Page 79 of Ruger's Rage
His large hands slide beneath me, lifting my hips into the air as he positions himself behind me. "I want to feel every inch of you."
The vulnerability of the position should make me nervous, but with Ruger, I only feel more craved, more desired.
I feel him at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my slick folds.
"You're so fuckin’ beautiful like this," he murmurs, his hands caressing the curve of my ass, the dip of my waist. "Spread out for me, wet and ready."
He enters me with one slow, steady thrust, filling me so completely I can't hold back a cry of pleasure.
He stills, giving me time to adjust to his size.
"You okay?" His voice is strained, muscles trembling with the effort of restraint.
"Yes," I gasp, pushing back against him. "God, yes. Don't stop."
His grip tightens on my hips as he begins to move, each thrust deeper than the last.
The angle allows him to hit places inside me I didn't know existed, sending sparks of pleasure up my spine with every movement.
"So tight," he groans, one hand sliding around to find my clit. "So fuckin’ perfect for me."
His fingers work in rhythm with his thrusts, building the tension inside me once more.
I bury my face in the pillow, overwhelmed by the intensity of sensation.
"No," he says, his hand tangling in my hair, gently turning my head. "I want to hear you. Every sound, every breath."
His words break something open inside me.
I stop holding back, letting moans and pleas fall freely from my lips as he drives into me with increasing intensity.
"That's it," he encourages, his voice rough with desire. "Let me hear how good I make you feel."
The coil of pleasure winds tighter with each thrust, each circle of his fingers.
When he leans over me, his chest against my back, teeth grazing my shoulder, I nearly come undone.
"Not yet," he commands, somehow sensing how close I am. "Not until I say so."
He pulls out suddenly, leaving me empty and aching.
Before I can protest, he flips me onto my back, settling between my thighs once more.
"Like this," he says, his eyes locked on mine as he slides home again. "I need to see your face when you come for me."
The fullness, the connection, the weight of him above me—it's almost too much.
He hooks one of my legs over his arm, opening me wider, driving deeper with each thrust.
"Ruger," I gasp, feeling the edge approaching rapidly. "I can't—I need?—"
"I know what you need." His thumb returns to my clit, circling with just the right pressure. "Come for me, Tildie. Now!"
His command breaks the dam.
My orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, more powerful than anything I've ever experienced.
My walls clench around him, pulling him deeper as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.
