Page 132 of Ruin My Life
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” I whisper against her ear, my lips brushing the shell. “You can take it.”
Her nails dig into my back the second I push in that first inch. I still, letting her adjust, even as every muscle in my body trembles with restraint.
Her breaths are short, shallow—almost panicked.
I lower my mouth, kiss her slow and deep, coaxing her to match the rhythm of my tongue instead of the tremor in her lungs.
“You’re okay,” I murmur between kisses. “You’re doing so fucking good.”
“Damon...” My name leaves her lips like a broken prayer, half moan, half cry. “Please. Don’t stop.”
A growl rumbles low in my chest, primal and possessive, as I sink in deeper. Her pussy clamps down on me, a desperate, perfect grip that threatens to tear me apart. Inch by inch, I fight the urge to slam home.
She’s so tight, so wet, so fuckingeverything—I feel like I’m being devoured.
She moans, sharp and breathy, and the sound spurs me on. I bury my face in her neck and groan as I bottom out, her body gripping me like she wasmadeto break me.
“Fuck. You feel so fucking good.” My fingers find her hip, anchoring myself as her nails leave claw marks across my back.
The sting feels earned. A reminder that she’s all thorns beneath those soft curves—and I’d rather bleed than let her go.
I drag my teeth over the smooth column of her neck, then sink them gently into her skin, just above her collarbone. She gasps, hissing at the mark I leave behind.
I want everyone to know she’s mine. From this night forward.
I start slow. Letting her feel every inch as I roll my hips.
But she’s not content with slow.
She grips me tighter, her pussy milking me with every thrust, pulling me deeper.
My control slips. The rhythm quickens. Her moans become scattered, raw.
But I can tell—she’s still holding back.
And I don’t want that.
I wantallof her.
I want her to come apart at the seams. To let go of whatever she has in her head.
I want her to let it all go until I’m the only thing left to hold onto.
I reach between us, my fingers finding her clit, slick and swollen. The moment I brush my thumb over it, she jerks beneath me, hips bucking hard.
“Oh,fuck me,” she groans, her voice wrecked, wild.
She grinds into my palm like it’s the only thing tethering her to reality, meeting each of my thrusts with a need that burns all the way down to my bones.
I find the rhythm—the one that makes her breath hitch, makes her hips rise to meet mine perfectly, every time.
My cock drives into her again and again as I circle her clit—slow and firm—watching every twitch, every quake.
“Let go, Brie,” I growl, capturing her lip between my teeth and tugging. “I’ve got you. You can shatter all you want—I’ll pick up every jagged piece and put you back together again.”
Her whole body tightens, hands clawing at my shoulders, legs locked around my hips as her pussy clenches hard around me.
The moment she falls, I go with her—pulled into the undertow of her orgasm like I was born to drown there. I bury myself deep and let go, pouring everything I am into her.
