Page 107 of Her Ruin

My tongue lathed over her clit again, getting her wetter. I knew she needed more, but impatience rode me, and I pressed my rock-hard cock against her, feeling the resistance, feeling the slight give as her ass opened.

“Zayn!” Isla’s hips bucked.

My thumb strummed against her clit, and her protest died in a whimper. I pressed forward. I heard her groan mingled with my own as her ass strangled the head of my cock.

“Zayn, you’re too big.” Her eyes flew open as I inched inside her.

I wasn’t even a quarter of the way in.

“Babe…” Her whispered gasp had my balls tightening. “It’s too big.”

Lube. I needed lube. Her ass was untouched. What the fuck was I thinking?

I pulled out slowly, moving down, covering her pussy with my tongue until she came again.

While she was lying on her side, panting, I got off the bed and went to the bathroom to clean my cock. I hadn’t even been wearing a rubber. I was ready to ass fuck her with no preparation.

Isla was where I left her when I got back on the bed. Rolling into me, she pulled my head down and kissed me passionately. Her hand wrapped around my cock, guiding it to her pussy, and she lined me up.

“Fuck me.”

I fucked her hard. Her body was mine. She gave it to me. I took it. I took it again and again. Fucking her with everything I had. When I felt her coming around my cock, I knew I wouldn’t last. Her pussy muscles were too tight, squeezing me as she spasmed around my cock.

“Are you ready?” Isla asked, her body pliant under my hands.

“Yeah,” I told her gruffly.

She pushed against me until I let up, and with a wiggle and a contented smile, she lay on her front, lifting her ass in the air. I slid into her, thinking she wanted to finish as we started.

“Do what you need,” Isla whispered, her hips moving with me.

I pulled out, my thumb dipping into her, rubbing her wetness over her asshole. My hand stroked my cock furiously. I pushed against her. I wasn’t going to go any farther, but her asshole relaxed a little, and I slipped in just a little, but it was enough to feel the tight heat of her ass. My orgasm hit, and it came from the tips of my toes. I thrust against her instinctively, and I heard her cry out as I pushed into her. Quickly, I strummed her clit, but there was no stopping my hips from jerking forward, although I did my best to pull myself back, careful not to hurt her by sinking in completely.

Panting and exhausted, I rolled off of her, gathering her with me, not giving a fuck that she was sticky with both of us.

“You ruin me,” Isla murmured, kissing my chest softly as she snuggled into me.

“Because you’re mine.”

We fell asleep, wrecked, spent, and completely content.

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“I’ve seena lot of shit in my day, but now, I’ve seen too much.”

I opened my eyes to meet Rye’s gaze. Instinctively, I tugged the covers higher up over Isla.

“Quit looking and you’ll live to see another day,” I muttered, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and checking Isla was still asleep. “Why are you here?”

“Is it your charm that keeps them coming back?” Rye deadpanned. He didn’t look away as I walked naked to the bathroom. Nudity didn’t bother Rye; he was merely waiting for an answer.

In the bathroom, I found my boxers and pulled them and my jeans on. Pulling my shirt on, I exited the bathroom and faced him, glancing once at the bed where she still slept.

“Someone’s worn out.”

“Keep your voice down,” I scolded him. “What’s up? I thought you had an all-day baby screaming fest.”

“You know baby shower means the bun’s still in the oven, don’t you?”

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