Page 117 of Ruthless Creatures
Kage pushes me to the floor beside the bed. He instructs me to get on all fours and says I’m to squeeze his thigh if I get too close to orgasm.
Then he spanks my bare ass over and over as I suck his cock and try desperately not to come.
When he pauses the spanking, running his open palm over my burning butt, I whine in the back of my throat, squeezing my thighs together to try to get some relief from the throbbing ache in my core.
“No, baby,” he says, breathing hard. “Not yet.”
One of my hands is wrapped around the thick shaft of his cock. The other rests, trembling, on his thigh. I take him deep into my throat, then pull back and swirl my tongue around the engorged head, licking the slit lovingly.
He groans. Then he leans over and fondles my breasts, cupping them in his rough hands and pinching my hard nipples, sending hot bolts of pleasure shooting straight down between my legs.
I whine again. I need so badly for him to fuck me that I’m on the verge of tears.
“Do you need my cock?”
I nod, sucking harder.
He takes my hand and moves it lower, so I’m cupping his balls. I gently squeeze them, earning me a soft moan. He threads a hand into my hair and grips the back of my head, flexing his hips in time to the strokes of my tongue.
When I glance up at him, his eyes are closed. His lips are wet and parted. Deep furrows cross his brow. Every muscle in his stomach is clenched.
He’s just as close as I am.
He whispers, “I love your mouth. Christ, that feels incredible.”
When I squeeze his thigh, he opens his eyes and gazes down at me. His pupils are dilated so wide his irises are nearly obliterated.
He pulls my head back. His cock pops out of my mouth. He kisses me ravenously, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth, then pulls me up onto the bed with his hands under my armpits.
Pushing me flat onto my back, he kisses me again, palming my sex and squeezing.
“I love this cunt, too,” he says roughly against my mouth. He slides a finger deep inside me, making me arch and moan. “And these beautiful tits.”
He lowers his head to my breasts. He sucks on a nipple, swirling his tongue around and around before gently biting down.
I shudder in pleasure, sinking my hands into his hair and pushing my chest closer to his mouth.
Into my ear, he says gruffly, “I love every fucking perfect part of you, all of you, inside and out, and I’ll never let you go, no matter what happens. Do you understand me?”
His voice is ragged, edged with desperation.
I open my eyes and find him gazing down at me in searingintensity. His face is flushed. He’s more emotional than I’ve ever seen him, his heart blazing in his eyes.
When I nod, he kisses me again, deeply, making a sound of pleasure low in his throat.
Then he breaks away and stands at the edge of the bed, looking down.
“You’re not to move or make a sound.”
His voice has changed. It’s dropped lower, becoming harder and darker. His expression has changed, too. It’s closed off. Impenetrable.
He’s in full alpha mode.
Trembling, my skin on fire and my heart beating like mad, I nod again.
He moves to my dresser and yanks open a drawer. Not finding what he’s looking for, he yanks open another. He reaches in and pushes panties and bras aside, then turns to me, holding a pair of my stockings.
“Lie on your back in the middle of the bed.”
