Page 143 of Beautifully Ruined
“Fuck, you’re heading for major punishment,” he mutters. “When I get free.”
“Maybe I’ll keep you captive. My sex slave.”
“There are worse things in this world, Vi.”
His cock is fully at salute now, and I suck him some more because I can, because I want to and then, holding him at hisbase, I move up, climbing on him and positioning him, sliding down to take him in.
I go slowly. I’m wet, so it’s not hard. He’s big, but the stretch feels good and soon I’m sitting on him, full.
I wait a beat.
Then I hold on to his abs and start to rock, lifting and coming down, fucking him, finding the spot that makes me sing. He hisses, and I ride him, getting more confident second by second, and I’m turning myself on.
He’s mine. This man is mine, and I love he’s letting me set the pace, be in control, take him on a ride my way.
I love stroking him inside me deep, but also moving in such a way I can rub and mash my clit against him, and the magic’s been happening since the moment I licked his cock, but now that other one starts, the one full of stars and absolute pleasure.
The pressure that builds.
I rock on him harder, faster, the singing electric threads of pre orgasmic bliss spin out, and I toss back my hair, using him, slamming up and down, grinding into him until it happens.
My body shifts a notch, and the orgasm hits, that sweet moment of bliss suspended until it throws me into wild pleasure.
And I come, my pussy spasming on him as my clit beats with the exquisite ecstasy.
He grabs me then, as I start to tumble down, and holds me tight, slamming up into me in hard thrusts until he shouts my name, and Cade cums a second time.
Then he slowly rolls us, kissing me.
I love these kisses, they’re ones where oxygen’s an afterthought, where the deep needs of tasting and discovering each other over and over. Lips and tongues tangle.
But he kisses me once more before pulling out and turning me to hold me in his embrace. His lips brush my ear.
“Get some fucking sleep, Vi.”
When I wake again,we’re a tangle of limbs, and it’s a delicious heat caused by us. His arms are wrapped around me, and I turn, wiggling, so I can nuzzle against him. And I wrap my hand around his morning wood.
“Good morning, my little nympho. I thought you’d be worn out after everything last night.”
I squeeze his cock, pulling the skin up, and he groans.
“You know I’m yours, Cade.”
“And you’re frisky. Do you want more?”
I sigh and push up against him, kissing his throat. “I always want more.”
“You’re an insatiable monster.” He laughs, flipping onto his back and taking me with him, and then he lifts me, and I guide his cock to my pussy as he pulls me down on it.
“Do you blame me?”
I gasp as he bites my throat, but then the buzz of his phone shatters the moment, and I groan.
He does, too. “Gotta look. It could be important, and he rolls us over, still lodged in me as he grabs the phone.
Then he groans, too, and gently pulls out. “Enzo.”
“What is it?”
