Chapter 44 Losing control
Ruel's POV
When I pulled her into my arms, she fit against me like the goddess herself shaped her for my hands alone. Her soft breasts pressed warmly against my chest.
I remember how tender that waist felt under my fingers. The perfect curve of her hips, her sweet ripe scent… with every inhale I stole, a bit of her taste sat deliciously on my tongue.
The way she gasped. That tiny, breathy sound that shot straight to my cock.
How her smaller fingers twisted in my shirt, pulling me closer even while she trembled from my touch.
My cock jerks
She wanted me. I know it. It was so obvious.
My cock jerks harder, a thick bead of precum leaking out, soaking my waistband. With a groan, I roll my hips against the air, the urge to thrust into something…someone burns insanely.
“Stop pretending you’re strong,” Krist says. “Haven't we held back long enough? All it takes is one thrust and she'll have our pups. Isn't that what you want?”
I rip the damp blanket off my body, standing so fast that the room spins. Then I drag on a pair of jeans. The rough denim scrapes my sensitive cock through the light underwear I have on.
I throw on a shirt, not bothering with shoes as I yank my door open.
I need to get out of here before I do something I'll end up regretting.
The hallway feels cool, nearly restoring a bit of my sanity but then, her floral scent rushes against me.
It pours like liquid from under her door, pulling with it, unimaginable heat and a strong desire for sex so great that I stagger.
My vision darkens as all my senses fight me for a decision rather than avoiding the woman who's responsible for the hard cock in my pants.
Five seconds more and my feet move without waiting for my permission. Before I know it, my palm hits her doorknob, slamming the door open.
I storm inside, shutting it behind me, my mouth watering.
Ira spins, white towel slipping low on her breasts, one of her creamy thighs stays lifted on the bed as though in the process of being creamed.
“What are you doing? Get out!” She screams, clutching the towel as she steps back until her calves hit the mattress.
I watch silently, my mouth going dry as my heavy lidded eyes trace the water drops lazily sliding down on her collarbones, proudly gliding between her breasts.
“Ru…Ruel,” she stutters, stepping away from her bed.
I stalk forward, my steps only pausing when I have my hands wrapped around her arms.
My fingers literally sink into her warm cool skin.
“Off now!” I drag her closer, making the towel fall. It pools at her feet like a small white cloud, revealing all of her.
She is naked, completely, her skin glowing under the morning light. My tongue rolls over my lips as I watch her breasts rise and fall fast.
Goddess, never have I seen nipples so tight and pink. Her waist dips in perfectly, her hips never looked better and between her thighs…
Fuck,
My eyes drop lower.
“Look how wet she is for us.” Krist groans.
“Mine.” I mutter darkly, stepping so close that I feel her body press into mine.
She opens her mouth, her gaze uncertain but certainly not scared. “What the hell do you think you’re…”
I crush my mouth to hers.
My lips possess hers, swallowing her words and feeding her with the answer she'd wanted.
My cock burns painfully when a shocked little sound escapes her throat, melting into the sweetest moan I’ve ever heard right in my mouth.
Her body goes soft, pliant, burning against me. Her tongue slides against mine… at first it's shy but then as though throwing caution to the wind, it grows desperate. Just how I like it.
She whines when I rip my mouth away just enough to speak, but I don't pull away completely as I allow my lips to still brush hers as I speak.
“It’s been torture, Ira. Every second without you… without your delicious scent.”
She tiptoes, kissing me harder and I let her for a while before pulling away again.
“I smell you on my skin for hours after I touch you. I jerk myself raw every night but it’s still not enough. Now? Uhh… fuck yes…” I stutter as she jumps, wrapping her legs around my waist before grinding beautifully against my leaking cock.
I had no idea she'd be this compliant.
“I can’t fight it anymore.” I groan into her neck, thrusting against her heat, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her arousal.
She whimpers, her eyes turning glassy and dark. Her smaller hands slide down my chest, over my stomach, and then so wickedly cups the front of my jeans.
My cock jerks so hard I see stars. Ira squeezes, her naughty fingers tracing the thick ridge, and I almost come right there.
“Ira,” I snarl against her lips. “Today I’m breeding you. I’m filling this sweet little pussy until my cum is dripping down your thighs for days. You’re going to take every drop with delight.”
“Y…yes,” she breathes, her voice shaking with want. “Please, Ruel. I need it. I need you to take me.”
Without needing to be told she gets off me, placing herself on the tiny bed before lying down and submissively opening her legs wide for me.
Krist howls in triumph.
Her pussy is flushed dark pink, slick and open, clit swollen and begging. The sight rips a growl from my chest. Goddess, her scent is everywhere.
I shove my jeans down. Pulling my cock free. It's thick, veined and dripping steadily. I smile, loving how Ira gasps at the sight.
I fist myself once then twice, spreading the slick over the head.
“Please,” Ira whispers, her chest heaving as she burns with desire.
I stroke again, faster, my eyes locked on her wet cunt. Where I'll be buried soon.
And I come. Hard.
My face pulls into a frown.
Something's not right. Aren't I supposed to be in her first?
Then my eyes snap open.
I wince, shielding my eyes from the angry sun.
That's when I pause, realizing I’m still in my own bed.
“Shit” I whisper my eyes wide in disbelief. “It was a dream?”
It was, but the sticky feeling on my stomach proves it wasn't all a dream.
Goddess be damned.
“I did not just cum to a wet dream,” I groan, dropping a hand over my face.
Krist’s laugh is vicious as I proceed to wipe myself clean with several tissues.
“We didn’t even get inside her. You came like a boy seeing his first tits. Pathetic.” Krist laughs louder.
I drag a shaking hand over my face. Because how on earth can I still have her scent in my lungs?
She's a room away from me. I shouldn't be able to perceive her so strongly.
I shouldn't be dreaming about her even.
And I certainly shouldn't have this disappointed feeling knowing it was all a dream.
“Ruel Xuaru, you are so fucked.” Krist whispers.