Page 128 of Beautifully Ruined
I think about fucking her against the door, just in case someone else comes in to use the bathroom. But I change my mind.
I want this to feel real for her. I want her heart thumping hard, and her adrenaline pumping hard.
So, I just drop my bag in front of the door and stalk up to her. “I can be anywhere I want.”
I grab her throat and hold her at the basin so we’re looking in the mirror. With my free hand, I free myself and then flip up her dress. I don’t even need to fucking prime my pump. I’m so fucking ready.
I slip my fingers through her juices, painting her asshole. I grin as her eyes go wide in the mirror, and I line up, tightening my hold on her throat as her eyes start to glaze as she sinks down into that subspace that’s all her own.
Slowly, I push into her, stretching her asshole open, and she moans.
“I’m going to fucking destroy you, make it so you’re ruined for any other man.”
“No…”
“Yes.”
And then I slam home.
She cries out, and I use that free hand to slam over her mouth, and holding her like that, one hand over her mouth, the other around her throat, I thrust deep into her ass, pulling out, pushing back in, balls deep.
I take her hard, and soon we’re both coming, I’m the first over the edge, shuddering as spurt inside her and then she tumbles down after me, her entire body thrumming and spasming.
I slowly pull out and then I turn her, kissing her softly.
She clings to me, kissing me back, and it’s a kiss of sweet light, of soft things, and dreams. It’s one of the most romantic kisses in my life, in this fucking bathroom.
Slowly, we part, and I put myself away and help her straighten her clothes.
“Wanna get out of here?” I ask.
“Yes, please.”
She’s walking on clouds,it’s the only way I can describe it, her face is bright, and she’s smiling, and her euphoria from the sex games is flooding her.
“You’re crazy,” she says as I lead her into the loft.
I set down the popcorn and the snacks on the coffee table, and then I stalk up to her, sliding my hand around her waist, spinning her so she’s pressed up against the wall.
“I’m not sure who’s the crazy here. Me or the girl who let me go down on her in a crowded movie theater.”
“Crowded?” she cries, half laughing, “There were about ten people in there.”
I smooth her hair from her ear and slide a hand along her jaw and kiss her. “In my experience, any more than two is a crowd.”
“You’re a jerk, Cade Maddox.”
“And you love me anyway.”
She sniffs and kisses me back. “Maybe I just like your twisted version of sex.”
“Maybe.” I take her hand and lead her to the living room. “It’s a shame to waste the snacks, do you want to watch that movie properly?”
The next morning,it’s hard getting out of bed, leaving the soft, sweet warmth of Vi. She’s naked as per my order, and her thighs are no doubt wet with my cum and her juices from our early morning fuck.
I sniff my backpack, and that buttery popcorn scent lingering makes my cock twitch.
Behind me, she sighs and sits up. “Did you sniff your backpack?”
