Page 84 of Made For Ruin

"Safe." She threads her fingers into my hair. "Wanted. Like I don't have to be strong all the time."

The vulnerability in her voice makes my chest tight.

"You're always strong. But here, with me, you can just be mine."

In one smooth motion, I lift her, pinning her between my body and the door. Her legs wrap around my waist instinctively.

Then I capture her mouth in a deep kiss. The sounds of the reception fade away until there's nothing but her - the taste of her lips, the scent of her skin, the feel of her body pressed against mine.

My hand slips beneath the hem of her dress, finding the lace edge of her panties. I tear my mouth from hers.

"You've been teasing me in this dress all day. Did you wear these for me, too?"

She nods, lower lip caught between her teeth. "I thought about you when I put them on. How much I wanted you to take them off me."

A growl rumbles through my chest at her words. My fingers hook into the delicate lace, ripping it away. Her gasp mingles with the sound of tearing fabric.

"Marcus!" Her eyes widen, but her hips roll against mine, seeking friction.

"I'll buy you a new pair." I slide my hand between her thighs, finding her already wet for me. "Fuck, Lainey. You're soaked."

"It's what you do to me." She rocks against my fingers. "I've been thinking about you touching me like this all day."

I withdraw my hand, ignoring her whimper of protest. The sound of my zipper mingles with our labored breathing. I free my aching cock, fisting it roughly.

"Beg me for it, baby." I rub the swollen head through her slick slit. "Beg me to fuck this sweet little cunt.”

"Please." She tries to sink down onto me, but I hold her still. "Please, I need your cock. I need you to fuck me.”

I tease her entrance with the tip of my cock, savoring the desperate little sounds spilling from her lips.

"You're always so eager for me, aren't you, sweetheart? So ready to take what I give you."

With one swift thrust, I bury myself deep inside her tight heat. We both groan at the intensity of the connection. Her walls grip me like a vice as I start to move.

"Fuck, you feel incredible." I punctuate each word with a powerful snap of my hips. "So hot and wet for me, like you were made to take my cock."

Lainey clings to my shoulders, nails digging in through my suit jacket as I pound into her. The door rattles with the force of my thrusts, but I don't slow down. I can't, not with her perfect body wrapped around me so completely.

"Look at me,” I demand roughly, needing to see the pleasure in her eyes. "Watch me while I claim this sweet cunt."

Her lashes flutter open, pupils blown wide with lust and adoration. The absolute trust and submission in her gaze make my balls tighten. I capture her mouth in a filthy kiss, tongues tangling, teeth clashing. Branding her with my taste.

"Marcus, I'm so close," Lainey pants against my lips. "You make me feel so good."

"That's it. Let go for me, sweetheart." I grind against her clit with every thrust. "Squeeze my cock and drench me with your come. Show me who this pussy belongs to."

Lainey throws her head back with a sharp cry as her orgasm crashes over her. Her walls spasm around my cock, fluttering and clenching in the most delicious way.

The intensity of her pleasure triggers my own. With a guttural groan, I bury myself balls-deep and empty inside her, marking her with my seed.

I press my forehead to hers as we catch our breath, still intimately joined.

"Mine," I rasp out, still pulsing inside her heat. "All mine."

"Yours," Lainey agrees breathlessly, soft and pliant in my arms. "Always."

We takeour time cleaning up, savoring the intimate moments of putting each other back together. I help Lainey slide her dress back into place, my fingers lingering on her silk-covered curves. She giggles as I press a kiss to her shoulder, the sound light and carefree.

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