Page 46 of Reckless Billionaire's Ruthless Claim

She came again, her legs locking around his neck, holding him in place. She tried to lift herself, but he only tightened his grip, devouring her deeper.

His teeth grazed her sensitive skin before he even realized it—his instincts slipping, his eyes darkening with something primal, something uncontrollable.

“Ahnnn…!” she cried out, her fingers gripping the bed.

He licked her harder, his tongue flicking over the sensitive nub before drawing it into his mouth. The more he tasted her, the more his arousal pulsed, his need growing unbearable.

“Hahh… hahhh… Sawyer…!” Her body trembled, her breath catching as overwhelming pleasure coiled tight within her.

She shattered against his mouth, only for another wave to crash over her as his tongue continued its merciless assault. Her body twisted, but his grip kept her firmly in place, refusing to let her escape the pleasure he inflicted.

For hours, he kept her on the edge, lost between torment and bliss. She wanted it to stop—but at the same time, she never wanted it to end. Every time his teeth scraped her skin, her body betrayed her, surrendering completely to him.

When he finally relented, letting her get off his face, his mouth and chin glistening with her essence. She lay next to him, breathless and boneless, her body still shuddering from the aftershocks.

Without warning, Sawyer pushed her back on the bed before following right after. She landed on her back with a gasp, and he loomed over her, his gaze dark and unreadable. His hands roamed her body—trailing from her knees to her thighs, up her waist, over her breasts, along her neck—before finally wrapping around her throat.

Then, he pressed close, one hand sliding beneath her head while the other traced its way down—finding her slick heat and sinking his fingers into her without hesitation.

“Ah—” her back arched, but she barely had the strength to lift herself. Instead, she threw an arm over her eyes, as if trying to shield herself from the intensity flooding her veins.

Sawyer’s gaze was fixed between her legs.

He thrust his fingers inside her, slow yet relentless, dragging pleasure from her trembling body. Her thighs quivered, trying to close, but he pried them open—keeping her pinned beneath him.

“Oh… god…” she whimpered, her legs quivering uncontrollably. His thick fingers were stretching her, filling her.

Growing impatient, he slid a hand beneath her knee, pulling her leg up toward her chest to expose her fully. With her body bent to his will, he drove his fingers deeper, deriving more pleasure out of her.

“Ahh… hahhh… please… please…” she begged, but her body had already betrayed her. Within moments, she shattered again, her release soaking his hand.

He continued stroking her more. His fingers plunged into her, claiming her pleasure over and over, as if he was determined to mold her body to his touch, making her cum once again so hard that she couldn’t breathe anymore.

Then finally, he shifted her—turning her onto her hands and knees. He plunged into her in one deep, hard thrust.

Her body tightened around him instantly, as if welcoming his intrusion inside her.

Then, he moved. Ruthless, relentless, each stroke sinking deeper, dragging pleasure and pain in equal measure. He rode her wildly, his muscles taut, his rod thick and throbbing as he drove into her over and over, stretching her to fit him perfectly. Within minutes, they both cum at the same time.

He wanted more.

Shifting, he hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, turning her onto her side as he sank into her again. The angle was unbearable—his shaft driving into the deepest parts of her, leaving her gasping, writhing, undone.

His fingers left possessive marks on her soft skin as he clasped her hips, his grip unrelenting as he took what he wanted. Her scent, her warmth, the way she trembled beneath him—everything about her made him ravenous.

Her release came in waves, soaking his member, but even as he followed after her, spilling deep inside, he didn’t stop.

Not until he had wrung every last drop of pleasure from her trembling body.

***

Sawyer handed Ellie a plate. "Eat that and finish. I’ll have Ada make better food for you and bring it in the evening." He patted her cheek softly, his touch lingering for just a moment before he turned to leave.

As he reached the door, it swung open, and Lily stepped in. She froze immediately upon seeing him, her eyes wide as she took in the situation. The unease on her face was almost imperceptible, but it didn’t escape Sawyer’s notice. She managed to force a small, polite smile.

"Hi, I’m Lily."

Sawyer didn’t spare her more than a quick glance, his voice cool and detached. "Hello. I’m her boyfriend."

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