Page 71 of Ruthless Keeper
“Shh,” I hush her. “You’ll get to come in a little bit. This here is forme, not you. I’ve missed your taste, and I’m in a mood to indulge myself.” I kiss her inner thigh. “Hold on for me, Flower. Just a little while longer, and I promise I’ll let you come.”
She releases a loud groan of frustration, head tossing back and forth on the warm stone ground. I don’t think I’d usually like the idea of taking Scarlett on a dirty stone floor, but having sexhere—a place that’s her sanctuary—is uniquely thrilling. I want to draw it out as long as possible so that every time she comes here, she remembers this moment.
Then, I’ll take her back to our apartment and fuck her until I can’t anymore… which will take a while. It’s going to be a long andextremelypleasurable day and night for the both of us.
“Ican’t,” she whispers when I push her to the edge again. “God—just let me come!”
I squeeze her thigh in warning. “Don’t be a greedy girl, Scarlett. Take what you’re given. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
Her eyes roll into the back of her head when I slide two fingers inside her while wrapping my lips around her clit and gently suckling. I feel her inner muscles clench, squeeze, and flutter around myfingers—when I think she’s close to the edgeagain, for what must be the fourth or fifth time, I pull away.
This time, she’s not sweet; she curses me. “Youasshole—I barely ask you foranything, and when I do, you fucking ignore me!I hate you!”
“Hush, Scarlett. You know I’m good for my word. No—close your mouth, it’ll only get you in trouble.” I stand up just long enough to shuck my pants and boxers, enjoying the greedy expression that fills Scarlett’s eyes as she gazes at my cock. I think this little edging session should become a ritual; besides the fact that it’sfun, it’s also turning her to putty beneath my hands. I’m pretty sure I could do anything to her right now, and she’d just let it happen.
“I want you to do one more thing for me, and then I’ll give you everything you need and more,” I say, wrapping her legs around me. “I want you to beg me to fuck you. Can you do that for me, Flower?”
She’s so far gone that there’s no delay. “Please,” she begs. “God, I need it. I need you. Ihaveto come or I’ll die.Please, please, please.”Her pleas are the prettiest thing I’ve ever heard, and theyinvigorateme. I brace one hand by her head, and use the other to guide my cock into her entrance. Tight, wetheavengreets me, and I nearly come… just from pushing my tip into her.
Jesus Christ. I have to hold it together. I won’tletmyself come until she has. Right now, she’s my priority. I try to think of anything but how fucking good she feels as I push inside her. I think of the weather, the ops I distributed earlier while trying to distract myself from coming after her, the message I got from Tobias that she needed support… and none of it works. The tight, hot, sopping wet heaven of her pussy combined with the taste of her on my tongue proves to be too much.
I press a thumb to her clit as I lean down and kiss her, letting her taste her own essence and indulging myself in a long, thorough drinkfrom her lips. Her little fingernails dig into my shoulders and my back as she claws bloody marks over my scars. It hurts, but the pain is worth it.
“Come,” I tell her. “Come for me right now—” I cut off with a hiss as she clenches and convulses around me, pulling me right over the edge with her. My hoarse shout mixes with her scream that nearly shatters the glass; I only manage two thrusts before coming harder than I ever have in my life.
It takes us several moments to come back to ourselves. When we finally do, I gaze down at her, brushing a few damp strands of hair out of her face. “My beautiful little Flower…” I trail my lips along her jaw and kiss her ear. “Don’t make the mistake of thinking we’re done just yet.”
I dress Scarlett only long enough to take her back to our place—and that’s as long as my restraint holds. She’s still trembling from her orgasm when I fall on her again like a rabid animal, tearing her clothes this time, and ripping mine in my haste to get back inside her. She gave me an inch, and I’m going to take the whole fucking mile.
I don’t have the patience to get her to the bedroom, so I bend her right over the kitchen counter and power into her until she screams. I’m much more successful in lasting this time—it still only takes me an embarrassing total of ten minutes to come, but at least I have the presence of mind to make her finish before I do.
The little vixen proves to be nearly as insatiable as I am. When I try to carry her to my bedroom, she scrapes her teeth up my neck… so I take her again on the couch. Then, against the wall.Finallywemake it to a comfortable bed, at which point Scarlett’s trembling and my cock is aching from exhaustion.
I give him a break and go down on her again, teasing the rosebud of her ass with my finger. I’ve never done this before—gone down on a girl after I finished in her—but the combined taste of both of our essence, the proof of our mixed arousal, is insanely erotic. It gets me ready for round four, and I put her on her hands and knees for this one, clutching her luscious ass as I fuck in and out of her like my life depends on it.
My Flower’s trembling all over now, small whimpers and whines escaping her. When I start teasing her clit, needing to feel her fall apart again, she lets out a soft sob.
“I…can’t,” she whimpers. “It’s too much.Please, Greyson—”
“Shh,” I soothe her. “You don’t have any choices here. You’ll come when I tell you to come; you’ll scream my name if I order you to; you’ll be my good little precious Flower, and obey my every command. Won’t you?”
A small whine is all she manages in response. I lean over her, kissing her shoulder blade while working her clit with three fingers, rubbing the short, tight circles. “Be a good girl for me… andcome.”
She goes off, falling apart around me with a choked cry, shaking uncontrollably. I only last a few more thrusts before coming yet again, filling her up with every drop I have to offer. Marking her as my territory, now and forever.
“Such a good girl…” I murmur, kissing her spine. My softening cock slowly slips out of her, and I take a few beats to consider the situation.
If I want Scarlett to be ready for the next four rounds, I should probably give both of us a break. A quick nap or something before we get back to it. All my mandatory work for the day is done; I’mfree to focus all of my attention on my beautiful Flower, and since she initiated, I don’t foresee myself being done before the sun rises.
But a quick rest wouldn’t be amiss for either of us.
I kiss her spine again, her shoulder, her arm… I gently turn her around and kiss away the tearstains on her cheeks—tears ofpleasurethis time, not ones of grief. I hover my lips over hers, silently awaiting permission. I promised Scarlett I wouldn’t kiss her lips without her consent, though I’ll do as I please with the rest of her.
She leans forward and closes the gap between our lips, letting out an erotic little moan as she tastes both of us on my tongue. Her hands weakly clutch at my shoulders as we kiss, and when I’ve gotten enough of her—for now—I leave her with a nip to her lower lip. I plan on doing a wide array of delightfully dirty things to Scarlett, but not until we’ve both rested.
Her eyes flutter as she curls up onto her side, panting, exhausted from the last few hours. I draw her into my arms, spooning her from behind, something warm filling my chest when she doesn’t struggle. That warmth turns into burning heat when her luscious ass presses against my cock, but I force myself to have some restraint. There’ll be a time and place to rut on her like an animal, but not in this moment.
“I hate you…” she murmurs softly.
