Page 38 of Rush and Ruin


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“Say it.”

She shakes her head and seals her lips tight.

“Say it.”

“Edier…”

“Come, come, come,” I chant wickedly, sweeping a finger over her pussy and bringing it up to her mouth. “Taste it for yourself.”

Those soft lips part obediently, and I force my digit in so deep she chokes. Recovering fast, she sucks tentatively, swirling her tongue over the tip, as I watch transfixed. I’m hard already. No, it’s more than that…I’m goddamnaching.

“Mi Cielo,” I warn, my voice thick with need. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

She pops free of my finger, then lifts her hips to make her intentions clear—her pussy wet and gleaming in the dim light. “Try me.”

It’s too beautiful a sight to refuse.

Dipping my head between her legs again, I flick her another look. “You really want this? For me to taste the cum we made in this bed together? To drive my tongue inside your puss—no—cuntso deep, I’ll be breathing it in more than air?” I feel her clenching helplessly at that word. “I may be a bad influence, but your body’s loving every dirty second of it.” Sliding my finger inside her, I turn my wrist one-eighty, to press down on her spongy heat. At the same time, I brush my thumb over the tip of her clit, and she jumps a mile high.

“Hold still.”

“I’m trying,” she grits out, “but it’s not easy when you’re shooting electric volts into me. Your fingers are like conductors of torture.”

I smirk and repeat my actions.She has no idea.

This time, she trembles, but she doesn’t move away.

“Good girl. Better.”

As a reward, I pump my finger in and out a couple of times, pushing my cum deeper and deeper inside her with every stroke. I’m fighting the urge to push it in so far it stays forever—hidden from the world and frombrujacurses—but that’s just a bullshit fantasy.

Her nails dig into her thighs as she rocks her hips before it all gets too intense and her hand is flying above her head to grip the corner of the pillowcase. Her rhythm is mesmerizing, just like everything else about her. Her back is arching higher and higher off the bed as those waves start to build.

Moving up her body to kiss her, I groan when her other hand finds my cock.

“Shit.”

“More!”

One finger becomes two. At the same time, she works me so damn hard my breathing is as labored as hers.

She spirals with a cry, and I follow after, fresh ropes of my cum striping her pale stomach and pussy as for one exquisite moment nothing else exists but this.

Her.

Me.

Us.

I could love her.My eyes fly open at that dangerous thought.In this room, right now, I could rip myself wide open for her. I’d kill for her, die for her…

It’s exposing a secret, no matter how deep I’ve buried it, or how inconvenient I find it.

Turns out, I have a beating, bleeding heart after all.

* * *

She falls asleep immediately.Marked, claimed, and sated. Her pale arms are strewn across the mattress, as if reaching out for something unseen. The white bedsheet is tangled up in her legs, covering a part of her I can’t seem to get enough of.

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