Page 35 of Ruined By Sin

My cheeks warm as he lowers my hand to his crotch where I feel the painfully hard girth of his erection. It makes me shudder. God, he's so perfect, and I want him too, and it wouldn't hurt to indulge, right?

I'm still keeping this rapport strong. And that's what Uncle Victor said to do. I'm doing what I was ordered. He never said I couldn't enjoy it.

"Could you do that again?" I ask him, playfully smiling as I wrap my hand around his throbbing dick and lean forward while he sinks to a seated position.

"Do what?" he mumbles, head falling backward as I start stroking him.

"Be so cute and adorable as you tell me you're falling for me." I rise up now, inching closer to him. My core is starting to ache and pulse in preparation for him.

"Sweetheart, if you don’t ride me right now, I might very well forget who I am and lose all self-control. But I promise, your body will draw those words from my lips a thousand times if you give me yourself."

He curls his fingers around my neck and pulls my mouth into his. The kiss is searing, hungry, like he's been starving for me all night. Timur's mouth claims mine with a low groan that vibrates through my chest. His fingers stay curled around the back of my neck, holding me exactly where he wants me while his other hand slides down my side, bunching the fabric of my dress as he pulls me closer.

I break the kiss just enough to whisper against his lips, “Tim… right here? In the car?”

His eyes are dark with need, pupils blown wide. “Right here. I can’t wait another fucking minute to be inside you.” His voice is rough, edged with that raw desperation that makes my thighs clench.

There is no reason to argue with logic. The ache between my legs has been building since he first looked at me across the table like I was the only woman in the world. And when he climbed into this back seat after me, I knew what he wanted. I want it too.

I shift, hiking my dress up my thighs as I swing one leg over his lap, straddling him. The leather is cool against my knees, but the heat rolling off his body more than makes up for it.

Timur’s hands immediately go to my hips, gripping hard as he tugs me down until I’m pressed right against the thick line of his cock, already freed from his open fly. The heavy, hot weight of his dick throbs against my panties, and I rock my hips, teasing us both.

“Fuck, Kira,” he hisses, head falling back against the seat again. “You have no idea how much I need you." The gravel in his tone makes me believe him. Somehow, in all the madness of the past few weeks, I've become addicted to him the way he seems to be to me.

I bite my lip, smiling down at him as I reach between us and hook my fingers into the side of my panties. I pull them aside, exposing my slick folds to the cool air for just a second before I line myself up with the blunt head of his cock. He’s so hard it feels like steel wrapped in warm flesh, pulsing in my grip as I slowly sink down.

"Oh, holy shit," I hiss. The stretch is perfect and overwhelming in the best way. A soft moan escapes me as I take his thickness until I’m seated fully in his lap and he's buried deep inside me.

Timur’s fingers dig into my hips harder as he groans, “That’s it, sweetheart. God, you feel so fucking good."

I brace my hands on his shoulders, as I start to move, rolling my hips and savoring the way he fills me so completely. He watches me with hooded eyes, lips parted, breathing ragged. One hand slides up my thigh, pushing my dress higher so he can see where we’re joined. “Christ... I'm too old for this shit." He grins as his head falls back again then mumbles, "Yeah... bounce. Come on... shake this whole fucking car."

His words send a fresh rush of heat through me. I lean forward, pressing my forehead to his as I pick up the pace, rising and falling on him with uncoordinated movements and clumsy breathing. Each downward stroke grinds my clit against his pelvis, sparking sharp pleasure that makes my toes curl.

“Tim… oh, God,” I gasp, my rhythm growing faster and more desperate. “You’re so deep.” Every time I fall, he pushes into my back wall, making me clench and jolt. It has me gasping for breath. This is the hottest thing I've ever done, and I don't think I'd want to do it with anyone else. Ever.

“Yeah?” He thrusts up to meet me, driving himself even deeper on the next stroke. “You like feeling me this deep in your tight little pussy? Tell me how much you love it.”

“I love it,” I moan as he hits that perfect spot inside me. “God, you were so hard... You are so hard."

His hand slips between us, his thumb finding my swollen clit and rubbing lightly. it makes my hips stutter. “That’s my girl. Ride me harder, Kira. I want to feel you come."

The pressure builds, coiling tight in my belly. I brace one hand on the roof of the car for leverage and force myself down onto him again and again. The car starts rocking, and I don't dare open my eyes but I know the windows are fogged.

The neckline of my dress is pulled low enough that one breast nearly spills out, and Timur’s free hand yanks the fabric down, exposing me completely. His mouth latches onto my nipple, sucking hard while his tongue flicks over the sensitive peak. The sensation sends me spiraling.

“Timur—fuck—I’m gonna?—”

My words dissolve into a whimper as the orgasm crashes over me. My walls clamp down around him, pulsing and fluttering as waves of pleasure ripple through my body. I grind down hard, chasing every last spark as my thighs tremble around his hips. Wave after glorious wave of ecstasy wash through every cell in my body releasing endorphins and hormones that keep me jolting for a solid three minutes.

He doesn’t stop. His hips snap up, fucking me through it, prolonging the high until I’m gasping and whimpering, oversensitive and still desperate for more.

“Beautiful,” he growls against my skin, releasing my nipple with a wet pop. “You are so fucking beautiful when you're vulnerable like that."

I’m still shaking from the first one when he grips my hip and starts driving up into me with short, powerful thrusts. The angle is devastating, the head of his cock rubbing relentlessly againstmy G-spot. And the whole time, his thumb keeps working my clit, never letting the pleasure dip.

“Oh, God… Tim… it’s too much,” I whine, even as my body chases the next peak. I might lose complete control and piss myself right here on his lap, but my God, does it feel incredible.