Page 7 of Ruby

“Ass.”

He chuckles. “Ass is a ways down the track, Mama. We should warm up to that.”

I bite my lip as he moves fast, then shifts so his palms are pressed on either side of my head. He knows what he’s doing to me. The sensation of his thick dick rubbing against my most sensitive spot sets me off like a firecracker. I lose myself, gripping his butt as he rides me through it.

“Condom,” I pant.

“Bossy little thing.” He bends down to kiss me. “But I’m into it.”

He shifts off the bed, then comes back in two seconds flat, rolling a rubber onto his length. My hunger for his body only increases when I devour him with my eyes.

“Get back here,” I demand when he sheathes himself, taking his time. “I’m not even remotely done with you.”

There’s that smile I love, stretching across his face.

I don’t want to think too closely what he told me about having no parents, or why I blurted out what I did in return. Orphan bonding wasn’t on my bingo card for tonight.

It’s just sex, I remind myself. No need to go getting all pouty over it.

“Glad to hear it.” He kneels on the mattress, then crawls toward me. In the dim light, his presence has my heart racing. When his lips touch mine, I’m lost.

A one-night fling isn’t supposed to be this sensual, is it? But it seems like this man—whose name I don’t even know—likes to take his time.

Weird that he’s asked nothing about my cut or the Stilettos.

He strokes one hand down my neck, then grips it, and I practically melt into the mattress. I like it rough, and I like it even better with this man’s big hand around my throat.

“Do we need a safe word?” His eyes dance with delight, roaming down my body, his grip easing off to let me answer.

“I don’t know. Do you?”

He smirks again, reaches between his legs to hold his dick, and then thrusts inside me. My eyes widen as I cry out at the invasion. I assumed he’d inch that bad boy in slowly, but nope, my mystery man is plumb full of surprises. And I’m not complaining one itty bit.

“Fuck, Mama.” He’s breathing just as heavy as me. “You are so fuckin’ tight.”

I grip his ass, but then he slides out and slams back in. I’ve never had a man fill me like this. He’s gifted, and I know I’m gonna feel this tomorrow. “Tell me your name if you claim you’re gonna make me scream it.”

He stills for half a beat. “My real name is Maximus.”

I narrow my eyes. “Be serious.”

“Fine, it’s Jamie.”

“Well, Jamie, you can fuck me now.” Is it a plea, or a demand? I don’t care, I just want him inside me.

“I don’t have all night.”

“Needy little princess.”

But he doesn’t need to be told twice. Instead, he presses his hands into the mattress and gives it to me. I revel in his thickness; in his skill. I’m losing all cohesive thought as every moment passes.

“You sure you don’t have a magic dick?” I manage before he brings me to another climax. This one is bigger than the last because he’s inside me, and he’s hitting fucking everything.

“I guess you’ll find out,” he breathes, rocking back and forth as I hang on for dear life.

I’ve had rough sex before, but he has this roll of his hips that sends me into another universe. He doesn’t let up until I’m going off like a damn firecracker.

Suddenly, he pulls out, flips me over, yanks me to my knees, and slaps my ass. Kissing my neck, he mutters against my skin, “You are goddamn beautiful.”