Page 55 of Ruthless Lord
My heart’s racing. My mouth is watering. I’m shaking with anticipation. This isn’t going to help me sleep.
But I don’t care. It’s dark and he’s beautiful, and I want to do something stupid.
Something for myself. Not for my family, not for my grandfather.
For me.
My fingers graze over the tip of his dick. He’s half hard already, and as I wrap my hand around his shaft, he quickly stiffens.
“Is this what you do to yourself?” I whisper, chest aching with fear and excitement.
“Just like that.” His voice is laced with sin and lust. I want to drink that sound and drown in it.
“Tell me what you think about.” I tug his boxer briefs down, releasing his massive dick, and kick the sheets away. I want to see him. And god, I’m rewarded with a beautiful cock, veiny and big, achingly hard and twitching with his heart. My fingers barely touch around his girth. I rub my palm around his tip, smearing his precum into my hand, before stroking him again, gliding up and down.
“I picture your sweet skin under my hands,” he whispers as I keep stroking. “You know the sound you make? When I spank you? It’s a whimper, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard in my life. It’s the same noise you make as you’re about to come. I picture you moaning under my hands. My fingers deep inside, gliding in and out, teasing your clit, driving you wild. Do you know how much I love seeing you squirm?”
“You want to fuck me more, don’t you?” His steel-hard cock suggests he absolutely does. “Would you fuck me now if I asked?”
“It’s taking all my willpower not to touch you.”
“That’s good.” I stroke him faster, up and down, gliding root to tip. “I didn’t give you permission.”
His eyes blaze into mine. His jaw’s set and locked. “You’re teasing me.”
“A little bit. But I’m also enjoying this.”
“You know what’s funny?” He leans forward suddenly, propping himself on one elbow, his mouth coming close to mine. I gasp in surprise, stroking him faster. He moves so fast, but he doesn’t cross the line. His breath is warm on mine and I can almost taste his minty, whiskey-tinged tongue. I want it, silky and delicious, dominating me, drinking me down, but I don’t move. Except for my hand. “You think you’re winning.”
Desire fills my head like liquor. I’m dizzy and excited. I go faster, pumping my little fist along his big dick. “Seems like you’re the one jerking off in the shower while picturing me.”
“Only because I know what I want, while you’re walking around pretending like you don’t want me to fuck you into a quivering mess.”
“Shit.” I bite my lip to stop from moaning. “You really think that?”
“I think you’re trying to decide if you want me to come or not. But either way, I get what I want.”
“You’re such a fucking asshole.” I stroke him harder now, faster and faster. “You conceited prick.”
“You beautiful fucking girl. I want to destroy your lovely ass with my tongue. I want to fuck you until you scream. I’ll pull your hair and fill your pretty fucking mouth with my cock. Unleash me, Charlie. Ask me to touch you. Tell me you want me to fucking ruin you.”
“Go to hell, you arrogant asshole.” I stroke his tip and watch as his eyes glaze in pure bliss. “You’ll die before you ever feel my tongue on your cock.”
“Oh, fuck,” he whispers, and I watch his control slip. “Damn it, Charlie.”
“Are you going to beg now? Are you going to beg me to suck you? You want me to slip your big dick in my mouth, don’t you? I’ll get my spit all over your shaft. I don’t mind making a mess.”
“God damn it,” he moans, eyes rolling back. I jerk him harder, pumping his massive head and stroking down his shaft.
“Come on, beg me. I know you want to. Break for me, Stefano. Beg your wife to taste you.”
His eyes lock onto mine. The pure yearning is the most arousing thing I’ve ever seen in my life. “Please, Charlie. Suck my fucking cock. Give me what I need.”
God, yes, oh my god, I shove him back and lean forward, taking his tip into my mouth, salty and warm, and I suck him hard because he finally shattered for me, he bent and I won, and I suck his tip and lick him and let my spit slide down his shaft as I take him deep into my throat?—
He bursts on my tongue. His moans are low guttural roars. I keep going, licking and sucking, swallowing him, moaning as I do it. I’ve never felt so turned on in my life, never been so powerful before. To make a man like him give me what I want, that’s the sweetest sin I’ve ever tasted. His warm, salty cum fills my mouth, and I pull back, gasping for air when he’s finally done.
I stare at him in the darkness. He’s breathing hard and looking back, face a mixture of bliss and horror. I put my fingers in my mouth, licking what’s left of him from them.
