Page 76 of Wallflower

“Ruin me.”

A smile splits his handsome fucking face, and my stomach dips through a roller coaster of emotions.

One hand grips my hip, as the other holds his erection steady at my centre. “Welcome…to Jurassic cock,” he purrs.

I’m about to laugh, digging my teeth into my cheek to refrain, but then he slams into me hard, deep, violent, and all my thoughts scramble.

Ripley presses into me until it hurts in the most perfect way. Drawing back out slowly, he groans, “You should see the way you make my dick shine. Are you sure you can hold out longer than me?”

“Listen, you cocky motherfucker—” my retort is cut off when he fists my hair, yanking me up from the bent over position. His roughness has me tightening around him and I know he feels it as his cock throbs in response.

“Sorry, flower, I couldn’t hear you bent over and stuffed full of my dick.”

I roll my eyes.

“What were you saying?”

My back is arched almost painfully as I’m immobilized, impaled there on his cock, silently begging for him to move. “Fuck me properly, and you might win.” His face contorts dangerously, a monster inside him rising to the challenge. Giddiness thrums through me. “What? Don’t think you can do it? Come on, Rip, show me what you’re made of.” I don’t know what I’m taunting him for, or what I’m hoping will happen. Maybe something I’ve only dreamed about since every fucking man before Ripley has been heavily vanilla and into kink-shaming. Except for Sam. But fuck that guy. I might not even leave if he showed up telling me he was ready to run.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he finally rasps.

“I’m not an idiot. I know what I want, or at least what I’m willing to try. Now fuck me like I know you can. If it’s too much, I’ll scream dinosaur.”

“Dinosaur?”

I nod. “I can’t imagine that will come up organically.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

That shocks me. I’d have bet my life on that being exactly what he wanted—the whole point of him coming to Bleakcrest. “Really?”

Slowly he pulls out, then pushes back in. The tantalizing warming sensation tingling through me, rolling my eyes back in pleasure. His hand grips the back of my thigh, lifting it so my knee rests on the footboard, spreading me further. “Not right now,” he finally answers, picking up the pace.

His muscular arms wrap around me, tightening possessively like they did that first day. His heavy breaths fan across my skin as he grips me, expletive whispers slipping from between his lips with every thrust.

Rip’s left arm is banded across my chest, slamming me down on his cock each time he drives forward, as the fingers of his right hand find my clit once more.

Suddenly, a sharp wail pierces the sound of our breathy exhales.

“What’s that?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“No, what’s happening? Why is there an alarm blaring?” Fuck, is something going on out there? Is my sister safe? A whirlwind of negative thoughts swirl. Anyone could have a vendetta against Maximus. Are they coming for him?

“It’s my phone, forget about it. It’s not important. Drown it out.”

“Turn it off.”

“I’m not fucking stopping, Rose.”

“It’s annoying,” I counter.

Ripley’s hand moves from my shoulder to my mouth, smothering my complaining as he holds me tighter, fucks me harder, works my clit until I’m writhing.

“I need you to cum, flower. Give it to me. I can’t leave without it.”

He needs to leave? Well now I don’t want to cum for him at all.