One hand grips my thigh in a lethal hold while the other gathers the flimsy fabric of the apron in the other.
His gaze rakes over me, lingering on my breasts, my hips, the slick heat between my thighs. "You’re mine now," he growls, his cock pressing against my entrance, teasing me, making me whimper.
I’m dripping with my pussy clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled.
"Please.” My nails dig into his shoulders. "Zane, please?—"
Silver eyes pin me down and with one brutal thrust, he’s inside me, stretching me, filling me so completely I nearly black out.
A cry tears from my throat and my back arches off the bed as he hits my hilt.
His hips don’t quite flush against mine but he gives me no time to adjust, just pulls back and slams into me again, his cock dragging against every sensitive inch of me.
"Fuck, you’re tight," he groans, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. The bed is solid enough not to have the audacity to creak beneath us, but it shakes as Zane drives repeatedly into my pussy. And I scream with pleasure-laced pain with every snap of his hips.
“God, I feel you…everywhere.”
“As you fucking should,” he snarls down at me. “You fucking consume me, you know that?”
Hands tunnel into my hair, stilling a thrashing I didn’t even register.
His mouth slants down on mine and our tongues stroke noisily as he pistons inside me, surrounding me, consuming me.
My moans fills the room, broken only by the sharp slaps of skin on skin, the wet sounds of my pussy taking him over and over.
"Look at me," he demands, his voice rough. I force my eyes open, meeting his gaze. The intensity there steals my breath. "You feel that? That’s me inside you. That’s me making you mine. But see, you’re supposed to be a good girl, supposed to take all of me, but look down, Ruby. Tell me what you see.”
“W-what?”
“Look. Down,” he enunciates thickly.
I drag my eyes down to the space between our sweat-slicked bodies, watch with mouth agape, breath panting as he thrusts his steel pole in and out of my drenched pussy. But…not all of him. There’s…oh God, there’s at least three inches of him remaining when he hits my end.
“Exactly,” he slurs. “You sass me, you run from me and you drive me insane just for the hell of it. But when it comes down to it, you can’t put your tight little pussy where your mouth is, can you?
Is this hot, arrogant sex-god really challenging me right now? “I…I…can?”
He grunts, and slams harder, making my vision haze wildly. “Is that a question? Then let me answer it for you, baby. Yes, you can. And you will. You’re going to be a good little girl for me and let me train this pretty pussy to take all of my cock, root to fucking tip, aren’t you?”
His dirty words send me spiraling.
My orgasm barrels down on me me without warning, my walls clamping down around his cock, my nails raking down his back.
"Zane!" His name is a scream, a prayer, a surrender.
“Answer me or you don’t get to come!”
“Yes, yes I will. All of it!”
“Good girl. Now come for me, Ruby," he growls, his hips snapping faster, his cock swelling inside me. "Let me feel you."
I shatter.
Pleasure rips clean through me, sending my body convulsing beneath him and my pussy milking his cock as wave after wave of my climax pummels me.
“Ah fuck, you have to look just as fucking hot when you come, didn’t you?” There’s almost a punch of regret in his tone. I know why a second later. “You’re going to make me nut with that beautiful milking, that gorgeous face, those insane cries you give. Fuck fuck fuck!”
He follows with an agonised roar, his release spilling deep inside me, hot and thick, pulsing within me in the most primal way possible.
