Page 60 of Made For Ruin

My eyes drift to the mirror on the opposite wall and I groan at the sight that greets me.

Lainey’s face is flushed and slack with pleasure, her mouth fallen open on a silent cry. Her pert breasts bounce with every harsh snap of my hips. But it’s the wrecked look in her eyes that really undoes me, pupils blown wide and hazy with lust as she watches me take her.

“Look at us,” I command roughly, tugging on her hair until her eyes flutter open and lock with mine in the mirror. “Watch how good I fuck this bratty attitude right out of you.”

Lainey moans, her gaze riveted to where my thick cock disappears into her dripping pussy over and over. I can tell from the flush on her chest and the desperate pitch of her cries that she’s getting close.

“You like watching me fuck you?” I punctuate the question with a sharp thrust that makes her yelp. “Like seeing how deep I stretch this greedy little cunt?”

“Yes, Marcus, fuck!” Her head falls forward, but I yank it back up.

“Eyes on the mirror,” I growl. “I want you to watch yourself come on my cock.”

Lainey keens, her slick inner muscles starting to flutter around me. I pound into her harder, feeling my own release barreling down my spine.

“Come on, baby. Let me feel this pussy milk my cock.” I reach around to circle her swollen clit and her entire body seizes up. “Give it to me, Lainey. Now.”

My command is all it takes.

Lainey shatters with a ragged scream, her pussy spasming wildly as she drenches my thrusting length. The rhythmic clutch of her silky walls drags me over the edge with her and I empty myself inside her with a guttural groan, hips jerking erratically as I fill her with my release.

We stay locked together for a long moment after, chests heaving, sweat cooling on our skin. I brush tender kisses across her shoulder blades as she shivers through the aftershocks. Finally, I ease out of her, my softening cock slipping free of her tender flesh.

Turning her gently in my arms, I cup Lainey’s flushed face in my hands, thumbs stroking over her cheekbones.

Her eyes are glassy and unfocused, face slack with sated bliss. I can’t help but feel a surge of purely male satisfaction seeing her like this.

Thoroughly debauched and pliant.

And all that stubborn sass fucked right out of her.

FIFTEEN

LAINEY

“You can’t blockmy road with your robber again,” Ruby throws a handful of popcorn at Axel. “That’s like the third time!”

“What can I say?” Axel grins as he places the black piece directly in front of Ruby’s longest road. “All’s fair in love and Catan. Maybe if you hadn’t stolen that wheat port from me earlier, you wouldn’t be in this mess.”

Ruby narrows her eyes. “Oh, I’ll steal more than a wheat port if you don’t move that robber, Ruins. Don’t test me.”

She grabs another handful of popcorn and chucks it at him, but he ducks, laughing as it scatters across the floor.

It’s Saturday night, and Ruby, Axel, and I are at Axel’s fancy new apartment in downtown Cooper Hills playing Settlers of Catan. His band is on a break from touring, so he invited us over to hang out and catch up. But, like always, the friendly game has taken a competitive turn.

“Your turn, Lainey,” Ruby says, still glaring at Axel. “Please tell me you have a knight card to move his stupid robber.”

I place the robber on Axel’s wheat hex, and he groans dramatically.

“What the hell, Lainey! I thought we were friends.”

“Friends don’t hoard all the wheat.” I shoot back.

“You know what, I’m feeling very attacked right now,” Axel grumbles, throwing his cards down on the table. “I need a snack.”

“Ooh, I want some of those jalapeño chips you always have stocked!” Ruby exclaims.

“And can I get a LaCroix?” I add. “The passion fruit one if you have it.”

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