Ruin you

(Chapter contains mature content. No one under 18 is allowed.)

Mila’s POV

He crashed his mouth onto mine. I parted my lips to grant him the access. He entered and bit my lower lip hard.

I moaned into his mouth and that small noise seemed to drive him over the edge.

He left my lips and began kissing my neck. "You have no idea what you just did.” He growled against my neck. "I am going to ruin you."

"Do it." I gasped. "Don't stop."

Then he pulled away and looked down at my exposed body.

He stared my heavy breasts that were bouncing from the force now. My nipples were already hard and aching.

“Fuck.” He growled, his large hands coming up to cup them.

He squeezed hard. “So heavy. You have been hiding these massive tits under that dress all night?”

He pinched my nipples roughly, twisting them until I cried out.

“Suck them.” I begged.

He did. He took one in his mouth and played with another using his hand.

Then he spun me around and slammed my chest against the cold, floor-to-ceiling glass.

“Arch your back.” His hand slid down to grip my ass through the thin lace. “Show me that ass.”

I obeyed instantly, sticking my ass out, pressing my tits against the freezing window.

He grabbed the waistband of my lace panties. He ripped the fabric right down the middle. “So f**king wet.” He hissed as he tossed the ruined scrap aside. “Look at this mess.”

He thrust two fingers inside me too fast.

I screamed, banging my forehead against the glass.

The sound of his fingers fucking into my soaking wet p**sy filled the room.

“You are dripping like a leaking faucet.” He muttered as his other hand came around to tweak my nipple hard, pinching the sensitive bud until I sobbed. “You walked through that club with your c**t leaking for me, didn't you? You wanted a stranger to stretch you out.”

“Yes,” I gasped, grinding back against his hand. “Yes, please.”

He pulled his fingers out and I heard the sound of a zipper, then his belt hitting the floor.

“Look at me.” He barked.

I turned my head. He was stroking himself. He was terrifyingly big. His veins were throbbing. A drop of pre-c*m glistened at head.

“This is what you begged for.” He grabbed his c*ck and sapped it against my wet slit.

As a moan left my lips, he pulled me up and shoved me down onto the leather sofa.

I landed on my back, and he was over me in a second.

He pushed my tits together with his hands and slapped the heavy head against my cheek before shoving his dick between my breasts.

“Fk.” He slid his hard length through my cleavage.

It felt incredible.

He watched d*ck disappear between my jugs. “You have the best tits I have ever seen. Perfect tits for a tit-f**k.”

He slapped me across the face with his d*ck. “Open your mouth.”

I opened wide, and he forced my head up, shoving his cock past my lips, past my teeth, and straight down my throat.

He face-f**ked me mercilessly, grabbing my hair to hold me in place as he used my mouth to wet himself.

I gagged, tears streaming down my face, drool spilling onto my chin, but I took every inch. I sucked him hard, trying to please him.

“Good girl.” he praised before pulling out.

He dropped to his knees. Before I could even recover, he shoved my thighs apart and buried his face between my legs.

He licked me long and hard, from bottom to top, tasting me like I was his last meal.

I tangled my fingers in his dark hair, trying to hold on as the world started to spin. He sucked hard on my clit, his free hand squeezing my ass, digging into the flesh.

"F**k.” He mumbled against my skin. "You taste like trouble."

I was close. Too close. "Please... I am going to…"

He pulled back abruptly. Not letting come yet.

“I will wreck you.” He grabbed me by the hips and lifted me effortlessly. As he pinned me against the glass again, I wrapped my legs around his waist.

He lined himself up and thrust upward, burying his c*ck inside me in one brutal stroke.

I screamed. It was too big, too much, stretching me beyond capacity. But God, it felt full. It filled the empty, broken parts of me.

"So tight." He groaned, resting his forehead against mine as he held still for a second, letting me adjust. "You clamp down on my d*ck like a vice. F**k.”

He pulled back and slammed into me again. And again.

The pace was punishing.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

The sound of his hips colliding with my ass echoed in the room. There was no romance here. This was primal. This was ownership.

"Look at me.” He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. "Who is f**king you?"

"You are." I gasped. My fingernails werw digging into his shoulderse

"Who?" He demanded, thrusting harder, hitting a spot deep inside me that made my vision white out.

"You! I don't... I don't know your name!"

“That’s the fun part.” He made a satisfied groan before his one hand came to wrap around my throat, cutting off just enough air to make me lightheaded, while the other held my hip in place so I couldn't retreat from his assault.

"You like this?" He asked while f*king me like an animal. "You like being used like a little slut?"

The word should have hurt. Caleb used it to shame me. But coming from this stranger, while he filled me so completely, it felt like praise.

It felt like freedom.

"Yes!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face. "Make me a slut. F**k me harder!"

"You love it." He increased the speed until I was a sobbing, shaking mess. "You love my c*ck stretching you out."

“Yes! Please!” I wailed.

He was hitting my cervix. I felt a deep, bruising ache but it felt like pure ecstasy.