His pants dropped.
And then.
His c**k.
Holy mother of God.
It slapped his stomach, and I swear, I almost cried.
Thick.
Veined.
Leaking.
Harder than anything I’d ever seen in my life.
I moaned.
Loud.
I couldn’t help it.
My p***y clenched just from looking at it.
He climbed on the bed.
Fisted himself once.
Twice.
“Then ride me, kitten. Show me how badly you want to be ruined.”
Ruin Me
Ruin Me
****Lyra
Oh my God.
Oh my f*****g God.
He just said it. He actually just f*****g said it.
“Ride me, kitten.”
My brain short-circuited.
Did he seriously just say that to me? Like… out loud? Like with his actual voice and not the version in my head I hear when I’m in the shower rubbing one out at 2AM trying not to moan?
I just stared.
I was still on my knees. On his bed.
His bed.
Dominic-f*****g-Thornvale’s bed. My best friend’s dad.
And his cock..Jesus Christ his cock..was right there. Huge. Hard. Wet at the tip. Pulsing like it knew I was looking at it and liked the attention.
I should’ve been scared. Nervous. Ashamed maybe.
But I wasn’t.
I was wet.
I was shaking.
I was so f*****g turned on I couldn’t even think straight.
And I wanted to ride him so bad my thighs were twitching.
“Kitten,” he growled.
“Don’t keep me waiting.”
I almost came just hearing that voice.
I moved.
Crawled to him like the desperate little heat-struck mess I was.
My dress was bunched up. My thong was probably somewhere on the floor or maybe still wrapped around my ankle, I didn’t f*****g care.
My knees slid against the sheets.
I was soaking the fabric under me. I could feel it.
My p***y was dripping. Actually dripping. Like I’d already been f****d, and this was round two.
I reached for his c**k. My fingers trembled.
It was hot.
Ruin Me
So hot.
Veins pulsing. Skin tight. So hard I could barely wrap my hand around it.
And the second I touched it..
He groaned.
His eyes flashed up to mine like warning sirens.
“Don’t tease,” he said.
“Get the f**k on it.”
Oh my f*****g God.
Oh my f*****g f*****g God.
I straddled him.
My knees sank into the sheets on either side of his hips.
I looked down between us..between my thighs..and saw how soaked I was. Like ruin-level soaked. Like porn-level wet. Like no teenage girl should be looking this needy in front of a man this old and this dangerous but here I f*****g was.
“Damon,”
I whispered.
His hands gripped my hips like iron shackles.
“What?”
“I’m..I’m scared.”
His eyes darkened.
“Of what?”
“That you’re gonna break me.”
He smirked.
That arrogant, cocky, devastating smirk that made my insides flip and my cunt clench.
“Good,” he said.
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
And I reached down.
Guided his c**k to my entrance. f**k.
It was big.
Like too big.
Like are-you-sure-this-fits kind of big.
I bit my lip. My whole body was vibrating.
I looked into his eyes.
And then I started to sink down.
Slow.
Ruin Me
Painfully f*****g slow.
The head popped in.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.