Page 34 of Ruin Me Sweetly

My cheeks burned. No one had ever talked to me like this before. Not this way. Never this dirty. I did as he said—Luke could be many things when he thought I wasn’t watching, but he always excelled at giving me the most mind-blowing orgasms.

Which was why there were towels spread beneath me.

Once I was in position, he removed his thumb from my ass, and when I glanced back, he’d hooked his boxers beneath his balls. Angry pink with salt and pepper had become my favourite colour combination.

I settled on my elbows and continued to watch him smear clear gel over his cock. He liked me watching him. His fist slowed as he added more.

“Do you like seeing my cock, Bella?” he asked, his hand reaching the tip. “Do you like seeing what you do to me?”

My eyes moved along his abdomen, his chest, until I met his eyes.

“Yes. I love seeing how hard you get for me,” I said, without blinking.

He went still.

And silent.

His lips curled upward by the slightest fraction.

“Why don’t you reach back and hold yourself open for me, darling?” he asked, baiting me.

I didn’t reply. I lowered my face back to the pillow and reached behind me. My flesh was slick with oil, but I pulled my cheeks apart anyway. I heard his sharp breath.

He slowly ran his cock between my cheeks, butting it against my pussy before he dragged it back to my ass.

“Right here,” he whispered, pressing his heavy, wet cock against me.

It seemed impossible.

“Stretch it out, baby,” he said, pushing forward.

I pulled harder.

The tip of his cock spread my hole open.

“Yeah, Bella. Take my cock in that asshole,” he groaned. “Let me fuck that tight little hole.”

I panted through the pain, but I still tilted my hips, offering him more of me.

“You’re going to be the death of me, woman,” he said, sliding the tip in and out until my muscles finally gave.

“Oh god, Luke. That feels—”

I lost my train of thought.

In and out.

Slowly. Faster.

Inching deeper.

“You can let go now, sweetness. You’re opening up beautifully.”

I could hear the pride in his voice.

I let go. My hands slipped away, and I pressed them into the bed, feeling the rough towel beneath me. His hands gripped my waist, dragging me back, my face sliding across the pillow and bed until I was fully impaled on his cock.

His hands moved around my ass cheeks, massaging my rear in slow circles.