Page 37 of Queen of Ruin

But he doesn’t stop there. One orgasm isn’t enough. He eats me out to a second within minutes of the first, then he trades his tongue for his fingers and lavishes careful attention over my nipples and breasts while pumping his fingers deep inside me and curling them every single time. I’m seeing stars by the time he makes it up to my mouth and he wrings a third orgasm out of me as we kiss deeply.

My fourth and final orgasm arrives when he lies behind me and pulls me close, my back to his broad chest, and he feeds his cock through the softness of my thighs. The sensation of his cock rubbing against my pussy and thighs like a treat I don’t get to feel is as frustrating as it is pleasurable, but Diego distracts me with deep, gentle kisses and tweaks of my nipples that send pleasure coursing through me like a river.

“Diego,” I moan breathlessly, my head relaxing back on his shoulder while his thrusts between my thighs grow relentless. “You… feel so good.”

“You’ve no idea how hot your pussy feels after all those orgasms,” Diego grunts, his voice trembling. “When you’re well, I’ll fuck you so hard, I’ll be the reason you can’t walk in a straight line.”

“Promises, promises,” I whisper, closing my eyes. The tip of his cock nudges against my clit for the last time and I come with a breathless cry. Every inch of me tightens up, and my core pulses rhythmically in time to my thundering heart, leaving me utterly spent and boneless by the time Diego’s finished his orgasm.

He kisses me behind my ear and gently cleans me with a towel, plies me with water from a bottle, and then spends fifteen minutes going over every single wound to ensure our activities didn’t tear or disturb anything. Only then does he crawl back into the bed with me.

I cuddle into him and close my eyes, intent on thanking him for fucking all of the pain out of my mind, but I’m asleep before the words get a chance to leave my lips.

When I next open my eyes, sunlight trickles in through holes in the curtain and the pain of my wound has risen to hot, tight levels. It pulls and twists with every breath, but I quickly put it out of my mind when I realize it’s not the bed underneath me.

It’s Diego.

Somehow, I ended up on top of him during the night. He sleeps peacefully beneath me with his head tilted to the side and his lips ever so slightly parted. Like this, there isn’t a single worry line or crease across his handsome face. He’s as innocent as the day he was born. Innocence that, if it remains, I’ve had a hand in destroying.

Last night was… amazing. Despite the tight, hot throb across my ribs, every other muscle maintains the same levels of relaxation as when we stepped out of the shower. My joints move more easily, breathing comes deeper, and my mind is quiet. I brace myself gently over Diego but as I try to lift and move, the softest, sweetest moan drifts from his lips.

“Adorable,” I whisper.

Can I make this last forever?

Maybe not forever, but I can make it last longer than this. With careful, slow movements, I slide off Diego and onto the mattress but rather than cuddling back up beside him, I scoot down.

And down some more.

Under the covers into the warmth created by our bodies, I move with the gentility of a cat unwilling to step into a trap until I’m between his legs and settled against his thigh. Diego shifts in his sleep, creating more space for me to settle, and I only have to adjust myself to ensure I can lie comfortably.

Then I gently place my tongue at the base of his cock and swipe upward as slowly as I dare.

15

DIEGO

Warmth blooms through my mind like the creeping heat of the sun’s rays stretching across the sky. My dreamless sleep has been the best night’s sleep I’ve had since Valentina scrambled into my car and the desire to leave it is very minimal.

I want to sleep forever.

To soak up every bit of rest I can possibly get before the next disaster hits.

But the warmth doesn’t dissipate. It spreads through my body and grows in strength until tingling goosebumps rush up and down my arms. Sleep fades in slow, relaxing waves and the waking world around me grows in strength.

The soft pillows beneath my head. The lumpy mattress that’s not at all worth the cost of this room. Rough sheets against my skin from a wash that doesn’t know the meaning of fabric softener. The warm, wet heat of… of…

Wait a second.

Cracking open one eye, it takes a shamefully long few seconds for me to realize that the warmth I’m soaking up is coming from Valentina’s mouth wrapped around my cock. Glancing down the length of my body, I gently prop myself up on one elbow and meet her wide-eyed gaze.

Pink flushes across the tops of her cheeks, her gorgeous hair pools to the side over one shoulder like an amber curtain, and her lips stretch around my cock. A stretch that widens the more awake I become and all my blood immediately rushes south at the erotic sight of her mouth around my cock.

“Good morning,” I croak, screwing up my eyes just slightly toward the sunlight streaming in through the threadbare curtains.

Valentina hums her greeting and the vibrations shoot straight through my cock, sending me back down against the pillows with a long, low groan. I have no restraint this early in the morning, especially not when I’ve just woken up, so every second of her attention is amplified in my mind.

Her tongue rolls and curls against the underside of my cock, suction pulls all the heat to the base of my gut, and her soft hums send delicious vibrations through my shaft. Curls of pleasure settle deep in my balls and I close my eyes, debating whether I have the strength to stop myself from coming immediately like some horny teenager.