All Chapters of Ruin me, Please: Romantic stories : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lina’s mouth found mine again, her tongue invading my mouth as she ground her own pussy against my thigh. Damien’s fingers curled inside me, hitting that perfect spot as he scissored his fingers, stretching me even wider."You like that?" Damien growled in my ear. "You like being our little fucktoy?"I couldn’t answer—I was too lost in the sensation, my cock swelling inside Mira as her pussy fluttered around me. Knox’s grunts grew more guttural, his thrusts more erratic as he neared his own release."Cum in me," Mira begged, her voice raw. "Cum deep."Knox groaned, his cock pulsing as he buried himself to the hilt and emptied himself inside her ass. The feel of him twitching inside her, combined with the way her pussy clenched around me, sent me over the edge. I buried myself as deep as I could, my cock erupting inside her as I filled her pussy with thick, hot spurts.Mira screamed, her own orgasm crashing over her as she came around us, her body trembling violently as wave after wave

**Richard’s POV**I had been watching her for eight months.Not her. ‘Maya’The girl on the screen.She called herself LilaRose on the site. Dark hair, soft voice, the kind of body that looked innocent until she spread her legs and showed the camera exactly how wet she could get. I tipped her more than I tipped anyone else. I told myself it was harmless. A private distraction after long days. Something that belonged only to me.Tonight she was wearing a plain white T-shirt when she started the stream. Nothing special. Then she took it off and I saw the black bra underneath. Something about the way the lace sat on her skin tugged at a memory I couldn’t place.I leaned closer to the monitor.She cupped her breasts the way I liked, pinched her nipples when I tipped her extra, spoke to the camera in that low, breathless voice that always went straight to my cock. I sent another five hundred and typed the same kind of commands I always did. She obeyed immediately. She always did.When she s

Richard’s fingers stayed buried inside me, moving with the same unhurried control he had used the entire time.He watched my face while he stroked that sensitive spot, thumb still circling my clit in tight, deliberate movements. Every time the pleasure built too high he slowed down, keeping me right on the edge the way he had promised. My hips kept trying to chase his hand. He simply pressed his free palm against my lower stomach and held me still.“Mmm…yes daddy. Please go faster, l want to…” “You’ve come on camera for me dozens of times,” he cut in quietly. “I’ve watched you shake and moan and beg the screen for more. Tonight you’re going to do it on my fingers first. Then you’re going to do it on my tongue. And you still don’t get to come until I give you permission.”I was already trembling. The wet sound of his fingers moving in and out of me filled the quiet guest room. He added a third finger without warning and the stretch made my head fall back against the chair.“Look at me

The smell of coffee and toast hit me the second I stepped into the kitchen.Richard stood at the stove with his back to me, sleeves rolled to the elbows, moving a pan with the same calm precision he did everything else. Emma was already perched on a stool at the island, bare feet swinging, phone in one hand and a half-eaten piece of toast in the other.“There she is,” she said without looking up. “I told Dad you looked like absolute death this morning. He made extra eggs and the good bacon. You’re welcome.”Richard glanced over his shoulder. His eyes met mine for half a second—cool, unreadable, exactly the same way they had looked at me last night when he had his fingers inside me—then returned to the pan.“Sit down, Maya.”I sat.My body protested the simple act of perching on the stool. Every shift made the soft fabric of my shorts drag against skin that was still sensitive and swollen. I kept my knees pressed together and stared at the empty plate in front of me while Richard finish

Richard stepped inside and closed the door behind him. The quiet click of the lock sounded final.He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t look surprised. He simply set his keys on the dresser, walked to the bed, and looked down at me—half-naked, legs still open, the pink toy glistening beside my hip, the laptop screen still glowing with the ended private chat.“I was gone less than three hours,” he said.My throat felt tight. I reached for the sheet. He pulled it out of my hands without effort and tossed it aside.“Don’t. You don’t get to cover yourself now.”He picked up the toy, turned it once in his fingers, then set it back down within reach. His eyes moved over my body with deliberate slowness—flushed chest, tight nipples, the obvious wetness between my thighs.“You were about to come for him,” he said. It wasn’t a question.I nodded, shame burning hot across my face.“Say it.”“I was about to come for him.”Richard’s jaw flexed. He sat on the edge of the bed, close enough that I cou