Page 67 of Ruined
You’re not supposed to want this.
But I did.
I was on my knees for him. My boss. The man who made me feelseen.For the first time in my miserable life, shame didn’t win.
Dominic pulled back, his cock sliding out of my mouth. I caught my breath as he leaned down, his thumb brushing over my spit-slicked bottom lip.
“You’re a mess already, and I’ve barely started.”
I panted. “Maybe if you didn’t have a dick the size of my forearm, it’d be easier.”
His lip curled. “I didn’t mean your mouth.”
My cheeks burned. I didn’t have to look down. The throbbing between my legs wasn’t exactly subtle.
“You’re too smug.”
“And you’re too stubborn,” he shot back.
Dominic’s cock pressed against my lips again, cutting off the smart-ass comment I was about to make. His hands framed my face, holding me still as he slid back into my mouth.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “All the way. You’re so good at this.”
My lips tightened around him, and I groaned. Jesus, he had me completely wrapped around his finger.
Dominic’s hips rolled forward a little deeper. “Every time I see these lips, I’ll remember how they look wrapped around me. God, you’re such a fucking tease, Luca. You’re perfect.”
Perfect.
That sent a rush of heat through me.
Dominic’s hand still guided my movements, but I took over. I sucked him in my mouth, bobbing my head. When my neck got tired, Dominic fisted my hair and began to thrust. He fucked my mouth until saliva dribbled down my chin, his balls making rhythmic slaps. His hips punched forward harder. He hit the back of my throat, and I gagged.
His hand tightened in my hair. “You look so pretty choking on me.”
Prettyhit me like a shockwave, my cock twitching. I’d never been called that in my life.
His thrusts slowed down. “Drooling all over yourself, gagging on my cock, and still eager. You love this, don’t you?”
I wanted to tell him to shut the hell up, but I couldn’t form words with his cock stuffed in my mouth. I groaned, and his fingers flexed on my scalp.
“Fuck, Luca,” Dominic growled. “You’re too damn good at this. Am I really the first to fuck your mouth?”
I couldn’t respond, but I glared at him.
His grin widened. “Good. This mouth is mine.”
My chest burned, and I couldn’t stop wanting more. His hips stuttered, his control slipping as he thrust deeper, his cockbrushing against the back of my throat again. This time, I forced myself to relax, letting my boss take what he wanted.
Dominic’s cock thrust into my mouth. My fingers itched to touch him, to feel the heat of his skin, to dig into his hips and pull him closer.
Dominic paused. “What’s wrong?”
I pulled back. “Take the cuffs off.”
Dominic smirked. “Why would I do that? You look so hot when you’re tied up.”
“Because I want to touch you.”