Page 64 of Rucked Up Ruse


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She nods, wide-eyed and wrecked. ‘Yes. Yes!’

I thrust into her slow. Then hard. Her nails bite into my back when I go deep, but it’s not pain she’s giving me. It’s proof that she wants it. And fuck me – that needy whimper when I push in again. That right there could stop my heart. And I could go on forever.

‘Finn… You feel so good…’

Shit. I’m losing it. I can’t fucking think. It’s all wet heat and greedy muscle, dragging me in deeper with these slow, torturous pulses that have my balls drawing up tight.

‘Christ. CHRIST… Listen to it. That fucking sound when I sink into you. Goddamn, baby!’

That’s the thing – that’s the fucking thing – this clench, like she’s trying to keep me buried there forever. It’s not just tight, it’s mine. Her body pulls me deeper, taking me to the hilt like she’s hell-bent to brand herself on me.

Her body knows mine.

She hauls me deeper with her thighs around my hips and punches out a little cry every time I bottom out.

‘You… fuck… you take me so perfectly…’ I’m babbling, my words slurring into growls, my brain short-circuiting because… because?—

Because nothing has ever felt like this.

Not the way she moans when I graze that spot inside her that makes her toes curl. Not the way her legs lock around me like she’ll die without me inside her.

Her back arches and her mouth drops open. ‘Ah! Yes! Finn… Ohhh!’

I keep pounding into her snug channel, keep my rhythm, make it good for her. ‘I never fucked anyone the way I’m fucking you, Theo. Baby…’

‘Yes! Yes! I’m already… It’s… I’m coming! Don’t stop…’

‘Look at me.’ My voice is cracked open, like the rest of me.

Her eyes flick up. Wide, dazed. ‘I…oh god, I…’

Her mouth falls open, trembling lips forming a silent o. The flush starts at her chest, climbing across her cheeks. Sweat pearls at her temple. She’s glowing – glowing – as if I’ve lit her from the inside.

‘Yes! N-now! Ohhh… OH!’

And she breaks.

It rips through her. Her thighs quiver around my hips, her back bows, and she clenches so tight I can’t breathe. She’s shaking, one hand clawing for my neck, the other still pressed to my chest like she’s binding herself to my heartbeat.

Her eyes roll back to pure white. ‘Finn! Finn…’

And I’ve never seen anything like Theo exploding around me. I watch her fall apart. Her head tips back, the column of her throat exposed, her skin pink and shimmering.

Beautiful.

It’s that fierce, rising heat flooding her that undoes me. Proof that it’s real, that I did this to her, that she’s not hiding from me. Not faking anything. I want to press my mouth to every inch of it.

‘Can I go harder?’

‘Yes, yes!’

And I do. I fuck her from her orgasm right into mine. The pressure’s unbearable now, white-hot and right there. My balls cinch up.

‘Theo! Fuck! Baby, I…’

She grabs my face. Eyes still glassy, lips swollen, voice broken. ‘I’m here. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.’

My vision whites out.