Page 88 of Ruthless Lord
“Fuck that. I dream about you.” He shoves my legs wider, roughly, controlling, demanding. “It’s all I can think about. Your taste. Your moans. Fuck, Charlie. This isn’t what I thought when we got married…”
“You wanted a wife in name only.”
“I wanted an alliance. I got a fucking bride instead.”
His tongue stiffens and glides along my folds, licking me open, spreading me enough to find my swollen clit. He rolls around in circles, lapping at it, making these obscene moaning noises as he does it like a man lost in pleasure at a feast. I like it when he’s free like this, finally unloading all the lust he’s been hoarding since the last time I gave him permission. He licks, sucking, drinking my soaking pussy down before gliding two big fingers deep into me.
He moves up, fingers buried, and kisses me. He makes me taste myself, warm and salty on his lips. I moan, whimpering as his fingers curl and slide out, pushing back in, again and again, and I’m so wet it’s like they’re drenched in me.
“I’m straining against myself all the fucking time,” he whispers, kissing me, licking my breasts as he finger-fucks me. “I want to follow your rules. I’m a man of my word, but I want you so fucking badly I’m tempted to turn myself into a goddamn monster to taste you.”
“It sounds like you have some amazing self-control.”
“You have no idea, baby. All day like I’m holding myself back…”
“And when I finally say yes?”
“I’m broken.” He stares at me for a moment, fingers slid in deep. I’m breathing hard and dancing on the edge as the pressure and pleasure build in my core, growing and haunting, heavy and incredible. “I’m fucking shattered when you finally let me loose.”
“Then break.”
“No, baby.” He kisses me then bites my lower lip. “It’s your turn.”
He returns between my legs. His fingers fuck me faster now as his mouth does its filthy job. I picture him aching for me, brooding and dark, stroking himself in the shower, thinking about kissing me, and it’s too much. This man wants me and I’ve never felt like this before in my life. I’ve never had someone need me so badly, and maybe I should be scared, maybe it should freak me out.
Instead, it’s everything.
“Faster,” I moan, back arching. I’m so deep in bliss I can’t even make sentences anymore. “Oh, fuck, Stefano, please, please, faster.”
He obeys, my husband, my beautiful fighter, my killer. He does what I ask when I ask because that’s the kind of man he is. He gives me what I want, especially when I beg for it. His fingers glide in fast and deep as his lips and tongue suck and lick, and I finally shatter. I come so hard I nearly pass out as my hips buck into his mouth, grinding into his face. He’s moaning as I finish, and my ears are ringing when the orgasm finally washes over me.
He stands. I stare up at him, naked, glistening, dizzy. I watch him undress. His massive cock is stiff and throbbing, covered in veins, a bit of precum shining on his tip.
I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. “Come here,” I whisper. “Just let me?—”
I sit up on an elbow. He stoops as I lean forward and lick that precum off. It sticks to my tongue as I pull back, a long stringof it. I look at him, staring into his eyes, loving the fire in his expression. His bleak pure lust.
I reach up and catch the string before it breaks. I smear it around his tip.
“You know what I love?” I whisper as I sit up. I take his cock in both hands and rub the tip against my face, my cheeks, my lips. “How you’re always so hard and dripping with precum for me. It means you want me.” I smear him over my mouth and chin. “It means you can’t get enough.”
“Fuck, Charlie,” he whispers, staring with his mouth hanging open, hips thrusting just slightly like he can’t help himself. “You’re so fucking beautiful with my cock painting your pretty cheeks.”
“You like this?” I rub two fingers across my chin and shove them into my mouth. “I love it too.”
I think that breaks something in him. He grabs me from the couch and turns me around, shoving me down into my hands, my elbows on the back. He kicks my legs wide, making my back arch, but instead of fucking me, he brings one rough hand down on my bare ass with a vicious crack.
I gasp in shock, and before I can moan, I feel him sink inside of me.
His cock spreads me wide. I arch further, wanting him all the way, as pleasure and pain war inside my head. He spanks me again and again before grabbing my hair and fucking me like I’m his tool. Like I was born to this world to be filled and fucked and ruined by him alone. We fit together, better than I’ve ever felt in my life. It’s terrifying the way he fills me, roughly and fully, and leaves me needing more of him.
Over and over he fucks me. The man lost his mind. I finally broke him and I love it. I’m moaning his name and sweating as he fills me roughly, fucking me deep, grinding into my pussy, his hips slamming into my ass again and again. He leans forward, reaching one hand around my hips to graze along my clit, and I feel it coming again.
“All fucking mine,” he snarls in my ear. “Leave me off the leash and I’ll fuck you into oblivion, Charlie. Whenever I want you, I will have you. I’ll make you ache and moan. I’ll fill your mouth and your pussy. I’ll rip myself into your pussy until you scream my name and sing for bliss. Don’t you dare leash me again.”
“Keep going.” I buck into him, pushing back down his shaft. “Please, god, keep going. Keep going!”
He roars his bliss and I scream mine. Everything breaks, the world crumbles into pieces, and I feel him spurting between my legs as the orgasm twists me and breaks me. I shatter and fall to pieces, crumbling for him, gasping and moaning as his arms wrap around my body, his cock still buried inside of me. I’m pulled against him, his huge warmth cradling me tightly, and I could sink into this forever. I could stay right here in bliss for the rest of my life.
