Page 24 of Into Ruin

Still peaceful.

“You are the temptation that will kill me,” I whisper.

And yet, my cock is hard. I push my boxers down, slide the strip of damp fabric between her legs out of the way, and guide my tip to her wet entrance. I thrust into her carefully, inch by inch. I feed her my dick slower than I’ve ever had to do, but there’s part of me that now doesn’t want her to wake up.

I like a challenge.

And fucking Harper while she sleeps, leaving her with only the feeling of being ravaged, with cum leaking from her cunt, sings in my blood.

That’s what I want.

No—that’s what I fucking need.

If she wakes up, I’ll try again tomorrow. Maybe I’ll drug her. Or put my hand at her throat, my fingers digging into her pulse points, until she passes back out.

This infatuation with her is insane. It doesn’t make sense.

And yet?—

I let out a low groan when I bottom out inside her.

She scared away the girl I was screwing—mid-screw—and she didn’t bat an eye. She listens to my orders, even as she glares at me. She fights but she likes it when I win.

Where else am I going to find that?

My muscles tense, but I keep myself hovering off of her. I don’t want the weight of my body to wake her. Our only point of contact is where I’m inside her. The brush of my hips against hers. The barest touch of her calves against my knees.

Then, I begin.

I take what I need from her body, every move sending a tremor through my abdomen and up my back. She doesn’t offer any resistance, but the faint pulse of arousal in her cunt seems to echo straight up my dick.

She gets wetter.

“You better be dreaming about me,” I growl under my breath.

She squeezes around me.

I’m too far gone to stop. Her face doesn’t change. Her chest rises and falls steadily. But her pussy seems to have a mind of its own, the flutter of muscles inside her tipping me over the edge faster than I expect.

Pleasure zings through my cock, up my back. I see stars for a minute, and my hearing goes out. It’s replaced by a rushing noise that takes over, only to fade a minute later.

I fucked her without a condom. My cum is inside her.

Harper still sleeps.

I pull out and slip off the mattress, and she rolls onto her side. She brings her knees up, exposing the wet spot on her panties.

My cum, her arousal.

I exhale slowly, then smile. I go to retrieve my phone and end the recording.

Only time will tell if this needs to work its way into my new routine.

11

HARPER

Iwake with my hand in my underwear. My fingers press to my clit, my hips shift and roll. I let out an unholy moan and twist onto my stomach, unable to fight the urge to bring myself to orgasm. It’s instinct, and it doesn’t take me long to tip over the edge.

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