Page 99 of Beautifully Ruined

Dear god, how can he turn me on so much? Who knew degradation could be so hot?

“I bet you really need to be fucked, don’t you, Vi?”

I want to say yes. I want to be fucked. I’m both excited and scared and almost shaking with need.

“Should I find someone?”

Then he grabs me, drags me into a space between two buildings and spins me, pushing me against the wall.

“I don’t think so. I’m greedy. I want to keep you for myself. I think, Violet, I’m going to fuck you now. But don’t you let go of that key.”

It’s in my sweaty palm, and I’d forgotten it until now, until he mentioned it. I’m holding it tight, like it’s a holy grail, and I go to say something, but he kisses me hard, tongue deep in my mouth.

He pushes his hand between my thighs, groaning into me as he fingers me roughly.

Then he pulls out, grabs my hair, and spins me so I’m facing the wall, and I have to push my fisted hands against it.

He unzips. Him in his impeccable suit, pulling out his cock. I can picture the scene we make, the naked whore and the rich man.

A shiver races through me, and my whole pussy aches with need.

But I don’t have to wait long as he plunges balls deep into me.

He starts to fuck me.

And I moan, a guttural sound.

His hand is still in my hair, gripping tight, and it’s not enough.

“Harder,” I pant. “Rougher.”

He pulls hard on my hair, his other hand lands on my hip as he pulls my ass back, forcing me to bend more. And then he lets loose, fucking me with abandon. Rough, hard slams into me.

So good it hurts until it doesn’t, until it’s wild, animalistic and I want to howl at the moon.

My whole being focuses down into the way he stretches me, hits home hard, and I tremble, my pussy pulsating, throbbing.

And then it starts, that intense pressure that builds to bursting point, and I shatter, spasming as my orgasm rocks over me, through me.

He lets go of my hair and grabs both hips, fucking me even harder, each rough thrust pushes me back to the remnants of the orgasm, and I suddenly explode in a cascade of pleasure as he cums hard.

He bites my back, my throat, panting, lips soft on my ear. And then he turns me, kissing me.

When he lifts his head, I’m dazed and floating. I clutch at him as I slowly return.

“My coat…”

“You don’t get your coat.”

That floors me. “What…?”

“You’re walking the rest of the way. Naked. So, go.”

Now I know the full meaning of humiliation. I’m turned on in a deeper way, and it thrums and twists inside me.

I start walking, his cum dripping down my leg.

And behind me is Cade. “You know, you look fucking sexy like that. Just fucked. My cum leaking out of you. Delicious.”