Page 48 of Game of Hell
“Fuck.” I hiss and arch into the tree.
A low chuckle leaves his lips as he pushes a finger in. My walls clamp down at the cold intrusion and a low moan leaves my lips. I grip his side to hold myself up and my legs spread naturally. His thumb circles my clit with great attention as he thrust in me, his finger moving in and out with speed.
“Break for me, Little Devil. Show me how badly you want it.” He taunts as he leans in to devour my lips.
His piercing pushes against my tongue as we fight for dominance but as always he wins as he flicks my g-spot. My head falls back on the tree and my eyes close.
“Ronan, more please.” I whisper between a moan. My legs shake below me and I use my other hand to grip the tree.
“Hold on, baby, just a little longer.” He muses and lets go of my arm.
He uses his free hand to pull my shirt off. His eyes flick between each hard nipple, before staying on the right one. He leans down and takes the flesh into his mouth, lapping and biting at skin as if he were starved. My walls spasm around his fingers and my eyes roll back.
“Not yet.” He growls and pulls his fingers out. I whimper in distress as he helps me step out of my shorts.
“Why?” I moan.
“I want to feel your walls around my cock as you orgasm, Little Devil.” My pussy clenches at his words, wanting so much more.
I can feel myself drowning with need, my walls clamping around nothing but air.
He turns me around, my face toward the tree and spreads my legs.
“You’re dripping for me.” He muses and rubs his cock against my wet folds. “My pretty little slut.”
He slams into me with so much brutality I slam into the tree. My breasts burn in pain as the bark digs into the delicate flesh but I moan. The pain turning into a beautiful harmony of pleasure. A low groan leaves his lips as I clamp around him.
“So fucking perfect.” He breathes out and grabs my hair in his hand. He yanks my head back and white spots dance across my eyes at his hold.
My back arches allowing him to sink deeper as he begins to thrust. His pace is slow but deep and each glide of his piercing against my walls makes me tremble.
“No matter how far you run, I’ll catch you.” He mumbles. “My love will trap you until you’re my ruined, perfect little devil. I love you viciously.”