Page 8 of Ruin Me
His fingers dipped around to my pussy, sliding up and down my wet panties. His growl was animalistic as he pushed the elastic away from my lips and dipped a finger in between my folds.
Oh sweet jesus.
I moaned at the intrusion and heard his voice deepen, harden even, as he said the one thing I never even knew I liked.
“Are you going to be a good girl and let me fuck some sense into you?”
Oh my fucking god.
Yes, I was.
But the words didn’t come, only a little whimper as he slid another finger into me and began to finger fuck me. I gripped onto his ankle to hold on as my entire body shook with the need to come around his fingers.
“Ah fuck, Hadley,” he groaned. His fingers slipped out of me and I all but sobbed at the loss of them. He yanked my panties down and tossed me on the bed, head first. His hands were on my hips now, propping me up on the end of the bed. I could barely breathe as I tried to push up on the bed. He shoved me back down, keeping my ass high in the air.
The unzipping of his pants had my pussy almost convulsing at what I could expect. His fingers moved back into me, twostraight to the knuckle. He wiggled them around expertly, seeking my g spot as I groaned into the material of the quilt. His other hand slapped the side of my ass, forcing a squeak to come out of me.
“That’s it,” he said, his voice all but a grumble. “Be a good girl and show me that ass.”
I stuck my ass as high up as I could. It was a base need that I needed to have him inside of me, fingers, cock, tongue - whatever the fuck he was willing to give me right now. I needed it like I needed air to breathe and that scared me a little.
“Now fuck my fingers,” he growled.
I did as he asked, needing him to make me slick with need, needing him to make me scream. Fuck knew I needed a release. It had been a week of unending stress, and even before that I’d had very little action. I couldn’t believe I was letting Rhett fucking Nicholas do this to me, but damn I liked it.
No, I fucking loved what he was doing to me right now.
I didn’t want it to stop.
I wanted him to command me, to tell me what to do. It was a nice change from having to make decisions every damn day. I wanted him to use me like a doll and fuck me until I couldn’t think anymore.
“That’s it,” he said, almost in a whisper. “Make it nice and wet for me.”
He slid another finger in and I almost came in that moment. He stretched my hole for him. Oh god, if he was stretching me this wide…he had to be packing.
Fuck yes.
He pulled his fingers out and I whimpered at the loss of his heat.
“Hold on, princess,” he chuckled. I heard him move around, and then he was back, his fingers driving into me again, then out, then in. I wanted to scream.
He was fucking playing with me, making me build to such an intense climax and denying me, over and over again.
I was about to turn around and give him a piece of my mind when I felt his hand smack my pussy, hard. I screamed into the pillows as my pussy began to pulsate so hard I thought it may fall off me. My clit was burning with need as I felt the tip of his cock poke into my entrance, and one finger dove onto my clit, slowly rubbing circles around and around. My eyes were rolling back into my head as I felt his cock edge deeper and deeper.
Why was he taking so long to push into me?
Then I felt it.
The telltale sign of a piercing.
On his dick.
Did he have a fucking pierced dick? The cool metal hit my hot pussy and immediately, I felt the ridge of it pushing against my walls. My pussy was throbbing and spasming so completely that I thought I was going to explode into a million pieces.
Wait.
Was that another piercing? And another?
