Page 68 of Ruin

He pushes two fingers inside me and presses his thumb to my clit, watching as I arch my back in response.

“Besides, after your cock, I’m ruined for anyone else.” I laugh breathlessly, rocking my hips against his fingers, but he nods solemnly in agreement.

“If that changes, sweet girl, tell me. Until then…” He slides a third finger inside me.

I gasp and grab his wrist. “Tommy, too much!”

He grins wickedly. “I decide what’s too much. You’re so wet; you can take it.”

He’s right; I am wet. I lay back and try to relax. He takes hold of my hand and brings it to my clit, and I touch myself to the rhythm he sets. It doesn’t take long before I’m coming hard.

But Tommy stays where he is, licking my inner thigh, flicking his tongue over my clit. Every time I make a noise of appreciation, he doubles down and keeps going. I grind my pussy against his face and he groans appreciatively, then pushes a fourth finger inside me.

“Tommy, NO!” I jerk upright and try to scoot away, but he grabs my hips and holds me in place, laughing.

“If you can take me, you can take four fingers easily, sweet girl.”

“Absolutely not, Tommy. No. Tommy!”

“Okay, baby, relax.” He pushes me back down on the bed and pulls out enough so that he only has three fingers inside me. “But this will happen, Gi. I’m going to fist this wet pussy until you scream. Until then, let’s try somethingelse…”

He slides his pinky, wet from my arousal, around my back entrance. I stop breathing, and he reaches up to roll my nipple between his fingers, making me moan. “That’s my girl.” He pushes his pinky all the way into my ass, and a shudder rips through me.

“Oh my God, Tommy!”

Tommy is watching me, his dark eyes almost black. He licks his lips as I pant as he fucks me, three fingers in my pussy, one in my ass and his thumb rubbing my clit.

“I’m going to love fucking your ass, baby.”

Just hearing him say those words pushes me over the edge, and I come again, hard, my pussy pulsing around his fingers.

“Oh my God,” I breathe, as my body relaxes. I reach for him, but he stays where he is, this time using the pointer fingers of both hands to rub circles just inside my entrance, and I groan. “Tommy, what are you doing? You’re going to break me. I can’t come again.”

“You can take it.” His smirk is dark, certain. “Youwilltake it.”

I groan, writhing in the sheets, my body a live wire.

“See, when I do this,” he drags his fingertips along my inner thigh, and I quiver. “You like it. But when I do this,” he nips along my inner thigh slow and steady, and I jump and gasp. “You love it.”

“More,” I gasp, watching my gorgeous man learn my body.

“You like this…” He pushes his fingers inside me slowly, moving them in a circular motion as he pulls in and out, tonguing my clit gently. I melt and spread my knees wider for him, reaching down to play with his hair.

“But when I do this…” He starts to move faster, fuck me harder, pushing deeper inside me with long, rough strokes, hitting that spot deep inside, until I’m bucking against him, pulling his hair, screaming his name. He keeps going, playing with my clit while he finger fucks me, until I’m unbelievably coming again.

“When I do that, you love it.”

When I finally start to quiet, he slides up the bed, and pushes his cock inside me.

I try to buck away. “No, Tommy, I can’t! I’m too—”

“Shhh, don’t worry, sweet girl,” he says, kissing my hair and pulling me to him

I fold myself into his arms, a shivering mess.

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