Page 83 of Ruin Me
“And how does the underwear you're going to have underneath look?” Kent unsnapped my bra and pulled the material of my dress and bra over my shoulders and down my arms, exposing my breasts for his view.
“What underwear?”
“Jesus Christ.” He grabbed my neck from the back and buried his face below my chin.
His beard teased my skin as he licked and sucked. So many sensations at once caused everywhere in my body to tingle. My nipples hardened and tiny sparks set off in my clit.
“The dress has lace appliqués for my naughty bits.” I gasped as he sank his teeth into the flesh above my collarbone.
“Straddle me, little bunny. Let me pet my pussy and show her how much I’ve missed her.”
As soon as I raised my body to do his bidding, he latched onto my breast and sucked. I muffled my cry into the hair on top of his head.
He trailed his hands up my thigh, bunching my dress the higher he went.
“And after you see me in my dress, I’m going to get on my knees.”
Riiip.
“Kent!”
“What? I’m giving you a head start so you don’t have to worry about panties when you put on the dress. Now tell mewhat happens after you get on your knees. I’m dying to hear what’s next.” He squeezed both my ass cheeks, pushed them together then pulled them apart over and over as he resumed his attention on my breasts.
“I’d unbuckle your belt.” I reached for his belt and demonstrated my intentions. With my dress around my elbows, I worked his belt free with limited mobility. “Then I’d unbutton your pants and unzip you.”
Kent groaned around my nipple as I put action to my words. Then he speared me from behind with his fingers.
Now, I was the one moaning as he added another finger into my slippery depths and stretched me. I needed the preparation to handle Kent’s monster dick. Especially after almost an entire week without him inside me.
“What are you going to do next, little bunny?”
“What I would like to do is rip your boxers off the way you treated my panties, but…” I shrugged. “I’m not that strong, and my movements are limited at the moment. So, I guess I’ll have to do this instead.”
I pulled his dick free and it sprang up between our bodies, hitting my waist. I wished for a better view, Kent obstructed my vision as he fed on my breasts as if I were his first meal after a long fast. I couldn’t blame him, either. If I were better positioned, his dick would be in my mouth while I did my best to suck his soul dry.
I stroked his length. Sticky fluid spilled over my hand. “Then I’d lead forward and lick you from your balls to your tip. Swallow every drop of pre-cum before welcoming you into my mouth.”
The pressure on my breasts eased.
“Look at me, little bunny.”
When had I closed my eyes? My lids were heavy as I raised them as if I were intoxicated from his touch. When I finally met his stare, he had a feral glint in his eyes.
“We don’t have to wait until we get home for you to give me my welcome home gift.” Kent freed my arms and gently pushed me to the floor of the car.
I silently forgave him for leaving my pussy empty once I saw the dark hue of his engorged flesh. His mushroomed head called to me as pearlescent fluid pooled at the top. Saliva pooled in my mouth.
“Little bunny, look at me.”
I dragged my eyes to meet his. Kent loomed over me, a king on his throne. A hungry, demanding sovereign who looked at me as if he would sacrifice everything he had for one lap of my tongue.
I smiled and reached out for him. Without breaking eye contact, I dragged my tongue against the heavy weight under his scrotum before I greedily sucked his balls.
He hissed at the first contact.
“Like what you see?”
He lowered his lids over his feverish blue eyes and caressed my cheek with his thumb, adding tenderness to the heated moment. “Like? That’s such a tame sentiment for what seeing you, hearing you… touching you does to me. Haven’t you realized by now little bunny? You are the sun to which I gravitate. The food that sustains me. The water that gives me life. The very blood that flows through my veins. You are my purpose, and I am your servant, ready to receive your blessing.”