Page 116 of Beautifully Ruined

I know she’s sensitive. All her muscles in her stomach and thighs tense as she tries to fight me, but I don’t let her, I keep going, pushing my tongue in her, then lapping up to her clit, sucking on it, pulling it in my mouth to torment and lick.

And she stops fighting and starts pushing against me, this time I feel the spasms as they hit, and she cries out, gasping as her orgasm hits. That’s when I pull her down, pushing her onto her stomach.

I need her ass.

So, I drag her ass up, knees skittering on my floor no doubt ripping her stockings which I plan to keep on her.

I release myself from my pants, and I jerk my cock, running my thumb over the tip, squeezing as I pull the skin up over my iron-like rod, torturing myself as I dip into her pussy with two fingers to paint her asshole with her juices, and then I push my fingers into that tight little starfish, working on opening her.

Violet gasps, the aftermath of her orgasm fluttering against me as she moans low.

Then I line up, and I ease in, all the way, balls deep.

I let her stretch, let her get used to me, and then I take her hard and rough, grabbing her hips as I plunge into her, each slam makes her cry out, “Yes”, and my balls are already high, tight.

Ripples of aching pleasure roll through me, electrified and pushing for release.

I hold it, hold it, hold…and then I can’t stop.

The orgasm starts at the base of my spine and rips through my flesh, my blood, making my cock swell as the pleasure bursts free, and I roar it out, cumming in her, cock twitching, spurting.

And I fucking swear I almost black out as I half collapse on her.

I don’t even notice her third orgasm until I come back to myself, and her body clenches my cock in waves as she moans beneath me.

I pull out, turning her and on that floor, I kiss her long and slow and deep, rolling us so she’s on top, and my hands tangle in her hair, our tongues dancing and hearts beating almost like they know the other.

Fuck, this girl.

I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.

The kiss ends, and she rubs her cheek against my shirt and vest, and I hold her, wrapped in my arms for endless moments.

But I need to shower. She needs to shower. I want that fucking place washed off her.

It’s not until I put her on the floor and get up, holding out my hand to help her to her feet, I notice the bracelet still there.

Membership card? It seems like it because Thomas and the hostess both would have asked for it back.

I pull her in against me after I tuck myself away. “Go shower. I’ll order food.”

Her mouth twists up. “Smelling like me?”

“I fucking love smelling like you, but I can wash my face.” And with a grin, I kiss her again. “You’re delicious.”

“I’m going to shower. Pizza or pasta.”

“Your wish…”

With that, I wash my face, because I really don’t want to smell like sex and torment another delivery guy.

Also, I need to do some work after dinner. I take off my jacket and hang it up when my phone rings.

It’s Jack.

“Hey, man,” I say. Carefully.

“Hey.” He sounds just as careful. “I know it’s late, but I’m downstairs. Can I come up?”