Page 38 of Lord of Ruin
Jenna writhed in my hold, still rocking back and forth as her moans escalated. We were disturbing nature but who cared? I added several fingers to the mix, plunging them inside, flexing them open after doing so. The way her muscles clamped and released only enticed me that much more. I had no trouble complying with her body’s needs, giving her exactly what she craved. Worshipping her pussy.
“Oh, yes. Yes. Yes.”
I adored the sounds she made, the little snorts of happiness that increased with every passing minute. And I could tell she was close to an orgasm. I backed off on purpose, doing nothing more than pumping a single finger inside. I could tell she wanted more by the way she pushed her hips back as far as possible, using her actions to beg me to continue.
After teasing her for a full minute, I resumed my delicious task, burying both my head and my fingers into her. My face would be covered with her sweet juice, and I couldn’t care less who knew that once we returned to the house.
Maybe this was my way of laying claim to her. How truly Neanderthal. When her body started to shake more violently than before, I pressed her ass cheeks apart, driving my thumb into her dark hole.
She was shocked and nerve racked, laughing and moaning at the same time. But almost immediately, my filthy actions drove her into an intense climax. Her body was shaking, her moans breaking up and the flood of her juice on my tongue incredible. Within two seconds, my throat was filled, the wild animal in me wanting more. More. More.
I licked ferociously, using all four fingers to push her into another orgasm. This one was more powerful than the first, her scream filtering into the late afternoon light. I was thrilled with the way she was letting go, allowing herself to enjoy, even if I had a feeling it would be short lived. Soon, she’d return to her same rebellious self, which would prompt my brain to figure out that different way of getting through to her.
But for now, I’d elongated the sinful moment as long as possible until she was gasping for air, her body twitching involuntarily.
Only then did I rise to my feet, shifting to the side and pinching her chin. When I pressed my mouth over hers, longing for her to experience her intense sweetness, I didn’t need to push my tongue past her lips. She opened them voluntarily, allowing me access, even swishing her tongue back and forth across mine.
This kiss was even more intimate than the one before. I took my time but my cock was aching to the point I couldn’t stand it any longer. When I broke the moment of intimacy, I noticed her eyes were slightly dilated.
“Perfect. Now, I’m going to finish what I started.”
“What? Meaning what?” she dared to ask.
“Now, I claim your sweet pussy with my cock. Next, I’ll own your dark hole as well. And imagine, my beautiful enchantress. After that, you’ll belong to a very bad man. Isn’t that what you’ve fantasized about your entire life?”
Jenna
Was he kidding me?
Girls often dreamt about their wedding day or maybe their wedding night depending on their personal fantasy, but I could guarantee the dreams didn’t include a man like Stavros Diamondis. No matter how sexy he was.
Sure, the old adage of craving a bad boy was out there. And it was true, but for most women, that could be accomplished through reading sultry romance novels, not hunting one down. Or in my case, being captured by one.
Nope. He really had a big head if he believed I wanted him to possess me, to own my body.
But I couldn’t laugh at or deny the fact I’d just had the most powerful orgasm of my life. It might have come after a horribly painful spanking, but the pleasure was worth the pain.
Had I really thought that?
Yes, yes, I had.
There was no additional foreplay and he had no intention of untying me until he was finished with his dirty deed. I wasn’t the most experienced woman in the world. In fact, the rather not so tasty moments involving sex had been few and fleeting. Mostly because I’d been concentrating on school.
But I found myself excited, so much so I was disgusted with myself more than I had been. As he unfastened his trousers, I didn’t need to be looking directly at Stavros to know he was staring at me with lust in his mind, darkness in whatever soul he had.
I finally closed my eyes when he pressed the full weight of his body against mine. The lingering taste of my raging desire was relentless in reminding me how attracted I was to the man.
“I can’t wait to be inside of you.”
His cock was thick and hard, hanging low between my legs, which meant he was huge. I braced myself for pain since it had been over two years since any man had touched me and the handsome Greek was a brutal man.
Maybe that’s why his tenderness as he slipped the tip inside, holding his position for what seemed like forever was so shocking. When he didn’t push deeper inside, I finally did it for him by shoving my hips back from the tree.
I had to admit I adored his deep growls, the sound fluttering around me like a protective cocoon. The moment he was fully seated inside, my core tingled, my muscles stretching to accept the deliciousness of his thick, throbbing cock. I closed my eyes, taking shallow breaths. The sensations were completely electric, the vibrations dancing up and down my body like a wildfire of heat.
How could anything this bad for me feel so incredibly good? How could I offer up my body to this man on a silver platter? I was crazed from the thought even as I continued enjoying the moment. He pulled almost all the way out, thrusting harder and deeper, pinning me against the tree.
I found myself gasping and writhing more than I’d done before. The rush of shame was constant, but it didn’t matter any longer. He’d made good on his sinful promise or maybe it had been a subtle threat. I only wished could touch him. Oh, God, I was a sick woman. Sick.