Page 85 of Claimed By Ruin

When I let my weight rest against her, she sighed, the sound loose, easy.

I kissed her. She kissed me back. Slow. Open. She slid her tongue against mine, unhurried and at ease like there was no place she’d rather be. She traced a hand down my chest, over my abs, lower to wrap her fingers around my cock. She stroked once, her grip firm, her thumb dragging over the crown, spreading the precum that was already there.

I grunted against her mouth. She did it again, slower this time, her fist tightening on the upstroke, loosening on the way down. I rocked into her hand on instinct. She smiled against my neck.

“So eager,” she murmured.

“You have no idea.”

She chuckled, then guided me to her entrance and rubbed the head of my cock along her slit. She was soaked, so fucking hot, it was almost unbearable. She teased us both, nudging my crown against her clit, circling it, her breath catching every time she pressed down.

“Asia…” My voice was rougher than I meant it to be.

“Jackson…” she whispered.

She notched me at her entrance, and I pushed in before she could tease anymore. Slow, letting her feel every inch, feeling her stretch around me, her walls clenching tight as I sank deeper.

Her mouth fell open. She gripped my neck harder.

I bottomed out and stayed, reveling in the feeling. Fuck, she was tight, hot, wet enough that I felt her dripping down my shaft.

When I pulled back, the drag of her pussy along my cock almost ended me. I gritted my teeth and pushed back in slowly. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper, her heels digging into the small of my back.

I dropped my forehead to hers.

Her eyes were open.

So were mine.

We’d fucked face to face before, but never like this.

I thrust deeper and watched her jaw go slack. Pulled out slow and watched her brow crease with need. Pushed back in hard enough that her tits bounced and her breath punched out of her in a moan she didn’t try to hide.

“Jack.” Her voice was quiet, almost nothing.

Absolutely everything.

I kissed her cheekbone and changed my angle. She gasped, her back arching off the bed, her nails raking down my back hard enough to sting.

“Right there,” she breathed.

I gave her there. Again and again, rolling my hips into that spot, watching her face for every reaction. Her lips parted, her eyes glazed, her skin flushed dark.

I reached between us and pressed my thumb against her clit. She bucked, her pussy clamping down so hard, I saw white.

“Fuck, Asia,” I groaned.

“Don’t stop.”

“Never.”

I circled her clit with my thumb, keeping my thrusts deep, steady, grinding against that spot inside her. She trembled now, her thighs shaking around my waist, her hand fisted in my hair so tight, it burned.

She came with her face pressed against my jaw, a sound from deep in her chest, raw and broken and real. Her pussy pulsed around my cock in waves, and then her whole body went soft.

I fucked her through it, my rhythm falling apart, my hips stuttering. She pulled me closer, her mouth against my ear, her breath ragged.

“Come inside me, Jack.”