Page 13 of Ruin Me Sweetly

“You were made for this,” he whispered, almost to himself. “For me. For my cock.”

His fingers moved over my pussy, sliding up and down in slow, deliberate strokes.

“Yes, Bella,” he murmured, as I closed my eyes and lost myself in the way his fingers brushed over my swollen, wet flesh. “You’ll open up beautifully for me.”

I gripped my breasts and flung my head back as he finally found my clit.

“Ugh,” I groaned. “Fuck me, Luke.”

His fingers pried me open, and I felt his heavy cock land against me. The wet slap of it was everything. Then he began to drag himself up and down my spread pussy, slow and torturous.

“Yes, get my cock all wet, like a good girl.”

He was the only one who called me a girl, and it was sweet. It made me feel young again, and I hadn’t felt young in a very long time.

“Tilted like this will give me full depth,” he murmured, pressing the tip down to my entrance.

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

It was finally happening. I was about to get my Christmas cock.

“Perfect angle of elevation. Don’t move.”

As if I could.

The thick head spread me open, and I moaned, angels singing in my ears as he sank into me.

“I’m going to stimulate every centimetre of this anterior wall until you’re begging,” he said, though I hadn’t the faintest idea what he actually meant.

All I could do was feel that beautiful, thick salami, pressing against my muscles and forcing me open again and again. My pussy pulsated around him, but that didn’t stop him. I felt his balls against me. The strain in my belly as he settled fully inside me, and then—something deeper.

“There it is—cervical contact. You feel that?”

“Oh my god,” I gasped, abandoning my breasts to press a hand against my abdomen. “I do.”

Then I felt the slight bulge beneath my palm.

He grabbed the backs of my legs and pressed his pelvis against me, tipping his weight forward until I felt him brushing and nudging right against my cervix.

His body blocked out the soft glow of the wall light. He was poised over me like a man possessed—like a dark knight ready to ravish me, straight out of every historical romance I’d ever devoured.

I tried to take a deep breath, but it was too late.

They’d find my body.

Probably need to stitch me shut for the funeral.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

“Yes, let’s fuck, baby,” he said, and I caught a flash of white teeth as he smiled.

His hips moved. He didn’t just fuck me. He body-slammed me.

His hands gripping my legs. His lower body thrown against mine. His fingers bit into my thighs as he dragged himself back out, only to thrust in again at a speed and brutality that didn’t seem human.

My body bounced off the bed and pillow, flinging me back up to meet him. Wood began to bash against my wall. The plaster would probably crack at this rate. I didn’t care. He was giving me exactly what I needed.

I could feel the friction and depth in every deep thrust.