Page 57 of Made For Ruin

“You think this is funny?” I demand. “Joking about your safety, you think that’s amusing?”

Lainey giggles, a breathy, kittenish sound that shoots straight to my cock. Her eyes sparkle with mischief and uninhibited desire.

“Maybe a little.” She runs a single fingertip down the center of my chest. “It’s kind of hot.”

I capture her wandering hand. “You’re already on thin ice, baby. Don’t make it worse.”

She tilts her chin up and holds my gaze. “Maybe I want to make it worse.”

Fuck.

I’m painfully hard now, and the need to possess her, to claim every inch of her soft skin, is nearly overwhelming.

“Take off my jeans,” I command.

Lainey complies instantly. Her nimble fingers make quick work of my belt buckle. She flicks open the button of my fly and drags my zipper down with deliberate slowness, her eyes never leaving mine.

Then she’s pushing my jeans and boxer briefs down over my hips, freeing my thick erection. It springs up toward my navel, hard and heavy, the swollen head already glistening with precum.

A hint of nerves flickers across her face.

“Don’t act surprised now, baby.” I thread my fingers through her silky hair. “You knew exactly what you were getting intoriling me up like that.” I tip her head back and tap the head of my cock on her chin. “Now open.”

Lainey looks up at me and smirks. Then she parts her soft pink lips and takes me into the wet heat of her mouth.

A groan tears from my throat at the sensation of her tongue swirling around my sensitive tip. She sucks me deeper, her hand coming up to wrap around the base of my shaft.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, this sweet angel on her knees for me, eagerly swallowing down my cock. She starts to move her other hand between her thighs, but I tug sharply on her hair.

“No touching yourself,” I command gruffly. “I want you completely focused on me. On making me feel good with that pretty mouth.”

Lainey whimpers around my length but obediently returns both hands to my thighs. She doubles her efforts, taking me so deep I feel the back of her throat.

She pulls back to catch her breath, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my cock. It’s obscenely erotic.

“You taste so good,” she purrs before swallowing me down again.

My head falls back as I lose myself to the blissful sensations. The wet glide of her lips, the teasing flicks of her tongue, the warm suction every time she pulls back.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that,” I praise breathlessly, my grip on her hair tightening. “Take what you wanted so badly.”

Lainey moans around my thickness, the vibrations making my balls draw up tight. She works my shaft with single-minded focus, driven by her own desire to please me, to push me over the edge.

“Fuck.” My jaw clenches as the pressure builds, a tight coil in my gut winding tighter and tighter. “Lainey,” I grit out, my voice low and rough, barely recognizable. “Stop.”

She doesn’t.

Her lips tighten around me, her tongue working in a way that makes my knees threaten to buckle. My hand fists in her hair and I yank her head back again. “I said stop.”

Her eyes flick up to mine. They’re wide and blue and fucking innocent, like she’s not driving me out of my goddamn mind.

Then she pulls back just enough to murmur, “Why?”

The word is soft and teasing, and it’s all I can do not to lose it right there.

“Because,” I growl, my breath coming harder now, “if you don’t, I’m going to?—”

She cuts me off by taking me deeper, her throat opening around me, and I swear my vision blurs.

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