Page 45 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. Two
Her sob is weak as she continues. My hand tightens on her wrist, keeping it pinned behind her back, while her other hand continues to work in between her legs. She’s gripping my dick tightly, so tense and needy.
“You… Rhett, you feel so good,” she gasps.
“You love my dick, don’t you? Love fucking yourself with it and taking everything I have to give you like the cum slut you are?”
“Yes,” she whimpers as her movements grow faster. “I want your cum, Rhett, please.”
With a groan, I say, “You’re so goddamn sexy when you beg.”
Under any other circumstances, I wouldn’t be able to stand it. Her begging would crack my heart in two. But in bed? Fuck, I’ll never get enough of it.
“Please give it to me, Rhett,” she whispers. “I need it.”
I click my tongue. “Aww, was Oliver’s cum not enough for you earlier? You need more? So greedy, Wren.”
“I am,” she says, barely able to keep her voice low. “I’m your greedy slut, and I need you to fill me up.”
“Then you’d better be a good girl and come on my cock, hmm?”
Desperately, she nods. I adjust my legs for better leverage, and then I start thrusting up into her. She gasps, and I can tell it’s taking everything in her to stay quiet. Her body gets impossibly tense, her back arches, and then she throws her head back.
“Oh,fuck,”I groan as she comes. The contractions feel like heaven, and they pull me closer to my own orgasm. “That’s it, sweetheart.”
“Rhett,” she whimpers as her fingers slow over her clit. “God, Rhett.”
I pull her down until her mouth crashes against mine. When she whines into my mouth, I pump into her one last time before giving her a break. “Can you handle more?” I ask.
“Use me,” she whispers. “Fuck me like I’m your toy. Please.”
Holding her to me, I move us so she’s on her back again, all while staying inside of her. She moans into my shoulder and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me close.
I prefer being able to see her in a position like this, but even with the lights off, it’s pure ecstasy. I start off with slow, deep thrusts that have me holding back a groan. “Do you know how good you feel? Fucking hell, Wren. If I could keep you like this forever, I would.”
Her legs come around my waist, keeping my body as close to hers as she can. Her skin is temptingly soft, and I find myself burying my face in her hair. The floral scent of her shampoo fills my nostrils as I inhale deeply.
I don’t last long—rarely do in this position. Wren holds onto me as I come with a stifled moan.
“Fuck.”I press into Wren one last time. As I shudder through the tail end of my orgasm, my lips find hers. The kiss is uncoordinated and sloppy because I can’t manage anything else. My mind is blank, all except for a single thought ofher.
I can’t hold myself up, so I hold onto her and roll onto my back. Only then do I let myself relax. With Wren on top of me, it makes it harder to catch my breath, but I don’t care. I love feeling her limp, trembling body against mine, knowing I’m the one who did that to her.
“I’m pretty sure you already know this,” she mumbles sleepily against my chest, “but you’re really fucking good at that.”
“So are you.” I raise my head to kiss her forehead. “My pretty toy.”
She yawns, already half asleep, before muttering, “I like being yours.”
My heart stutters. Really, I don’t know why. I’ve told her she’s mine.Ours.And I’m already hers as well. But hearing her say it out loud… it makes everything feel so much more real. Irreversible.
Easing into a sitting position, I say, “We need to get you cleaned up before you fall asleep.”
She grumbles some sort of protest, but at the same time, she drags herself out of bed and heads to the bathroom. After she pees, we take a quick shower, and then she falls back into bed. I’m not tired enough to sleep, but I think I might be able to get there, so I shut off my laptop and climb in with her.
The second I touch Wren, she snuggles up to me. Her arm flops over my stomach, and within minutes, her breathing evens out. For now, it seems like I fucked the anxiety right out of her. If she’s dreaming, she’s not having nightmares.
I hope she has a peaceful night. I always hope she does. Fuck, what I’d give to keep her happy and safe from the things that haunt her. Carefully, I pull her even closer to me and kiss the top of her head. She moans, nestling her head against my chest.
“I think,” I whisper to her sleeping form, “I think I’m falling…”
