Page 347 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. Two

With my hand under her chin, I guide my dick into Wren’s open mouth. Immediately, she starts sucking, her tongue laving over the underside of my cock.

“Always so eager to please,” I say softly.

As if she feels the need to prove herself, she takes my cock into her throat. I grunt in surprise, grabbing onto her head and holding her there.

“God, Wren. So fucking tight.” I wasn’t expecting her to do this, but now that she has, I pull out slightly, only to thrust back in. I’m half tempted to keep Wren like this and fuck her throat until I make her swallow all my cum, but that’s not all I want from her this morning.

Still, I can have my way with her for a couple minutes.

Wren gags as I pull out, and drool falls from her lips as she coughs. A tear leaks from her eye as she blinks up at me, her chest heaving.

“You took that so well. My perfect toy.” I grip her hair. “Now open up. I want you to do it again.”

My girl doesn’t even hesitate. She sucks on the head of my cock for a second before I slide in farther. When I hit the back of her throat, she struggles for a second, but then she takes me all the way to the hilt.

“Such a good girl. Now don’t move.”

A whimper escapes her, garbled and muffled by my dick. I start moving, pulling out a little and then pumping back in. Wren takes it all without issue. Over the years, she’s gotten even better at letting us use her like this. Hell, at this point, she can handle a facefuck just as well as Oliver can.

I go for longer than I should, but she just feels so damn good. When I finally let up, my balls are tight, and the way she sucks my cock one last time almost sends me over the edge.

“Ah ah, Wren. You’ve had enough.”

After one last longing glance at my dick, she looks up at me, waiting for her next instruction. I grab a paper towel to wipe at the drool dripping from her chin. When I help her up, she comes willingly. I step back so I can take her in for a moment, her body on display just for me.

Utter perfection,I think to myself as I move back to her. I just can’t stay away.

“Gorgeous,” I murmur in her ear before trailing my lips down her neck. “The most stunning sight I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” I leave a line of kisses down her breastbone, smiling to myself at the way she shudders under my touch. “And fucking irresistible.”

With her hands on my chest, she rises onto the balls of her feet, arching upward for a kiss. I oblige without hesitation, my arms enveloping her in a tight embrace. Then my hands slide lower so I can pick her up. Wren lets out a surprised sound and grabs onto my shoulder as I walk us toward the table.

Once I set her down, I push her onto her back and rub my cock over her clit. Wren moans, the sound needy and desperate. I’ve drawn this out for long enough. My girl needs to come, and I’ll make it worth her wait.

I enter her with a rough, deep thrust. Wren cries out, her back arching. She clamps around me as I set a hard pace, my thumb falling to her clit. I know what she needs to get her there, and this time around, it’s not gentle kisses and loving caresses.

“Look how easily you take me. You’re a fucking slut, opening your legs for two men in one morning.”

“Fuck!Rhett, god, please don’t stop.”

Gripping her hip with my free hand, I slam into her, watching her writhe in pleasure. I don’t let up on her clit, pressing tight circles into it to push her even higher.

“That’s it. You’re gonna come all over my cock, aren’t you? Make a fucking mess for me.”

My phone rings from where I set it on the table earlier. Elliot’s name flashes across the screen, and without hesitation, I snatch it up and answer.

“Are you alone?” I ask gruffly, never stopping my thrusts.

“Yeah, I’m in my hotel room. Wha—”

I hang up, not wanting to waste any time, and call him back—with video this time. When Elliot answers, he looks a little pissed, but the irritation fades the second he sees me shirtless and sweaty.

“Say good morning to Ell, sweetheart,” I say, flipping the camera around so he has a view of Wren.

“Good—good morning,” she gasps out, lifting her head so she can see. Her hair is a mess, and she’s squirming on my cock while I fuck her harder. “Rhett! I’m so… I’m so close.”

Elliot sputters. “Is that—did you tie her up with anapron?”

“Was the only thing I could find. Maybe we should start keeping a pair of cuffs in the kitchen.”