Page 91 of Lord of Ruin
He was taking his time, making wild animal sounds, teasing me more severely than he’d done before.
“So bad. So very bad,” I managed, tossing my head back and forth. His hot breath was fiery, the closeness of his mouth driving me nuts. When he finally swirled his tongue around my aching clit, my body bucked involuntarily. Within seconds, he pressed both hands against my thighs to hold me down while he dragged his tongue up and down the length of my pussy.
There was nothing like the animalistic sounds he made to set the tone, to drive my desire to the extreme. For some reason I was more sensitive than I’d ever been, now pointing my toes and jerking up from the bed. My vision was foggy in less than a minute. The moment he drove his tongue as deep inside as possible, shaking his head ever so slowly back and forth, I let out a series of ragged moans.
“God, you’re driving me crazy.” I fisted his hair for a change, pushing his head all the way into my wetness. He responded by twisting his head as much as my hold would allow, the sounds bordering savage.
When he lifted my torso off the bed, licking me feverishly, I was thrown immediately into a sweet moment of utter bliss. I half laughed and half moaned, gripping and ripping at the sheets with my other hand.
“Oh, you’re going to make me…” I couldn’t get the words out of my mouth. The sensations were so good, so electrified that my pulse was skyrocketing.
He growled as he licked, shifting both his thumbs to torment me again while still holding me aloft. The second he buried his head into my wet heat, that was all I could take, my body reacting almost violently. I bucked and screamed, forced to cover my mouth as the orgasm rushed through me like a tidal wave.
He was an absolute expert at what he did, pushing me to the point of one climax slip-sliding into a second. I’d never experienced such pleasure in my life. My pussy continued to pulse and the man was forever surprising me. This time he yanked his head from my tight hold, lifting my legs high into the air and placing them together.
Using the palm of his hand, he proceeded to spank my bottom, whistling as he moved his hand from one side to the other. I was jarred not only by his actions but also by his powerful hold. The pain was minor in comparison to other times he’d spanked me. I had a feeling this was just another reminder that he owned me.
He kept it up, the sound of his deep voice humming a happy tune far too melodic and joyful for the moment, but that was the kind of man he was. Comfortable in his own skin. Dominating in every way.
“You are a very bad girl. I think I’m going to start spanking you every single day.” His voice was joyous, the hard cracking sound consistently making me jump. I was torn by the rush of electricity, the way my pussy was still clenching and releasing. He truly owned my body.
The only fear about the man I had was that he’d soon own my heart.
As he picked up in speed, developing a rhythm, I was driven into a beautiful lull, finally turning my head to the side and doing nothing more than accepting my punishment. I was barely aware when he’d stopped altogether, tenderly easing my legs to the bed.
My eyes remained hazy as he stood, but I rose onto my elbows so I could watch him as he unfastened his trousers, slowly rolling the light material over his chiseled hips. God, he was a thing of beauty, studying him and basking in his insane splendor something I could do for hours a day. I hoped I would never get tired of seeing his stunning physique.
As if our relationship would last forever.
He grinned at the way I dragged my tongue all the way around my mouth, now the one making wild animal noises.
“You see something you like?” he asked, his voice dipping to the lowest level possible. He rubbed his hands down his chest, rolling one around his cock while he cupped his balls.
Damn it, my mouth was watering all over again. It was so easy to feel free and alive around him, something I hadn’t expected at all. When I beckoned him with a single finger, he turned his head one way then the other, lifting both eyebrows and pointing at his chest.
“Who, me?”
“Yeah, you. Big boy.”
While he’d managed to seduce me into full surrender, being able to play this way was just as special. He sauntered closer while I crawled backwards on the bed, remaining on my haunches.
When he crawled on top, he issued another series of deep and dangerous growls before yanking me by my wrists, forcing me to straddle his thighs. The tip of his cock was immediately pressed against the entrance of my pussy and with a wicked grin on his face, he dragged me down, impaling me.
I threw my head back, the sensations off the charts, but he wanted us locked together in time, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck. I was forced to stare into his eyes. Together we moved as one, my body gently rocking against his.
His thick shaft filled me completely, the scent of his aftershave more intoxicating than ever. I placed both palms in his chest, kneading his muscles as he pulsed into me. His cock was throbbing, stretching my muscles. I could swear he was bigger than before.
There was no need to say any words, the sense of wonder from being together overwhelming. If only this kind of serenity and happiness could last.
He remained loving, tender as he lowered his head, lightly pressing his lips across mine. When he brushed them down my cheek, I closed my eyes, biting my inner cheek. He kissed every inch of my face, including both eyelids before capturing my mouth, holding our lips in place. I couldn’t seem to stop quivering in his arms, the longing indescribable.
As he opened our mouths, darting his tongue inside, I was pulled into the erotic moment, my heart thudding rapidly. The powerful effect he had on me only increased with every passing day. Being together was special. The way we felt as one was incredible.
Very slowly he lowered me to the sheets, shifting his body so his legs were between mine. When he broke the kiss, he pulled one of my arms over my head then the other, clasping our hands together. There was no doubt he was completely in charge, just the way it should be.
We continued rocking together, never taking our eyes off the other. This was what making love was about, trusting the other person with every aspect of our desires and fears. It was as if he’d known me his entire life, the only man able to satisfy me. It didn’t matter how we’d come together, the twisted sense of karma that had pushed us into a dangerous situation.
The only thing that mattered was the here and now. Later we’d worry about our future.