Page 101 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. Two

Cruel Betrayal

Ruthless Desires 5

Elira Firethorn

Chapter one

Oliver

If I could start every morning like this, I would. Hands cuffed behind my back, muscles tight with anticipation, and my mind foggy with pleasure.

“Princess,” I groan. “Fuck me harder, please.”

Wren has me on my knees and face-down on the bed. I understand why she’s being gentle—this is her first time doing this. But goddamn, I need her to give me more.

“You’re sure?” she asks uneasily. Her hold on my hips tightens.

“I can take it. Fuck, Wren, I’m begging you.”

She hesitates, sliding into me at the same pace she’s been maintaining. I can’t see her expression, but apparently, she finds the confidence she needs. She adds more force to her next thrust, and I cry out into the blankets.

Wren freezes. “Did I hurt you?”

“No. God, no. Keep going, princess. You feel amazing.”

Again, she eases back into me. It takes her a second to find her rhythm, but then she’s fucking my ass like she never wants to stop. “You’ll tell me if I hurt you?”

“Always, princess. But you feel like heaven.”

At that, she goes a little harder, and I let out a loud, long groan.

The second I realized Wren likes topping me, I bought the necessary equipment for this. I wasn’t sure we’d ever get to this point, but apparently, all it took was Elliot mentioning the mere concept of pegging me. It’s only been a couple days, and Wren jumped on the first opportunity she got.

It started with her cuffing my wrists and touching me everywhere except for where I needed her to. With her lips on mine, her fingers trailed over my arms, my chest, and my abs. When she went lower, she purposefully avoided my cock. I swear, I almost died.

But then she got me into this position, prepped me, and started fucking me with the light purple dildo I got for her. Well, I suppose it was just as much for me. But Wren’s eyes still lit up when I showed her the dildo and harness. She may have been a little nervous at first, but she’s quickly figuring it out.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought of this,” I grunt out, moving to meet her thrusts.

“You have no idea how many timesI’vethought of this,” she replies. One of her hands slides from my hip to my ass, squeezing. “I’ve wondered what it would feel like to pound into you from behind and hear you groaning my name.”

God, this woman.“And how do you like it?”

“I think it’s safe to say I’ll be doing this a lot from now on.”

“Oh, thank fuck,” I pant.

“But,” she says, drawing out the word in a playfully thoughtful way. “Idowant to try a couple other things.”

“You can do whatever you want to me. I’m yours.”

Pausing her thrusts, she leans forward and places a kiss to my shoulder. “I know.”

She fucks me just like that for a couple minutes before pulling out. I don’t want her to stop, but I’m curious what else she has up her sleeve.

For a second, Wren doesn’t move. A small sound leaves her throat, and then I feel the light touch of her finger against my skin. She traces the small scar in the shape of an “R” that’s on my right ass cheek.

“I’ve never noticed this before,” she says softly.