Page 16 of Into Ruin

“That the position you wanted?” I tug at her panties, moving the pesky strip hiding her cunt from me.

She pushes at my shoulder, her nails scraping my neck.

“I don’t think you actually want me to stop.” I lean forward, practically folding her in half. My cock is so hard, it pulses with an ache to be inside her. “Otherwise, you’d be yelling your head off.”

There’s an idea. Somewhere isolated. Somewhere I can elicit sweet screams from her.

Her gaze moves to the ceiling.

It’s answer enough. She keeps her hand on my arm. I adjust her legs on my shoulder and line up at her slit.

As I push into her.

Her eyes roll back.

She’s tight. Her muscles grip at my length. Every inch I give her causes a shudder to flutter through her abdomen. I groan through my teeth at the sensation. Halfway, I pull out, then push deeper. Her back arches.

I shove her shirt up, exposing her breasts.

Her nipples pebble.

Fuck me twice.

Finally, I sink all the way inside her. I stay there for a long moment, adjusting to her heat, to the squeeze of her cunt. I palm her breast and pinch her nipple.

“Look at me.” I wait. Pinch again.

Her gaze comes back.

Her hand falls away from my arm, and instead tangles in the blankets at her side. Her other one moves up and braces against the headboard.

It’s like… I’ve caught her, and now she’s willing?

“You like being thoroughly trapped, hmm?” I draw out slowly, then slide in. “You like there’s no choice in this? You fight, I fuck you hard. You go still… maybe I make you come, too.”

Her lips part. She considers, but I have no fucking idea what’s going on in that brain of hers. When she doesn’t say anything else, I move. My hips jack, and before long, my pace quickens.

Stamina issues, my ass.

My fingers find her clit. She gasps, the sound sharp in the quiet. I work her toward the edge. Her body sways with every thrust. I can’t stop staring at her breasts, and the need to suck her nipple into my mouth, to bite and suck, is almost overwhelming.

I fight it off and focus on the rest. Her smooth calves, her ankles next to my ear. The soft rolls of her belly in this position.

Does she wear the oversized clothing to hide that? The extra padding on her thighs?

It’s unnecessary. She feels more real than any stick-thin bottle-blonde I’ve had before.

“Better come quietly,” I goad. “Or wake the whole house up—then see what happens.”

She twists, her mouth opening. Nothing comes out. No scream, no gasp or whimper. But her cunt suddenly tightens, clenching around me, and I’m the one to hiss out a breath. It’s too much, and I only last another minute. Just when the pulsing inside her eases, I erupt.

I withdraw and drop her legs. She curls on her side for a long moment, then climbs off the bed. Her hair is a mess. Strands have escaped the tie she must’ve put in to sleep, hanging around her face. Carefully, she tucks them behind her ears.

Condom removed, I tie it and hoist my sweatpants and boxers back into place.

“I suppose your kink is that you don’t get a choice in the matter.” I tilt my head. It’s hard to make out her expression in the light. “Do you feel dirtier for it? That you gave in, in the end? Same as last night. You accepted it the second my cock passed your lips.”

She looks away.

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