Page 68 of Rugged and Filthy


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“You are…”

“Go ahead. Tell me, darlin’. I can take it.”

“Fascinating, even if you are a bastard and always will be.”

“I’m not certain I’ve been called fascinating before. The bastard part I accepted with pride and joy in my heart. Stand right there.” I had no intentions of taking my eyes off her as I undressed. Neither did she, it seemed. Her heated look was even more expressive. I was strangely drawn to our closeness, a connection that felt almost right in its sexual nature. Maybe we really were nothing more than primal animals fulfilling a need.

When I’d ripped off my boots and jeans, she dared tease me all over again, dragging her tongue around her swollen lips in a dirty girl kind of way. I shook my head slowly, taking a single long stride in her direction. I wasn’t in the mood to consider being romantic, let alone was I certain I was capable of that. It was too easy to be rough in all my actions, which was exactly what I had planned.

When I yanked her by the arm, tossing her stomach against the edge of her dresser, she twisted her mouth in frustration. But only until she basked in my fully engorged cock. There was something so enthralling about the way bubbles floated past her lips, the sweetness of her reaction making my balls heavy with cum, just waiting to explode inside of her.

“You like something you see?” I asked, my voice husky from extreme lust.

“Uh-huh.”

“Good girl.” I popped her on the bottom again before gripping both legs, forcing them to bend at the knees. When I planted them on the surface of her dresser, she was shocked, more so when I thrust the entire length of my cock deep inside her tight hole.

Fuck me, her pussy was wet and hot, the ache building in my loins becoming explosive. “So goddamn tight,” I managed, growling like some fiend would do.

She quivered in my hold, pressing her hands against the mirror as if in some crazy effort to hold on. I pulled almost all the way out, plunging into her again. The angle was perfect and I sensed I was already hitting her G-spot. Every panting sound she made added fuel to the fire, every breathless toss of her head keeping the savage in me right at the surface.

I wanted nothing more than to do this for hours. She whimpered, scratching the glass as I pumped as deep inside as possible. I liked pushing her buttons as much as she did mine, only I was doing so in an entirely different manner.

The sound of me pounding into her floated between us, the electricity keeping a crackle of energy spiraling around us.

My stamina for most things was damn good, but I felt myself unraveling, becoming completely unhinged around her. I rolled onto the balls of my feet, the force I used pushing her forward. She kept her hands on the glass, her eyes on me, never blinking. Leaning forward, I nipped her shoulder, longing to hear her cries of anguish. At least I was rewarded with a few tiny yelps.

She undulated back and forth, grinding against me. That was just about all I could take. I cupped both her breasts, whispering filthy thoughts into her ear as I brought her off the dresser.

“Oh, God,” she murmured as she scrambled to wrap her legs around mine, her arms floating over her head to my shoulders. She obviously had no idea how strong I was. When I spun her around in a complete circle as I fucked her, every sound escaping her luscious mouth was a sweet moan of resistance.

Her pussy muscles clenched and released several times, allowing me to know she was close to coming on my cock.

“Good girl. Come for me. And don’t take your eyes off our faces.” As we both stared at our combined reflection, she licked her lips before falling into the moment of pure euphoria. There was nothing like watching her reaction, the light shimmer dancing across her cheeks or the way she panted in time to the rapid beating of our hearts.

She was without a doubt the most beautiful woman in the freaking world and she was all mine.

For tonight.

The thought of sharing her again was both scintillating and infuriating. But I was committed to my buddies and to the unholy union we’d formed. She would soon surrender to all of us once again.

As every muscle started to tense, she clamped down her pussy muscles on purpose, a beautiful smirk crossing her face. That pushed me onto an uncontrollable platform. As I erupted deep inside, my mind shifted to an even more disturbing realization.

I wasn’t certain I’d be able to let her go.

Ever.

As if karma was stepping in, her words cut through the rush of passion like a sharp knife.

“This can never happen again.”

Little did she understand I never accepted no as an answer.

CHAPTER 19

Rylee

“You’re scaring me,” Erin said.

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