Page 51 of Made For Ruin

The word echoes in my mind, primal satisfaction humming through my veins. Lainey is mine now in every way that matters. And I’ll spend every day proving to her that she made the right choice. That she belongs here, with me.

I carry her into the bedroom and kick the door shut behind us. Then I lay Lainey down gently on the bed as I hover over her. She looks up at me with hooded eyes and spreads her legs slowly.

My cock hardens instantly at the sight. “You’re wet for me already, aren’t you, baby?”

“Always,” she purrs, reaching down to part her lower lips and give me an even better view.

“Goddamn.”

I lower myself to my knees in front of her, pushing her thighs even further apart.

“I’m gonna lick this pretty little clit until you come for me, as many times as it takes. You just lay back and take it like a good girl, okay?”

“Yes, Marcus,” Lainey whimpers. “I’ll be good for you.”

With a growl of approval, I lean in and run my tongue along the length of her slit, savoring that first taste of her essence. Lainey cries out, her hips bucking up to meet my mouth. I pin her down with one large hand on her mound, holding her in place.

“Keep those legs spread for me,” I order gruffly before diving back in.

I focus on her clit, flicking the sensitive bud with the tip of my tongue before suckling it between my lips.

Lainey hands tangle in my hair as she grinds herself shamelessly against my face. I slide two thick fingers inside her slick channel, pumping in time with the strokes of my tongue.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Marcus!” she keens, her thighs starting to quake around my ears. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

I double my efforts, tongue working her clit mercilessly as I crook my fingers to find that spot inside her that I know will make her unravel. Lainey writhes beneath me, her moans growing higher pitched and more frantic. But I can sense she’s struggling, hovering right on the edge but unable to let go fully.

“I need more, Marcus,” she whimpers desperately. “Please, I need...”

I know instinctively what she needs.

Still licking steadily at her swollen clit, I trail my other hand down, finding the tight bud of her back entrance. Gently, I circle the puckered rim with the pad of my thumb.

Lainey gasps and a fresh coat of wetness coats my face.

“Is this what you wanted, sweetheart?” I murmur darkly. “You need me to play with this virgin ass while I suck on your greedy little clit?”

“Oh, yes!” Lainey sobs, shameless in her need.

I press my thumb more insistently against her tightest entrance.

“Relax, baby. Open her up for me.”

Lainey takes a shuddering breath and bears down, allowing the tip of my thumb to breach her. The velvety heat is incredible, and I groan appreciatively as I work the thick digit deeper.

“Your ass is gripping me so tight. Such a good girl, opening up this tight little hole just for me.”

I pump my thumb shallowly, letting her adjust to the new sensation as I continue my dedicated assault on her clit.

“Marcus, Marcus!” she chants breathlessly. “Oh fuck, it’s so much... You’re going to make me... Unnngh!”

Her words cut off in a strangled cry as I carefully press my thumb all the way inside the vice of her ass. At the same moment, I suckle her clit hard between my lips, fluttering my tongue rapidly over the tip.

It’s the final push she needs.

With a keening wail, her body goes rigid and then convulses almost violently. I feel her release gush over my hand as her pussy clamps down rhythmically, her ass squeezing my thumb in fluttering pulses.

I work her through it, gentling my touch but not letting up, wringing every last shudder and aftershock from her.

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