Page 25 of Ruin

I tongue the throbbing pulse in her neck, sliding my thumbs under her bra wire. I grip her tightly, my hands so large they almost encircle her rib cage. She writhes against my thigh, digging her nails into my arms. I stifle a groan, low and guttural.

When I shove her bra up over her breasts and roll her nipples between my fingers, she whimpers into my mouth.

“Tommy…”

She straddles my thigh, riding me hard, desperate, and when her nails sink deeper into my biceps, I snarl against her lips. “That’s it. Harder. Mark me, sweet girl.”

I bite her bottom lip, and she whines, eliciting a hiss from me when she drags her nails slowly down my arms. Releasing her lip, I drag my tongue across where I bit her, tasting her blood.

“That’s my fucking girl,” I growl against her lips.

“Tommy.” She is trembling against me, her hazel eyes shimmering. “Tell me what to do.”

Something dark coils through me. One corner of my mouth twitches into a predatory smile.

“Take my cock out.”

She obeys, tugging down my boxer briefs until it springs free. I hiss again when she drags her knuckles over the hard ridge of my cock, her fingertips coming to a tentative pause on the crown.

“Oh my God,” she says under her breath. Her wide eyesdart up at me, then back down. “You’re so… big.” She swallows hard and looks up at me. “I mean, do you see this?” She draws an invisible line from the tip of my cock to just above her belly button. “How does that work? The mechanics are just… I physically can’t take all that.”

I growl, imagining filling her with my cock. “We’ll figure it out.”

She’s shaking, biting her lip, nervous. She should be. I’m about to destroy her. “Now drag your nails up and down the shaft, then circle the head with your thumb.”

She does as I say, intent and focused, watching me with wide eyes as I suck air between my teeth. She licks her lips, waiting for my next command. Fuck. My girl wants to please me.

“Again,” I rasp, and she does, teasing me until my nerve endings are about to ignite. If I let her keep unraveling me, smoldering at me with her big eyes and plump wet mouth, I could come within minutes.

But I’m not ready to do that yet. Far from it.

Instead, I snap, gripping her throat, slamming her harder against the wall, my mouth grazing her ear. “That’s perfect, sweet girl. I like it when you do what you’re told.”

Her hand on my cock stutters then starts again, stroking me slowly, rubbing pre-cum into my skin.

I slide my other hand up her thigh under her skirt, and she shivers when I brush my fingers against her panties using the same light touch she’s using on me.

It feels like we’re being held aloft by a thousand butterflies, fully aware that they’re all about to burst into flames and consume us.

“So wet,” I murmur against her lips. “I’m not the only onewho likes it when you do what you’re told.”

Her moan confirms it, her grip a little harder as she strokes my cock. I kiss her lips and stay there a moment, on hallowed ground, pressing my knuckles against her pussy. So warm. So wet. I want to worship this woman and tear her apart at the same time.

Her pupils dilate as I push her panties to the side, drag the tip of my finger over her wet slit. Tuned in to her every vibration, my touch is restrained as I tease her clit. She rocks her hips against my hand, sucking my bottom lip. When I slide one finger inside her, she bites down, drawing blood I can taste, as she moans into my mouth.

My control begins to slip as I slide my finger in and out of her harder, faster. Her legs start to shake, and I thrust harder, then shove in a second finger. She’s so tight I can barely move my fingers, and she whines, throwing her head back.

“Tommy!” she yelps, her pupils blown wide, her hazel irises a thin ring of gold. “It’s hurting. It hurts.”

“Yes, baby, it’s going to hurt as I stretch that pussy to fit my cock,” I growl, finger fucking her rougher. “But you’ll take it, then you’ll take me, and when you have our babies—”

“Babies?!” She shoves me off her, forcing my fingers out of her. “What the FUCK, Tommy?”

I freeze, like a bucket of ice water has been dumped over me. I don’t see what the problem is. She is going to have my babies. “What?”

“What do you mean ‘what’?! We aren’t even dating and you’re talking about babies? Jesus Christ.” She adjusts her panties and smooths her skirt down, glaring at me. “I should have known with your ‘forever’ bullshit earlier.” “Bullshit?”Now I’m really confused. I grab her, force her to look me in the eye. “Why is it bullshit?”

“It’s what every asshole says when he’s trying to fuck me. And even if that shit worked on me—which it clearly doesn’t—you didn’t need to! I was literallyright there, ready to do this and get it over with!”