs me on to take him in even deeper. I slide down until I feel the metal of the barbell hit the back of my throat and smile as I’m rewarded with a guttural response as he shoves a finger inside of me.

Drool slides down my cheeks the deeper I take him, but I don’t stop. I hollow out my cheeks, increasing the pressure as I slide back and forth, flicking my tongue against the head of his dick each time. He adds a second finger and continues to fuck me in rhythm with his tongue. His tongue strokes my clit, and I hum through a mouthful of dick as I feel the first stirrings of my orgasm stirring deep within my belly. The more he eats me and fucks me with his fingers, the harder I suck until my entire body convulses, and I can’t think of anything else but sucking him in deeper.

“Come on my face,” Zane growls out, and that’s all it takes for my orgasm to overtake me entirely. My thighs shake as my entire body convulses, but he never stops licking and sucking as I grind down on his face and ride out the wave of pleasure.

Zane doesn’t wait for the tremors to subside before flipping me over onto my back and coming down on top of me until we’re face to face. I wait for him to slip inside me, but he doesn’t. He stares down at me with my juices coating his lips, asking permission without words.

“I need you.” My words are soft and breathless, much like I feel.

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