Ruin Me Like You Mean It

CHAPTER 3: PUSSY WORSHIP TO RUTHLESS POUND

LAURA

He laid me on the bed, my legs trembling as I tried to close them. But he pushed them apart, his eyes locked on my swollen, dripping pussy. Even behind his mask, I could see the hunger in his gaze, raw and insatiable.

“Look at this cunt,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “So fucking pink, so swollen, dripping for me. You’re a goddamn work of art, Laura.”

My own mask hid my rolled eyes, but I couldn’t hide the way my body responded, my pussy clenching at the thought of him inside me.

“Gonna make this pussy sing, baby.” he said, dropping to his knees between my legs. His mouth was on me before I could process it, his lips sucking my clit, his tongue plunging into my sore, sensitive folds.

I screamed, my hands flying to the sheets, gripping them so tight my knuckles turned white.

Fuck. His mouth was heaven, soothing the ache, licking away the slick mess of my juices and the plug’s lube. He sucked my clit, his tongue swirling, and I bucked against him, even though my body was exhausted.

“Fuck, you’re delicious,” he groaned, his voice muffled against my pussy. “So fucking sweet, baby. This cunt’s mine.”

“Daddy,” I moaned, my head thrashing on the bed. “Oh fuck, Daddy, please…”

He moaned in satisfaction, the vibration sending me higher. “That’s it, baby. Give me those moans. Let everyone hear how much you love Daddy’s tongue in your cunt.”

“Fuck—Daddy—” The word cracked as I tried to swallow it back, but it was too late. He growled against my soaked folds in approval, the sound vibrating straight through my clit, and I couldn’t stop the next moan if I tried. It came out raw, echoing off the room exactly like he wanted.

I hated him for it.

I hated myself more.

My whole body shook as I ground down harder against his tongue, chasing that brutal, perfect pressure even as tears of overstimulation pricked my eyes. Another loud, helpless cry ripped from my throat—longer, needier—because he’d demanded it, because he’d earned it, because apparently my cunt didn’t care what my pride thought.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmured against me, his voice thick with triumph. “Fuck my mouth. Let everyone fucking know who this pussy belongs to.”

I was bucking wildly now, my hips grinding against his face, chasing the pleasure even though I was so tired I could barely move.

His mouth was perfect, owning me, worshipping me, ruining me. My hands gripped the sheets tighter, my body arching as I reached the edge again.

“Daddy, I’m gonna come!” I cried, my voice hoarse.

He pulled back, rising to his feet. I whimpered in protest, my hips still thrusting up into empty air, chasing the heat of his tongue.

"Daddy... Please.... Let me come"

"Not yet, baby," he growled, his hand wrapping around his thick cock, still hard and glistening from my mouth earlier. "You can't come on my mouth when you have not milk my dick"

My clit throbbed painfully, swollen and denied, and I could feel the slickness dripping down my thighs, pooling on the bed beneath me.

The audience's murmurs grew louder, a hungry buzz that vibrated through the room like electricity.

Every thrust of those plugs earlier, every slap, every command had stripped away my control, leaving me raw and exposed. And now, with his mouth having worshipped my pussy only to yank it away, I felt like I was unraveling.

He was destroying me in the best way, turning me into this quivering mess who lived for his touch, his voice, his cock. I didn't want it to stop; I wanted him to break me completely, to own every shattered fragment. The ache between my legs was exquisite torture, a reminder that I was his, utterly and completely. How had I lived without this? Without him reducing me to nothing but need?

"Daddy, please," I begged, my voice raw and broken from all the screaming. My body was a live wire, every nerve ending screaming for release. But Zade just chuckled darkly, rising from his knees to tower over me on the bed. His mask hid most of his face, but those eyes—fuck, those piercing eyes—burned with a mix of lust and control that made my stomach flip.

"Oh, baby," he growled, stroking himself slowly, deliberately, letting me watch as pre-cum beaded at the tip. "Daddy's cock is coming to ruin just like you deserve"

I bit my lip, my eyes locked on his hand moving up and down his shaft. My pussy clenched involuntarily at the sight, aching to be filled.

"This greedy pussy's craving my dick already, isn't it?"

