Page 47 of Made For Ruin

His filthy words make me shudder and gush around his pumping fingers. It’s so dirty and wrong but it just feels so incredibly right.

“I’ll keep you full of me,” he promises darkly. “This pussy will never be empty again.”

I can only moan and rock my hips into his hand, letting him finger-fuck his own release back inside me. I’ve never felt so deliciously debauched, so utterly claimed.

After thoroughly saturating my channel with his seed, Marcus withdraws his fingers and brings them to my mouth. I part my lips eagerly, my tongue darting out to lap our mingled essence from his skin.

The taste is intoxicating. Salty musk and tangy cream. I suck his fingers clean, my cheeks hollowing lewdly.

His eyes gleam with satisfaction. “My perfect dirty girl.”

I preen under his approval, heat licking through my veins.

I’ve never been a fan of crude dirty talk before, but the way Marcus says those vulgar words, the way he looks at me like I’m the filthiest treasure... It turns me on like nothing else.

Finally releasing his fingers with an obscene pop, I collapse back onto his chest, completely wrung out. Marcus strokes my hair soothingly, coaxing me down from the erotic high.

“Stay here. I’m going to run to the kitchen.”

I make a muzzy sound of protest, clinging to him tighter. I don’t want him to go, don’t want to lose his warmth surrounding me.

Marcus chuckles softly and peels my arms from around his neck. “I’ll just be a minute, baby. I need to take care of my girl.”

My heart flips at the endearment, at the gentle kiss he presses to my forehead before slipping out of bed. I curl up in the warm spot he left behind, utterly content.

Marcus returns a moment later with an ice pack, a cupcake and a glass of water. My heart swells at his thoughtfulness.

He sits on the edge of the bed and hands me the water first. “Drink,” he encourages gently.

I sit up and take small sips, the cool liquid soothing my dry throat. Marcus watches me intently, making sure I drain the glass. When I finish, he takes it from me and sets it aside.

“Lay on your stomach, sweetheart,” he instructs.

I stretch out on the bed. The movement makes me wince as my well-spanked ass makes contact with the sheets. Marcus notices and frowns in concern.

“Too much?” he asks, his brow furrowed.

“No, I’m okay,” I assure him. “Just a little sore. But a good sore.”

His expression softens. “I’m going to put some ice on it to help with the sting.”

I shiver slightly as he rests the cold pack on my heated flesh, but it quickly starts to numb the burning sensation. I sigh in relief and relax into the mattress.

Marcus sits beside me, stroking my hair back from my face with his free hand.

“You took your punishment so well. I’m proud of you.”

I practically purr at his praise, arching into his touch like a cat. “I wanted to be good for you,” I murmur.

“You were,” he assures me. “So very good.”

I flush with pleasure, my heart feeling like it might burst.

After a few minutes, Marcus removes the ice pack. “How’s that feel now?”

“Much better,” I tell him. “Thank you.”

He leans down to press a kiss to the small of my back, making me shiver. “Anything for my good girl.”

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