Page 72 of Made For Ruin

Marcus sits down and pulls me onto his lap so that my back is against his front. The position has my dress riding up my thighs, exposing the lacy tops of my thigh highs. His hands slide up my legs, his fingers teasing along the edge of the delicate lace.

“Look,” he instructs, nodding his head toward a scene off to the left. “Isn’t that what caught your eye downstairs?”

I follow his gaze.

It’s the trio from earlier, the ones I couldn’t tear my eyes away from. Only now, the woman is getting her clit licked while her ass is eaten out.

“What do you think, baby?” His breath is hot against my ear. “Does that make your pretty little pussy clench?”

“Yes,” I rasp out. I’m transfixed by the wanton display, the ecstasy etched on the woman’s face, the way the men seem to be devouring her with an almost feral hunger. “Fuck yes.”

Marcus’s hand slides around my throat and his fingers tighten just enough to make my pulse jump.

“Good. Now spread your legs so we can see who comes first. You or her.”

I obey instantly, letting my knees fall open.

Marcus hooks his fingers in my panties and draws them down my legs, leaving me bare. His hand smooths back up my thigh, fingertips just barely grazing where I’m wet and aching.

I whimper shamelessly, trying to shift my hips to get him where I need him. But his grip tightens, stilling me.

“Patience,” he chides. “We’re going to take this nice and slow. I want you mindless with pleasure by the time I let you come.”

A full body shudder wracks through me at the dark promise in his words.

Slow is the last thing I want right now. I’m so turned on I feel like I might combust if I don’t get some relief soon. But I don’t have a choice. I’m at Marcus’s mercy. And fuck, if that thought doesn’t make me clench and gush even more.

Below, the woman sandwiched between the two men arches her back as she lets out a sharp cry. Even from this distance, I can see her body shaking, hovering on the knife’s edge of release.

“Look at her.” Marcus’s voice is a low growl in my ear as his fingers circle lazily around my clit. “She’s so close. Can you imagine how good it’s going to feel when she finally lets go? When she comes screaming on their tongues?”

My nails dig into his denim-clad thighs as I fight the urge to grind myself against his maddeningly light touch. “Yes,” I gasp out.

He starts to rub my clit then, firm circles that send sparks of agonizing bliss firing through my nerve endings. I moan brokenly, my head falling back against his shoulder as I finally get a taste of the friction I’m so desperate for.

His fingers dip lower, parting my swollen lips and delving into the slick heat of my cunt. Two thick digits pump in and out, curling in a come-hither motion that has me seeing stars. His thumb keeps up that perfect pressure on my clit and the dual stimulation winds the coil in my core tighter and tighter.

“That’s it.” His voice a sinful rasp. “Give in to it. Let me feel you drip.”

Below us, the woman’s cries are getting louder and more urgent. Her thighs start to tremble and the men double down on their efforts, licking and sucking her with wild abandon.

“Come on baby,” Marcus growls, his fingers pumping faster, thumb circling my clit with more pressure. “Come with her. Let me feel this pussy clamp down on me.”

My climax hits with the force of a speeding train.

Ecstasy detonates through my core as I shatter in his arms, pulsing and clenching around his fingers buried deep inside me. I’m only vaguely aware of the guttural moan that rips from my throat, my vision whiting out at the edges.

Through the haze of my own release, I watch the woman stiffen and convulse, her orgasm crashing over her in relentless waves. The men work her through it mercilessly, wringing every last ounce of pleasure from her trembling body.

“Fuck,” Marcus grits out.

Before I can catch my breath, he’s pushing me up to stand on wobbly legs. In a flash, he bends me over the chair and shoves my dress up around my waist.

“Hands on the armrests,” he commands. “Don’t move them.”

I obey eagerly, a fresh gush of arousal flooding my core at his dominance. I hear the clink of his belt buckle, followed by the rasp of his zipper. Then I feel the thick head of his cock notching into my entrance.

“Always so goddamn tight,” he groans.

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