Page 7 of Ruckus

“It feels big,” she tells me breathlessly.

“You like this big dick stretching you?” I continue to thrust into her from behind.

“Yes.”

“You’re so fucking tight, you must be hurting. Why don’t you stop being stubborn and ask me to go easy on you?” I slide my hand around her body and grip one of her tits in my palm.

She shakes her head defiantly.

“We’re only going to do this once, and I want the full Ruckus experience.” She looks back over her shoulder and smiles at me, and although her eyes are watering and her jaw is tense. I fuck her that little bit harder because her words sting. Whether I want to admit it or not… She right. I’m fucking wounded.

“You wanna come again?” I lower my hand to her pussy and stroke my finger over her clit, I’ve already learned what her body needs.

“Oh fuck.” She reaches her arms back behind us and clings them around my neck, and it doesn’t take long for her breathing to get heavier and her pussy to clamp me tighter.

“I think you like the way I make you hurt, Princess.” I laugh darkly, feeling my cock swell inside her along with my pride.

I can feel myself getting closer. In all honesty, it’s a miracle I’ve held off this long, but since she’s made it clear this is a one-time thing I have to make it last.

“Tell me you ain’t ever gonna regret this?” I slide my hand up her throat and use her jaw to tip her head back so I can fill her mouth with my tongue.

“Tell me…” I growl, pulling my lips back and holding still inside her. My fingertips clench her jaw tighter while I wait on her answer, and I swear I can feel my heart beating out of my chest.

“Never.” She smiles at me as her eyes swell with tears. “I’m never going to regret this, Ruckus.”

Her words finish me.

I lay under the covers while she takes a shower, reflecting on what I’ve done. It’s not my usual routine, but it just didn’t feel right to leave straight after. I tell myself it’s because the club’s still busy. If I left now there's a chance I’d be seen. I tell myself that because it helps me deny how good I felt when she offered for me to stay here till morning.

She didn’t seem like she was bothered either way, which makes all this so much more confusing. I don’t know what the fuck I should do, so I reach down to the floor and I pull my coin from my cut, holding it in my hand.

The thoughts inside my head are so fuckin’ stupid.Yeahshe’s hot, andyeahshe just made me come like no other bitch has ever made me come before. But that doesn’t take away the fact we hate each other. She’s still Aaron’s annoying little sister and I’m still his arrogant best friend. I should never have taken her virginity because now it suddenly feels like Aaron’s annoying little sister belongs to me.

The bathroom door opens and when she walks out she’s looking all pretty and shy as she checks the towel is tucked tight around her chest.

“Still here, huh?” She smiles, sitting on the edge of the mattress with her back to me. I wanna stand up on my knees and crawl up behind her, kiss those tiny droplets of water that cling to her shoulder and rip that damn towel off her body.

“Are you hurting? And don’t try being smart… just be honest.” I reach my hand out to touch her and quickly retract itwhen I remember that she’s not fuckin’ mine. She’s just another thing that I’ve ruined.

“Well it’s not very easy to walk, if that's what you're getting at.” She lies back on the pillow, staying above the covers and staring at the ceiling.

“Is it always like that?” She eventually turns her head so we’re face to face.

“I’m sure it gets less painful the more ya do.”

“Not that,” she interrupts. “I mean does it always feel so intense?” She looks overwhelmed and I decide it’s one of my favorite expressions on her.

“No,” I whisper and shake my head.

“You think it’s because of the way we feel about each other?” Her words throw me off guard, and I turn my body into hers and prop my head up on my elbow.

“I mean, there's always so much frustration between us, it could explain why…” Her eyes focus on my lips like she wants to kiss them again.

“Probably,” I agree, though my head is telling me it’s something very different. Something that I ain’t prepared to face up to.

“Why do you always carry that damn coin around with you?” She quickly changes the subject when that tension starts to build back up again, snatching it out of my hand and examining it.

“It was my father’s,” I explain.

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