Chapter 108 Snap out of it, Ira
Ira's POV
With a grin, I roll my hips to work him deeper, feeling him throb hot and heavy against my inner walls, stretching me with an insane fullness.
“Shit, why do you feel…?” I groan as the pressure builds against my cervix, causing excess slick to lick from me unto him.
Ruel kisses my jaw, his hands slide down to grip my ass, spreading me wider, pulling me down onto him with steady force.
Clenching the sheets in my fists, I push back against him, creating a rhythm, hoping I'm doing this right.
“Fuck, that’s it. Ughh, feel how deep I am? Feel how your pussy’s sucking me in like it’s starving.”
I lean down and he wastes no time in sealing my lips with his, leaving both our breathing ragged, our chests heaving, spit-slick mouths sliding together in a messy, open-mouthed kiss.
Goddess, I've never felt this wanted, so craved. With each roll of my hip, my nipples rub against his chest.
He snaps his hips up to meet every descent, pounding into me from below. A loud whimper pour out of my lips when he gets impossibly fast.
“Ruuuu…. Ugh fuck. Slow down,” I cry out as pleasure coils viciously low in my belly. My inner muscles ripple and squeeze around his cock with each thrust, sending sharp tremors racing through my thighs, up my stomach.
“I can't… I can't meet up.” I pant, wondering how he's suddenly so energetic after finding it hard to eat.
Hell I thought he was having aches, the bastard.
Ruel laughs when I pull away. He slides out of me and I pout, reaching behind me to put it back in.
“You're so cute,”
His compliment takes me by surprise but I don't get to dwell on it as in the next second I'm being flipped over onto my back.
The bed feels soft against my aching muscles. My heart pounds when he hooks my legs over his elbows, spreading me obscenely wide.
A blush creeps up my neck when he smirks, staring right at my abused hole.
“Can you not be a creep and just put it in.” I say, my voice coming out softer than I'd like.
“Beg.” He says, spreading me even more.
“You cunning bastard,” I gasp, earning a soft laugh from him. The sound is so tender it feels as though it doesn't belong to a man with his personality.
Ruel, probably realizing what he just did, coughs, his smile disappearing in an instant.
“Your laugh, feels like a warm blanket.” I whisper, unable to pull my gaze away from him.
“Ira?”
“Hmm?”
“Beg me to fuck you.”
“Please,”
He slams back in, going deeper than before, the new angle enables him hit that sensitive spot inside me until white stars burst behind my eyes.
“Ru…”
“Damn, why do I like it when you call me that?” He pounds harder, making my pussy clench and spasm around his pistoning length,
I choke on a moan, reaching forward with both hands, and allowing my fingers dig into the soft flesh of my ass, shamelessly spreading myself wider for him.
The cool air hits my slick stretched skin making me clench around him even tighter.
“Fuck,” he curses under his breath. “Look at you, open for me like this.”
His long punishing strokes are so deep yet I want more.
My fingers slip on my sweaty skin, but I keep holding myself open for him, the pain mixed with pleasure too satisfying to abandon.
“Ru…” My voice cracks. “I’m…fuck…I’m close…”
He leans over me, one hand running through my hair and the other sliding down between my legs, right before his fingertips find my clit and start rubbing fast.
“Cum for me pup.” he rasps against my ear.
Like a submissive pet I do as told. My whole body locks up. My pussy clamps down on him like a fist, convulsing and milking every thick inch of him as wave after wave slams through me.
I'm still crying in ecstasy when he groans darkly, his hand tightening in my hair before pumping his hot seed into my womb.
I moan louder, my thighs trembling so hard they nearly give out. Tears fall from my eyes from the intensity. And as though to muffle my cry, Ruel kisses me.
My walls keep fluttering around him, although in weaker little spasms now, my oversensitive sex still holds on to him greedily.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come,” he whispers into my ear, his tongue reaching out to lick right under my earlobe.
He carefully pulls out but keeps himself against my heat. “So fucking mine,” he adds.
For a long moment we stay locked together, wet with sweat and more, trembling and breathing like we’ve run a hundred miles.
Ruel then pulls me on top of him, his chest rising and falling under me. He shifts his hands to my hips pulling me closer until I'm literally straddling him again.
“You look wrecked,” he says with a smirk.
“Who wouldn't be? When you fuck like a darn machine.”
I fail to contain a smile when he lets out that soft laughter again.
His palms settle on my shoulders, rubbing in slow circles.
“I meant it,” he murmurs. “You’re beautiful Ira. So beautiful I can't stop thinking of you.”
The words slam into me, pouring into my ears like oil…. It's too much and sweet, all at once.
Swallowing, I thread my fingers into his damp hair, tugging just enough to pull his eyes from my tits to my face.
But the moment we lock eyes, something snaps inside my chest. I don't think of it before smashing my lips to his.
Ruel kisses me back but to my surprise he doesn't fight for dominance, completely giving me the reigns. I kiss him like my life depends on it, because for some reason that's exactly how I feel.
“Hm.” Ruel makes a sound but I don't pay attention to it, needing him.
I kiss him harder when I feel his hands grip my waist, his fingers bruising my skin. My hand tightens in his hair as he taps desperately against my hip, his head turning like he's trying to escape.
I don’t stop. I can't. I want him. I want to own every part of him.
I angle my head, plunging deeper, swallowing the rough sound he makes.
Suddenly a cold rush floods my lungs, like freezing air chilling my insides. Ruel's hands fall off me.
My limbs turn strangely light and I'm left feeling weightless for a second.
Only when the window rattles from a heavy wind do I snap out of it, my eyes opening for the first time since I kissed him, my senses finally registering his panic.
I jump off him, expecting him to be furious, but Ruel doesn't move.
His head is lolled back against the bed, his eyes teary, his lips pale and parted but he doesn't move.
“Ruel? R..Ruel?!” I stutter when I realize he's not breathing.