Page 72 of Ruling Scar
I fill her mouth, using a punishing pace. For all the years she wouldn’t talk to me. For how she tried to get away from me. For how she stared at me in surprise anytime we did come face to face.
My balls tighten and I come down her throat and I swear the sight of her wide eyes imprints on my brain. I release myself from her mouth, my seed spilling down her chin. Using my thumb I catch it, lifting it to her mouth.
She doesn’t need to be prompted. Leonora sucks my thumb as she stares up at me.
Her hard nipples tease me through her shirt and it’s painfully obvious she’s hurting.
I make her work for it.
“You need something, Leonora?”
Her pout could be because I refuse to use a pet name or due to the fact that her thighs keep rubbing together as she remains on her knees in front of me.
Like the other morning, her face grows stormy.
I shrug. “I told you, all you have to do is ask.”
“I. . .” Her mouth opens and shuts. “P-please.”
I tug her from the floor and throw her over the back of the couch. She squeaks when I tear her pants down.
“I can fucking smell your arousal. Tell me what you need and I can help you out.”
A moan catches in her throat at the friction when I bunch her underwear and pull it tight against her pussy.
“I can make you feel good,” I promise. “But you have to tell me how.”
Her lip trembles. She tries to hide against the couch, but my hand tangles into her hair and I force her torso up.
“Do you want my fingers?” I whisper against her ear. “Or my tongue?”
These fucking noises she’s making will be my undoing.
“Tell me which one.” My hand snakes inside her shirt. I push her bra out of the way and pinch a hard nipple.
She bites down on her lip, cutting off a moan, her back arching as I twist her nipple. She takes her pleasure with punishing pain and it turns me the fuck on.
My fingers caress the soft skin, always going back to her nipple.
“Fuck you’re sensitive.” I push my hips into her, reminding her of another sensitive area. “Your pussy is weeping for help. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”
It’s a promise I’ll keep forever. I want my woman satisfied.
“My fingers?” I bite the shell of her ear. “Or my tongue?”
“Y-your cock.”
Fucking hell.
She bites the inside of her cheek, a wild look in her eye. I let go of her hair, keeping up the assault on her nipple. The other hand trails down until it cups her pussy. She tenses before melting into my hand, silently begging for stimulation.
I circle her clit, before thrusting a finger inside her.
Her head crashes against my chest. There’s a look of sadness despite the way she bites back her groans.
“I want my cock to tear into your pussy too,” I admit. Her brows lift slightly. “I want nothing more than for your cunt to milk my cock just like its milking my fingers.”
I add another one, stretching her. She’s so tight and warm.
