Page 69 of Ruthless Lord
Otherwise, I’d give in to his every dark whim.
I don’t trust myself. I never have.
And now I’m spiraling again. Deeper and deeper into his kiss as he devours my pussy, growling as he does it, praising my body and my taste and everything about me, sending my mind into overdrive as the pressure builds.
This is wrong, this is all wrong.
“Fuck me,” I plead with him, dancing right at that edge, playing with the abyss and afraid of dropping. “Fuck me, Stefano,please.”
“You’re so damn polite, but not yet,” he snarls, gliding two big fingers in deep. I cry out, pulling him closer. “I need you to come for me. Get nice and fucking soaked. And then you’ll be ready for me. Otherwise I’ll rip you to fucking shreds, baby.”
Oh, god, the thought of his massive cock tearing me to pieces finally is the nudge I needed. I shatter against his mouth as his fingers keep grinding into me, his tongue licking and sucking as I finish in a thunderclap, and then he’s kissing me again, the tasteof my pussy on his tongue, salty and honey and warm. His belt comes off, his jeans next, and I desperately stroke his dick with both hands as he struggles to free himself from his boxer briefs.
“I want to look into your eyes when you come this time,” he whispers, nose nudging mine, his thick tip gliding up and down my slit.
“Stop teasing andfuck me,” I beg, and Stefano gives me the slightest smile.
“Since you’re so damn polite?—”
He moves his hips forward and slowly breaks into me. I gasp, arching, grinding closer, wanting more and more and more. He fills me, sliding in deeper and deeper until he’s up to the hilt and I’m right next to shattering all over again. I’ve never been so full, never been so stretched. Never felt so taken and controlled andfuckedin my life.
His hips rock as his mouth finds mine. He kisses me, smothering my mouth, wet and delicious as he claps into me. Our hips press together and the desk trembles under me, but he’s not slowing. He fucks me ravenously, hungrily, rough and deep like he’s been barely holding back. I dig my fingers into his ass, and he responds by pulling my hair. I scratch his shoulders, and he bites my nipples. I chew on his lower lip, and he fucks me roughly, pounding into my tight pussy.
“All fucking mine,” he snarls in my ear. “Every inch. Every drop. Every fucking moan and all your orgasms from here until forever, they’re allmine, and I’m all yours.”
“God, yes, you’re mine.” My brain’s blazing with ecstasy. I’m deep in another world. It’s filthy and glorious and everything I’ve always been missing. This pure physical bliss is somethingI’ve been searching for all my life. Simple, real pleasure, untainted by family or money or politics. Physical, animal, and immediate.
I could grind myself into him. I could lose my mind, and that’d be alright. I want to be his, all his, and nothing else right now as he fucks me into oblivion.
“Say you’re my good girl,” he whispers, pounding in deep with slick strokes. I’m so wet he slides in and out, obscenely making damp sounds. “Say you’re fucking filthy for me. Tell me you’ll do what I ask. You’ll cross any lines. You’ll bemine.”
“I’m your good girl,” I whimper, kissing his chest, tonguing a puckered scar near his heart. “I’m all yours, all yours, all?—”
I arch my back. He strokes, hitting the right rhythm, and it’s finally too much.
I break for him. I shatter, god, I’m destroyed, as I come harder than I’ve ever come in my life before. I see spots and feel like my heart’s going to give out, and I feel him finish with me, growling like an animal as he fills me to the brim, coming deep between my legs.
“Fuck, Charlie,” he whispers, kissing me, greedy. “God, you’re too much. You’re too fucking much.”
I kiss him back, dizzy and hazy. “I get that a lot.”
He snarls, licking my lower lip, holding me like he doesn’t want to let me go. Probably because once he does, the rules are back in place.
I don’t move. I don’t speak. I stay with him softening slowly inside me, my face crammed to his chest, breathing in the smell of our sex.
“You’re allowed to come to work with me whenever you want.” He runs his fingers through my hair.
“Don’t you have work things to do though?”
“I have no idea.”
“Typical boss. Getting all the credit while putting in none of the actual effort.”
“Trust me, if I could get out of here, I would.”
“Why are you in charge, anyway?”
“Luca trusted me with this. He and Enzo are off running some other job and it was left to me. This was a promotion.”
