Ruby #3
It’s barely gone in an inch, but he’s so thick, and I’m trapped in a position that intensifies the stretch. I can’t even shift back because his bicep is wrapped around my knees while he feeds his cock into me with his other hand.
“Easy, Trouble. Deep breath.” He puffs out. My lungs expand, and he gives me another inch. “Yeah, baby, just like that.”
I force my eyes to watch him and focus on the concentration etched on his face—the vein throbbing on the left side of his neck. If I don’t, I know I’m going to combust.
Every inch he gives me is peppered with compliments—“good girl” and “you’re doing so well” and “feels so good”—and my body heats more with each one.
The sheets bunch under my fingertips as he sinks farther.
“Nearly there, Rubes.” His voice wavers. “So good. Such a good girl.”
All I can do is take deep breaths through my nose.
I’m so full, so on edge that the slightest movement will send me spiraling, while Miles looks like he’s barely holding onto reality.
Releasing his grip on my thighs, he smooths his palms over my belly, and his eyes squeeze tight, giving me one last final inch until his balls snuggle against my ass.
Watching this man almost lose control is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“I have never”—his jaw grinds, and he takes another breath—“been so close to losing it.”
Falling forward, he drops onto one arm and leans to the side so he doesn’t crush me. Using his index finger, he pushes aside a strand of hair stuck on my forehead. “What are you doing to me, Ruby Burlington?”
It’s a loaded question I don’t know how to respond to, so I don’t. Instead, I wrap my legs around his hips, heels digging into the tight muscle of his ass, honed and perfected from years in the saddle.
He answers my movement with a searing kiss. The taste of me lingers on his lips, and I swear my pussy convulses just from that. His mouth travels along my jaw, taking tiny nips until he buries his nose in my neck and breathes deep, trying to center himself.
My body aches underneath him. My heart rate is through the roof from the position he’s holding me in. It’s too much.
“Miles?” My hands press against his chest, but he’s immovable.
“Yes, Trouble?”
“I’m going to need you to fuck me now.”
His biceps flex as he pushes up, hovering over me, eyes as black as night. “Is that right?”
I nod, my head rubbing on the mattress, and I don’t get my answer out before his hips roll, pushing himself deeper inside me. I know it affects him as much as it affects me because his voice becomes more of a growl.
“Like that?”
I nod again. He pulls all the way out of me, and suddenly, I’m empty. He doesn’t give me the opportunity to catch my breath, driving back into me with such force that my back arches to the point of pain.
His name is ripped out of me. “Miles.”
Pulling my ass off the bed, he presses down on my belly as he slides out again. Slower this time. Excruciating. “I can feel myself inside you, Rubes. Feel my cock filling you up.”
My hand finds his, lacing our fingers, and he holds them together. “This is so fucking hot.”
The pressure borders on intense, even when he lets go of my hand. Cupping my ass cheeks, he angles me so we can both watch his cock disappear inside my pussy. I can’t look away. It’s obscene how I stretch around him, the way his teeth sink into his bottom lip as he keeps a rein on his control.
This is nothing like I’ve ever felt before.
“I’m trying to last . . . make this good for you,” he grits out, his eyes fixated on where we join, “but I’m so close—”
“Come, please. I need it.”
His eyes flick up, filled with so much heat. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
The crown of his cock is already brushing my cervix, but I shake my head. I don’t want gentle. I want to see Miles lose control, and lose it because of me.
“You won’t. I need it. Please.” My back arches again, pushing myself into him, and it’s the green light he needs.
Gripping my hips, he pounds into me without warning.
Pulling straight out and back in, he fucks me harder with each pass.
It’s so unbelievably sexy, watching him.
My spine twists, the pressure I released from my orgasm twenty minutes ago has already built back up and then some.
I swear his cock gets thicker with each drive of his pelvis.
“You get me so fucking hard, Rubes. So hard.” He groans, breathless. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
Yanking me into him in one vicious thrust is all it takes, and at the first throb of his cock, my body shatters. My bones melt into the mattress, and my muscles cease to function.
He comes inside me with a strangled cry of my name and falls forward. This time, he doesn’t take care not to crush me, and I’m smothered by two hundred pounds of lean muscle while his dick jerks inside me.
I’m done. Spent. I’ve literally never experienced anything like this before in my life, and I can’t make sense of a single thought whirring through my head. Heart pounding, mind melding, Miles has obliterated me.
I’ve never felt more incredible.
“I think you’ve killed me,” he mutters into my neck. “So much fucking trouble.”
He has a point.
I am trouble.
And if this is what it feels like to fall for someone, I’m in trouble.