Page 21 of Ruthless Temptation
He cuts me off. “I know everything about you, Tara.”
I force a smile, though a pang of guilt wraps itself around me. He just thinks he does. If he knew that I was basically betrothed to one of the most dangerous men in South America, we wouldn’t be here.
I swallow the bile in my throat, pushing myself to focus on the present.
This isn’t the time to think about that.
Just focus on now, Tara.
“I’m going to fuck you raw,” he says, and my stomach tightens in anticipation. I sink my teeth into my lower lips. “And fill you up with my cum.”
I nod. “Yes, sir.Please.”
My hands settle on his shoulders. He’s still fully dressed, and I’m tempted to try to take his shirt off, at least. But I don’t; part of me wonders if he would even allow me to. Our bodies are close enough for me to feel the bulge of his cock in his pants.
One of his hands starts undoing his pants. I grip his shoulders tighter, kissing him. He handles me deftly like a ragdoll. My legs are straddling him and his thick length presses against my entrance.
I look down between us, and my eyes widen.
Even from this vantage point he’s huge—the biggest I’ve ever seen. When our eyes meet, he’s wearing a smug smile.
“Don’t worry, little one,” he whispers, snaking a lock of my hair behind my ear. “It will only hurt a bit.”
That’s all the warning he gives me before he presses his thick length into me, stealing the air out of my lungs. He fills me slowly, and my body stretches to accommodate the size of him. I clutch on to him, tightening my grip on his shoulders. Professor Holmes catches my lips in a kiss that’s more distracting than satisfying.
When he’s filled me completely, I suck in a ragged breath.
The burning pain turns into a satisfying friction when he starts thrusting slowly. He cups my ass with one of his hands, the other supporting my back. The desire is clawing through me. I’m desperate for more of him.
My walls close in around his length, and I wrap my legs around his hips as he picks up the pace.
“Fuck,” the curse falls from his lips in a strangled breath. “You’re so tight.”
I want to spear my nails into his skin, but my nails can’t find purchase in his silky shirt. I settle for pressing my face into the crook of his neck and sinking my teeth into the flesh above his Adam’s apple. Professor Holmes grunts a response.
He thrusts into me punishingly.
Each pump of his cock fills me more than before, creating a frenetic pace as our bodies dance together. My arousal is suffocating, turning every inch of my body into a livewire. My wetness is coating his dick, dripping down between us. I grind my hips savagely, angling my body to meet each of his thrusts so I can take him deeper and more completely.
Everything starts to blur. His lips find my breasts, leaving painful marks as he thrusts into me so viciously the heavywooden table starts to protest underneath us. It’s a throbbing mix of pain and pleasure and I start to lose myself in the feeling.
All I care about is the now. The way we exist in this moment. I can’t tell where I end and he begins, only that his dick is filling me in all the right places—I feel nothing like myself, but it’s the mostrightI’ve ever felt in my life.
The wet sounds of sex mixed with our guttural groans fill the air.
“Come for me, Tara,” his voice booms through the haze enveloping me. “Come all over my cock. I want you to.”
His words push me over the edge. He fucks me hard and fast, even as my body convulses against him. Every inch of me feels like I’ve been dipped in molten hot lava and his touch is my only salvation from being consumed by it. His thick cock stiffens inside me soon after, and the next thing I feel is a growing wetness filling me and dripping down my legs.
Professor Holmes gathers me to him, crushing me against his sweat-soaked chest. My emotions are still running high. I feel like I’ve been put through the wringer in the best way possible. His big arms grip me tightly in a hug.
I’ve never had an orgasm like this before.
I don’t know how long he holds me against him, but when I try to speak, my words don’t make sense and my lips won’t stop trembling.
“Shh,” he coos, stroking my hair. “You don’t have to speak.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “You did so well. You were so good, Tara.” Something cracks in my chest at his words, and my eyes start to feel wet. I ball my hands, hitting his chest weakly in hopes that he’ll stop saying that. “I love the way you take me. You felt fucking amazing.”
The tears stream down my cheeks. I don’t even know why I’m crying, but it feels like the only thing to do. At least he isn’t seeing me. The last thing I need is for him to think I’m crazy.
