Page 9 of Claimed By Ruin

Her hips rocked back, and I wrapped my arm around her waist and held her in place as I teased her clit with my tongue. When I pushed inside, she gripped my shoulder, her fingers tight with resentment.

I pulled out and nudged her clit with my tongue, three sharp little swipes. She tightened her grip on my shoulder and a strangled sound spilled out of her throat.

I huffed out a laugh. She’d hate it, but I’d heard it.

Would treasure it, just like I treasured this.

I sucked her clit and pushed one finger inside. She was so fucking tight, so hot, my cock throbbed at the thought of being inside her. I added another finger and her walls clamped down, and it was my turn to moan. My hand drifted to my cock, and I squeezed, needing some relief.

But I let go and focused solely on her.

She pushed my hand away and threaded her fingers in my hair. She pulled but then held me still as she grinded on my face.

Her hips rocked, her thighs trembled, and her eyes burned with anger.

It didn’t matter though. She could hate me. Be pissed at me. Use me like I was nothing and she was less than that.

I wasn’t going anywhere, and her body didn’t want me to.

Every angry moan, every sigh, every tremble gave her away.

She came almost silently, but cried out when I speared her with my tongue, fucking her with jabbing thrusts.

I noticed as she came back to herself increment by increment. Hated it when she pulled her hand away.

My cock ached, straining against my pants, but I managed to stand.

Asia stared at me like she wanted to strike me down.

Then she reached for me and pulled my pants down far enough to free my cock.

I moaned when she gripped me and stroked my length once, twice.

Then she pushed me down on the bed.

Her face burned with rage as she mounted me, then grabbed my cock at the base, and held me steady as she lowered down.

She didn’t move slowly. Just dropped her hips and took me in one stroke.

She hissed, then smiled, seeming to welcome the pain.

Then she moved, fucking me furiously, her tits bouncing with every downstroke.

I rocked up, and she turned her head sharply, her eyes aflame. She dropped her weight, pressing my hips back against the bed. Then her eyes locked on mine, she rode me furiously, chasing her climax. She smacked my hand away when I tried to reach between our bodies. After that, I kept my hands on the bed and let sensation take me.

She was close.

I was, too.

She moved faster, looping her arms around my neck as she ground her clit against the base of my cock. She went off like a rocket, not silent this time, but not fully letting the moan out.

My eyes drifted shut her warmth, her tightness—her—sending me closer and closer to…

Then she was gone.

I snapped my eyes open, momentarily confused. I blinked, seeing her standing in front of me.

She didn’t look angry anymore.