He knelt between my legs, spreading them wider with his knees. The bed creaked under his weight, and I felt exposed, vulnerable, like a sacrifice laid out for him—and for them.

The crowd was rapt, their breaths heavy in the dim light of the room. I could hear the rustle of clothing, the soft moans from the shadows. Some of them were touching themselves, I knew it.

They were eating it up, living vicariously through us. Through me. It should have shamed me, but fuck, it only made me wetter. Knowing they were getting off to my ruin, to Zade's dominance—it fueled the fire in my belly.

Zade rubbed the head of his cock against my entrance, teasing my swollen folds. I gasped, arching my back as the blunt pressure sent sparks through me.

He pushed in just a little—just the tip—stretching me open with that delicious burn. My walls fluttered around him, trying to pull him deeper, but he held back, his jaw clenched under the mask.

"Fuck," he hissed, his voice strained. "Your cunt's so tight, baby. So fucking greedy. How dare you make me feel like this? Make me want to bury myself balls-deep in you right now."

He pulled back, the tip slipping out with a wet sound, leaving me empty and whining. He rubbed it up and down my slit again, circling my clit, making me twitch.

"I want to feel that pussy squeeze around my cock so bad. Milking me, begging for my cum. But not yet."

"Daddy, please," I sobbed, my hands reaching for him, but he batted them away gently, pinning my wrists above my head with one massive hand.

"No touching, baby," he warned, his free hand guiding his cock back to my entrance. A little deeper this time, maybe an inch or two—and I moaned, my hips bucking up to meet him. But he withdrew immediately, denying us both. His cock throbbed in his grip, and I could see the restraint in his eyes, the way his muscles tensed.

"Shit, I wanted to rub this fat head all over you until you're crying—but fuck, you're making Daddy lose control."

He did it again—pushed in shallow, just enough to make my toes curl—then pulled out.

"Your pussy's fluttering, trying to suck me in. You want this cock so bad, don't you? Want Daddy to split you open."

"Yes, Daddy," I whimpered, tears pricking my eyes from the frustration. My clit ached, my walls clenching on nothing. "Please, fuck me. I need it."

He smirked behind the mask, releasing my wrists to grip my thighs instead. His fingers dug in hard enough to bruise, and I loved it—the pain grounding me in the haze of lust.

"Wrap those legs around me, baby," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument.

I obeyed instantly, hooking my trembling legs around his waist, pulling him closer. My heels dug into his ass, urging him on.

He positioned himself again, the head of his cock notched at my entrance, but this time... this time he didn't tease. With a guttural growl, he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.

I screamed, my back arching off the bed as pain and pleasure exploded through me. He was huge, stretching my sore pussy to its limits, the plugs from earlier having prepared me but not enough. Not for this.

"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his hips snapping forward again, pounding into me with ruthless force. "Take it, baby. Take Daddy's cock like the slut you are."

The bed shook beneath us. Each thrust sent shockwaves through me, his cock hitting that spot deep inside that made stars explode behind my eyes. "Fuck. Your sweet cunt's squeezing me so tight."

I moaned incoherently, my nails raking down his back, leaving red trails on his skin. The audience was a roar now—cheers mixed with moans, the air thick with the scent of sex.

"That's it, baby. Milk me. Your cunt's so fucking greedy, sucking me in like it never wants to let go."

Zade's pace was relentless, his balls slapping against my ass with every drive.

"Daddy, oh god, it's too much," I gasped, but my body betrayed the words, my hips rising to meet his every plunge. The denial had made this moment sweeter, sharper—every nerve alight, building toward that inevitable crash.

He leaned down, his mouth crashing against mine in a messy, claiming kiss, his tongue invading just like his cock. But then he pulled back, his eyes gleaming with wicked intent.

"Don't you think this pretty mouth that can't stop screaming needs to be stuffed with a real dick to shut you up."

His words flooded me with a fresh wave of heat. He was still fucking me, his rhythm never faltering, each thrust driving me higher. The bed creaked under us, but his words hung in the air, promising more.

And then, without missing a beat, he turned his head slightly, his voice booming out over the crowd. "Knox! Get your ass up here."

My eyes widened behind my mask. Knox? Oh fuck. His brother?

Was Zade really calling him up to... to what? Share me?