Page 17 of State of Ruin

“I call the shots,” he says, his breath warm on my most sensitive parts. “Remember that, and we’ll both walk away very happy. Fuck, this ass is delectable.” He smooths over the area that he’s just slapped and bites my cheek as if it’s a peach while stroking his hand over the other cheek. “Now, let me see what I’ve paid for. Hmm.”

The hum comes as he peels my thong slowly, slowly, down over my ass and then my legs. It’s the part I’ve been dreading the most, and I never imagined he’d do it with his face right there, but right now I’m the most shameless, wanton version of myself that has ever existed, and the sensation of the lace dragging downward is like freedom. He taps me on one ankle to suggest I step out of it, doing the same to the other, and then I really am one hundred percent bare for him, bent over and completely at his mercy.

I can sense that he pulled away slightly to untangle my thong from my ankles. Now his hands trace up my legs, his fingers skimming my inner thighs, and he parts me right there, pulling me wide open far more forcibly than the way he touched my legs. Everything aches. Everything is on fire. My clit must be pulsing like you see open hearts do in those medical dramas.

“I could do anything to you right now,” he muses. “Tongue, fingers, dick. Dildo. I could drive you crazy.”

“Yeah,” I agree, close to sobbing.

He readjusts his grip on me and taps a finger against my clit—“Perfect”—before running it up to circle my entrance. He pushes gently. “So fucking wet. Can you feel it?”

“Uh-huh.”

He pushes his finger the whole way in, and I want to die with happiness. He sucks in a harsh breath. “Fuck, that’s tight. So wet, though.” I can tell from the warmth of his breath on my flesh that his face must be right there. “The question is, can you take another?”

“Yes?” I ask, and he laughs. I’m growing addicted to making him laugh.

“That’s the spirit. And for that…”

My reward is his tongue swirling over my clit, and I really am going to die now. It’s soft and luxurious and perfect. He definitely doesn’t need to do this—he’s paying me, after all—but then he groans decadently against me, and it’s the best sound I’ve ever heard. He sounds ravenous. Once again, he adjusts the way he’s holding me, stretching me as wide as he can—“So fucking slippery”—and puts his tongue back on me right as he pushes another finger inside of me. The stretch means my clit is entirely available to him and perfectly exposed to his devastating tongue. I let out some kind of awful wail before clamping my lips together in mortification. I am not going to survive this.

He twists his fingers and gives me another lave of his tongue. “Jesus fucking Christ, I could do this all night long,” he says with the rasp of a man in pain. “Next time, I’m going to put you in fucking stirrups and eat you for hours and hours.” I studiously ignore the alarm bells that next time and stirrups should ring and moan my appreciation for that suggestion.

“What has you so hot, I wonder?” Lick. Twist. “Does being paid turn you on? Or is it knowing I could have had any woman I wanted but I was so fucking desperate to stick my face in your pretty little cunt that I had to make it so you couldn’t refuse?” Another hot rhetorical question I assume—but he pauses. “I’m waiting.” As if to underscore his point, he slowly drags his fingers out of me.

“Uh, that. Just—you. This. Oh my God.” Not my most articulate moment, but I’m not in a place to analyze this. All the blood in my brain is swelling my clit to the size of a golf ball right now.

“Yeah.” His voice grows softer as he slides his fingers back inside me and I clench around them like the greedy-ass ho that I apparently am. “Me too. You have the most perfect cunt I’ve ever seen. So pink. So soft. Men would do very bad things for a chance to taste it. And they’d maim and kill to stick their dicks inside it, that’s for sure.” With that ominous proclamation, he clamps his mouth to my clit. I’m expecting him to draw it out, tease me, make me beg like he threatened, but he fucking goes for it, licking and sucking while driving his long, thick fingers into my pussy over and over.

It’s the most perfect kind of onslaught and one I am powerless to withstand. The urge to come grows unbearable within seconds. Every inch of my skin is covered in goosebumps. My nipples are tingling. And the waves of molten heat coursing over my entire pussy, inside and out, are out of control. His fingers and mouth are hitting everywhere I need them to. Everywhere. I can tell by his jerky movements that he’s losing control, too, and that knowledge, that Sinclair fucking Voss is feasting on me and losing his goddamn mind, has my arousal ramping up impossibly further.

I’m out of my mind, too, with this need for release. My neck is aching from my efforts not to put too much weight on my throat, my arms are growing stiff, and my legs? My legs are shaking so hard they’d definitely collapse if not for the support under my stomach. I’m trapped like this, and it means there’s no outlet for all this crazy energy. It means I have to stand here and take this relentless assault from his mouth and his hands, and all of that makes the sensation so much more potent, more concentrated. Angels are singing. I feel feverish. My only outlets are pushing my pussy back into his face as fully as I can and giving in to the necessity of using my voice.

My moans turn to full-on cries now as my climax hurtles toward me like a freight train. I’m talking gibberish, twisting my head uselessly from side to side, flapping my hands in their primitive restraints. “Please,” I say. “Please, I beg you. Harder. I can’t—Oh my God. Shit. I can’t. Fuck, I’m⁠—”

Just like that, my orgasm slams into me. I am a rock slingshotted into outer fucking space. It’s heaven. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt in my life. I am air and fire; I am pure oxygen ignited. Wave after atomic wave ripples over me thanks to Sinclair’s relentless tongue, and as they begin to soften, I find myself utterly spent, a rag doll, my arms and legs floppy.

He withdraws his fingers and drags them wetly down over my well-used clit. “I hope you can stay standing for a few more minutes,” he drawls, sounding out of breath but more self-satisfied than ever, “because it’s my turn now.”

CHAPTER 10

Sinclair

Istagger to my feet, drunk on her taste and lightheaded from the relocation of my blood flow to my dick. I’ve imagined many things, many times, since setting eyes on Elyse, but they all pale in comparison with the reality of her total surrender to me. She is petite and perfect, her cunt as exquisite as the rest of her, and so fucking responsive. She’s already blown my mind, and I haven’t even fucked her yet.

As I walk around her, I take in the spectacular sight of her bent over like this for me, her fantastic little ass in the air. I can’t keep her like this for much longer, but I won’t last much longer, either. This will be over embarrassingly quickly. She turns her head to the side as I come around the front, and I brush the dark, glossy strands of hair off her face. She can’t quite meet my eyes from her position, but her beautiful face is as flushed as I knew it would be, her lips parted, breaths ragged as she comes down from what looked—and sounded—like a monster orgasm.

I come to a stop right in front of her and unzip my pants with difficulty, given my dick is trying its hardest to breach my zipper. “How are you doing?” I ask as I work the waistband of my boxer briefs down over my dick.

She lets out a little huff of laughter aimed at the floor. “I barely know my own name, so pretty good, I guess.”

“Neck feeling okay? Hands? No tingles?”

She makes fists. “Nope.”

“Good. You did amazing. I’m going to fuck you so hard. Give me your mouth for a sec—wanna show you how ready I am.”

I slide a hand through her hair and along her jaw for some support, bending my knees a little to reduce my height. There’s a wet patch on the floor below where she’s presumably drooled. Fuck, her mouth will be a haven. She can’t tilt her head up quite enough, but when I wrap a fist around my dick and slide it over her pretty, puffy lips, she moans a little and parts for me, her slender hands fluttering uselessly in their restraints.