Page 23 of Ruin Me Sweetly

“My good girl,” I murmured. “My perfect little slut.”

She slapped my thigh, and I chuckled.

“What? You can’t deny it, darling,” I said, delighted at being able to tease her like this.

She grunted, hooking her fingers behind my thighs, trying to coax me into her mouth. I relented, out of the goodness of my heart, watching her body writhe on the bed as I fed her my cock, waiting until I reached the back of her throat. I held still, gently butting against it.

I leaned over, tapping her thigh.

“Be a good little slut and spread those legs for me.”

Her low growl would have been more effective had I not felt her drool dripping down my cock.

Those milky thighs spread open, knees bent, the red flowers edging the lace at the gusset. I tugged at it and found the fastening. I nudged my cock against her throat until she gagged, then eased off.

“Your pretty outfit is soaking wet,” I said, prying it open.

My cock throbbed when her nails dug into my thighs. I ignored her and lifted the wet flap of lace to expose her pussy. I ran my middle finger between her heated, slick folds.

Ever so slowly.

Until she pulled at me, widening her jaw, and all it took was one gentle thrust for my cock to plug that throat up.

Her tongue moved. Her throat fluttered as she adjusted to my girth, and I eased my finger into her pussy until she gurgled around my dick. More saliva dribbled out, and that’s when I shifted my stance to watch my cock slide in and out of her mouth.

I trailed my wet finger over the lace to cup her breasts. Her hand moved immediately between her thighs, fingers strumming away to find some relief, while I held onto her breasts and began to fuck her mouth.

Her throat bulged each time I snapped my hips forward. It wasn’t long before my balls were striking her face—one beautiful, wet slap at a time.

I gave her breasts a final squeeze before dragging my hands along her jawline. I held her head still and pulled my cock free, watching a strand of drool drip back into her open mouth. She gasped for air, chest heaving, and blinked up at me.

“You okay, Bella?” I asked, resting my balls over her lips.

“Mm-hm,” she hummed, before her mouth opened and she began to lick.

Her tongue moved all around, back and forth between both, before she sucked one fully into her mouth with a moan.

The enthusiasm was an authentic feature. There was no bargaining for jewellery, cars or holidays in exchange for sex. Bella was everything I could dream of in a life partner. Her lips smacked as one ball slipped free and she moved to capture the other, while I cradled the back of her head with my fingers.

When she was done, I crouched down and kissed her filthy mouth. Spit and precum—I didn’t care.

“My beautiful Bella,” I murmured against her lips, before kissing her again.

Slowly, our tongues danced. Our lips fighting one another—touching, retreating, touching again. I ran my fingers through her hair, holding her head steady as I ruined her mouth.

As we ruined each other.

Fuuuuck. Bella.

There would be no prenup for her. This was until death do us part. I’d make damn sure of it.

Chapter 13

Isabella

I must have been doing it right, because he looked at me as if he wanted to devour me whole. His dark eyes were somehow both soft and intense, a contradiction I didn’t have the words for. His lips glistened, still wet from that filthy kiss.

He bent down again, and I closed my eyes, bracing for it. My lips ached, tender and swollen, but it was the gentleness of that final kiss—so at odds with everything that had come before it—that made my heart ache instead.