Page 79 of Ruined

I can’t help the noise that rushes out of my mouth. A breathless whimper—desperate, the way I’ve always been desperate for him, the way I’ve always craved him all my life. Over the years, I’ve craved him in different ways, but it’s always been him.

My breathing grows shallow, and heat gathers between my legs. We’re sitting in the middle of the restaurant with people all around. Despite that, he cups the back of my neck and pulls me into a kiss. I gasp into his mouth, pushing closer. The kiss turns a little more heated than I think he expected, and suddenly we can’t leave the restaurant fast enough.

We barely make it back to his place. In the garage, he pins me to the door of the car and kisses me like he’s never craved anything more. I whisper, “Daddy,” into the kiss, and that seems to drive him even crazier. He ruts the steely line of his erection against my lower stomach, and my own hardness fits perfectly against his thigh.

“Come here.” He lifts my legs to wrap them around his waist, and he manages to lock the car and walk us all the way to the elevator like that, a hand on my ass stabilizing me as I hold on to his neck.

“Hurry,” I gasp as he unlocks the door to his apartment, and he walks me to the bed, laying me down and pulling back to watch me like I’m a five-course meal he’s about to devour. I lift my shirt to take it off, but he grabs my wrist.

“Let me.” He takes his time carefully undressing me, unwrapping me like a gift. First my shirt, then my shoes and my socks, then unbuckling my jeans and sliding them down along with my underwear. Once I’m naked, I part my legs as he settles between them, and he rolls his eyes back at the sight of me.

“Look at you, sweetheart.” His rough hands caress the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. “Daddy’s perfect boy.”

My cock jumps, reaching for his touch, and I squirm with joy, my body buzzing with heat. I want to be so, so good for him.

“You know what Daddy wants, right?” he murmurs.

I nod desperately. “Please take it. It’s yours.” He flips me over, and my breath gets stuck in my throat at the shock of pleasure as he buries his face between my ass cheeks. I swallow, gathering myself enough to whimper, “Only yours.”

He lifts my hips up, positioning me on my knees, and when he folds my dick back and licks it, all the way up to my balls, leaving a wet hot trail up to my hole, I almost topple over. I would have—if he hadn’t been holding on to my hips, keeping me on my hands and knees. Parting my cheeks with his thumbs, he exposes me completely.

“Daddy,” I gasp as his hot tongue burrows into my hole. I arch my back, squirming under his touch as he takes me apart. The feeling of his beard scratching my ass cheeks feels almost as good as his tongue. I moan into the pillow, muffling my helpless moans.

“Don’t,” he says, voice a growl of desire. “Let me hear you.”

I turn my head, and with nothing to stifle my moans, I let out all the sounds without inhibition. Fuck, it feels so good. When he parts my cheeks even wider and tongue-fucks my ass, I scream out my pleasure, and he hums against my skin, his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass.

“Please,” I gasp. “Want Daddy… want Daddy’s cock.”

He pulls away to get his clothes off. “Come here.” Fully nude, he lies down, back propped up against the bed frame. His massive cock points straight at the ceiling, a pearl of precum at the reddened tip. “Sit in Daddy’s lap.”

My cheeks heat with want and a rush of heady desire. For once, he seems as eager for it as I am. I crawl into his lap, and when he kisses me, I taste myself on his tongue.

“Are you ready for Daddy’s fingers?” He grips my ass, sliding a finger along my crease and over my wet hole.

I nod desperately. “Please.”

“You want to be Daddy’s good boy, don’t you?”

“Yours. Always yours.”

“Fuck, Oliver…” His brows furrow for a moment, eyes going glassy with tears, as if he can’t believe this is real—that we’re really together like this, that I’m his and he’s mine.

I grind myself against him, sandwiching my dick between my stomach and his. He grabs the bottle of lube on the nightstand and coats his fingers, then brings his hand under me and rubs my hole. When the first finger slides in, I kiss him, moaning as I sink down on his finger, making an effort to relax and let him inside. It feels good, but it’s not thick enough, and it’s not silky smooth and warm like his dick.

“Want Daddy’s cock,” I whine.

“Shh, soon. Be a patient boy and let Daddy stretch this little hole of yours.”

I whimper, hips gyrating back and forth, fucking myself on his finger and rubbing my dick against his hairy stomach. The buildup to my orgasm is suddenly not just a buildup—it’s happening.

“Daddy! Ohh, Daddy. Gonna come.”

“Go on, sweet boy.” There’s no surprise in his voice; he’s learned to anticipate how fast he takes me there. “Come for Daddy.”

I rub my dick against him hard while he stuffs one more finger into my hole, and that’s all it takes for my dick to twitch and spurt with cum and for me to gasp and whimper with my orgasm. I cry out and collapse against him, toes curling in the sheets.

“Good boy.” He pulls his fingers out and strokes them over the outside of my rim, sending shivers of aftershocks through my body. “What a good boy for Daddy. Coming so much and feeling so good.”