Page 56 of These Rough Waters

“You’ll ruin me,” He whispers, pressing his forehead to mine as my chest heaves and body twitches, “You’re going to ruin me, little doe.”

Twenty-Seven

She lays across my chest, her breath soft and warm as she sleeps peacefully, one arm slung over me. I let my hand trail down her naked spine. I’d placed more logs on the burner and stoked the fire back alive and the glowing firelight kisses her skin, her face.

She was so damn beautiful. Devastating.

Perfect.

My hand pauses as my past swarms to the forefront of my mind, Grace’s and Leo’s faces right there to taunt me. To tell me how fucking wrong and selfish I was for taking from Maya, for not having more control.

I deserved to be alone.

But I didn’t want to let her go.

Not now that I’d had her, tasted her, painted her insides with my come and watched her fall apart so beautifully beneath me.

“What are you thinking about?” Her sleepy voice murmurs.

“You should sleep,” I say quietly, not wanting to let her in on the darkness inside my head. What would she think of my past? What I caused?

What would she think if I told her that the urge to go back to it was almost so strong it wouldn’t take much to swing back to that life.

She snuggles in deeper, swinging a naked leg over mine before she suddenly sits and straddles me, her hands landing on my chest. Dark hair, mused from sleep, tumbles over her shoulders and her eyes are lit from within, a light there that wasn’t there before. Her fingers curl and her nails bite into my skin, her pussy right on my cock, warm and silky over the growing hardness of me.

“Perhaps I’ve slept enough,” she rolls her pussy over me and pleasure shoots down my spine, my hands coming up to rest on her thighs.

“Then maybe I should sleep,” I say, gripping her harder to grind her against me.

“Is that what you want?” She purrs.

“What I want, little doe,” I move her some more, working her up, feeling her wetness start to coat me as her eyes roll back and her lips part, pleasure claiming her, “Is you riding my cock just like you rode my thigh.”

I lift and position her just right before I jerk my hips and bury myself deep into her body. She cries out at the intrusion, stilling on top of me, but fuck that, I want this woman fucking riding me. “Ride me baby,” I growl, “Let me see those perfect tits bouncing and your cunt taking my cock like it belongs to me.”

She moans at my words, her hips rolling as she draws me out of her body only to slam back down, leaning in a way that rubs her clit against me. This was all for her and damn I was so fucking proud to be the one giving her this. Whatever fucking man didn’t give her the attention she so deserved is fucking crazy because this woman’s pleasure was euphoric. It was addictive. I wanted it all and I wanted to be the only one owning this, giving her this.

“Oh god,” She moans, “This feels so fucking good.”

“Keep going, little doe.”

Her head tips back as she keeps riding me, her wetness leaking all over me as her body begins to shudder. “Show me,” I demand, “Let me see you fall apart. Look at you taking my cock, little doe. So fucking beautiful.”

“Tor,” she gasps out my name.

“Fucking come for me, Maya!”

She stills as her orgasm washes through her, her perfect pussy clenching around my cock but I don’t let her have a reprieve. I flip us suddenly, forcing her to her front and pulling up her hips so her perfect round ass is in the air and I thrust back into her from behind, hands gripping her hips to push and pull her onto me while she continues to spasm on my cock.

I thrust into her, our skin slapping together as I chase my own high, watching the space between us and where my cock disappears into her tight wet cunt. She cries out with each thrust, pushing back on me as I fuck her, own her, claim her. My fingers bite into her flesh, her moans and mewls like damn music. Pleasure zaps down my spine, my balls drawing up tight and I thrust hard one last time before I spill into her.

Pulling out of her body, I force her to stay on her knees, taking my fingers to her cunt as my come leaks from her before I push it back in. She moans as my fingers slide into her, a mix of my come and her wetness soaking my hand and her thighs, but she takes it, moaning my name on a breath as I push it all back inside. I like how she looks with me leaking out of her, how her cunt responds to my fingers and my cock.

“I want to be dripping out of you, little doe, I want you walking with my come in your panties every fucking second of the day.”

“Shit, Torin,” she moans as I bring my fingers away and drop down onto the mattress, bringing her down with me and curling her into my side.

“This isn’t stopping,” I tell her, the fire crackling, “We aren’t stopping.”

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