Chapter 24: Zayna

Chapter Twenty-Four

Zayna

I strip down to nothing as Ruger watches me with his focused, intense blue gaze. He has that wild, inappropriate expression on his face, like he is barely waiting to ravish me. His dick pulses forward like a thick sword, except he drips with my spit all over the tip of his cock and looks like he wants to fight me with it.

I walk over to the bed, keeping him in my peripheral vision. He doesn’t waste time. When I bend over, Ruger positions himself behind me. I convince myself that he’s going to shove that monstrous dick in me with one full stroke, but I feel his hand on my back first.

My heart starts pounding out of control. He is so fucking unpredictable sometimes. Ruger’s hand runs over my ass cheek then squeezes.

“Pretty,” he whispers. I shiver as Ruger’s rough squeezing turns into soft, gentle strokes. He appreciates the fullness of my butt, runs his hand over the length of my back and then I hear a thud. What the hell is he doing back there? I glance over my shoulders to see Ruger on his knees. Damn.

He doesn’t notice me watching, too distracted by my legs and ass to do anything else. I stifle what would have been a much louder moan when he parts my lower lips with his fingers and slides his tongue over the length of my slit. It’s pure cruelty how good he feels. His tongue is so soft and I’m already wet, so it’s easy for him to work between my folds and build even more of that heat.

My hips squirm and it’s harder for me to breathe as all the energy in my body focuses on reaching a climax. Ruger spreads my legs apart like a buttered biscuit and then slides his tongue so deep that I can’t stop myself. Immediately, the dam bursts and I cum hard. So hard that I feel like my mind flashes blank and I just want more. I don’t think about who has his head between my legs.

I let him push that tongue deeper and I moan so he keeps going because I get so desperate to cum again. Ruger pushes his tongue against my back door. This time I have to bite my lip to stop my moan from being too loud because the intensity of my orgasm and the surprise just hits me.

I can’t breathe. I can’t even think straight. I gasp for breath, praying Ruger stops but unable to make a sound except weak, soft whimpers. He pulls his face away. I breathe a sigh of relief too soon before I feel the soft, dripping head of Ruger’s dick running across the length of my lower lips.

That dick is at least eleven inches long. By a woman’s standards. Not a man’s. There is no need for me to exaggerate the situation… I panic.

My next breath doesn’t enter my lungs, causing me to gasp. Ruger’s firm palm steadies my back. Still no oxygen. He doesn’t care. After waiting this long, Ruger can’t stop himself now. I saw that look he gave me in the kitchen and I gave him one right back. He grunts as he thrusts the head between my legs. I make a pained yelp as his girth stretches me so wide my panicked mind tells me I’m going to snap open. He’s thick too.

I was already shaking in fear and panicking from the length of this man’s dick, but now that I feel the head pulsing between my legs and barely an inch inside me, I realize I’ll have to take on his thickness too. There’s no way that Ruger can fit that dick inside me without me feeling at least a knot in the base of my stomach.

One labored breath of oxygen makes its way inside me, but my panicked breath sends sharp, blinding tears flowing from the corners of my eyes. It’s going to hurt so much more. Ruger grunts and pushes again, still only managing another inch inside me.

I already feel so full…

I can’t survive this if I focus on the pain. I search for something else, and my mind lands on Ruger’s breathing. It’s so quiet, I can hear every sound he makes. He sounds gentle. Appreciative. Like he knows it hurts.

But this man is fucking crazy too. Sex means something to him – something deep. He grunts as he thrusts another couple of inches inside me. The pain is nearly blinding. I can’t stop the tears, but I can stop myself from passing out by steadying myself with Ruger’s breath.

Once I can breathe with him, I can stay awake and stop those blinding tears from fading into pure unconsciousness. He groans and forces the rest of his dick inside me. The soft, stretched parts of my entrance adjust to his presence slowly and now, the absolute fullness Ruger’s dick provides forces my inner walls to clamp down on his dick.

I never felt this tight in my life. Panic dissipates like morning mist.

Ruger pushes both hands against my back and then leans over so his body cradles mine while he withdraws. It hurts more than when he entered me. I moan as the emptiness in the base of my stomach spreads and then, just when I can get a breath of air in, Ruger thrusts back into me and forces it out.

"I need to fuck you hard," he grunts. Each word drips with his desperation. Hard. Taking his dick for the first time was hard enough. I can't imagine Ruger pumping into me at an even harder pace. But he considers his warning enough preparation. I feel the slightest hint of a wet kiss on my shoulder as he leans over me and then his hips push forward again so he buries that dick inside me.

I can feel his frustration from that deep thrust and when he moves his hips again, he's even faster and his dick slides out of me so fast that I can't anticipate him entering me again until Ruger's long shaft fills me up and the head of his big cock feels like its forming a large knot in the base of my stomach.

He groans and fucks me harder. Each thrust gets me wetter until the only sounds in the room are our heavy breaths and wet skin slapping together. I moan loudly, breaking the silence as Ruger's dick hits a previously undiscovered sweet spot. I grip the sheets and try to force my hips back, but Ruger controls the steady, quick thrusts.

"You feel so tight," he growls. "Cum on my dick, baby..."

I don't want to cum on his command. It's bad enough he has this much control over me. That I'm giving him my body and a permanent tattoo for something that when it’s over, will be done forever. I have to give him the rest of my life for this revenge. I fantasized about revenge many times during the trial, but I never thought I could actually experience it.

It feels wrong to cum on his command too. I've already given too much control. Ruger thrusts into me deeply, slowing down with his intuitive sense of my stubbornness.

"Bad girl," he whispers into my ear. "Don't be stubborn, princess. Your pussy feels good..."

He withdraws slowly and then pushes all the way back in, forcing me to feel all eleven inches of his dick. I can't stop the deep moan from coming out. Ruger loves it. He nibbles on my ear lobe.

"That's right," he says. "Cum all over my dick. Don't be stubborn..."

I stay still, determined to fight him off one last time, but Ruger reaches around the front of my body, lifting me an inch off the sheets so he can get to my pussy and applies gentle pressure to my clit. I release a shuddering gasp, but I don't cum yet, even as he almost pinches my clit between his fingers.

"I'll make you cum," he whispers. "It'll be easy too..."

He withdraws his dick slowly and slides back in, teasing my clit with pressure around the edges so I feel pain, euphoria and frustration mounting and then releasing in a big, bed shaking orgasm.

Ruger has to clamp his hand around my mouth because for the first time, I have been loud enough to possibly awaken Eden at the other end of the cabin. My legs are shaking. I can't hold myself up on the bed and I become a mess of sweat and pleasure as Ruger keeps rubbing my clit, more for his pleasure than mine this time.

Every inch of my lower half has sweat or juices from my pussy. Ruger rubs the creamy liquid around my pussy and then loses himself in his pleasure, fucking me hard just as he promised until I feel that massive eleven inch dick get extra stiff inside me.

He warns me, but he doesn't need to. I can feel his big cock building to a massive eruption inside me.

Ruger groans and then he cums hard. I knew it would be a lot, but I could have never expected how much seed Ruger's dick produces. The hot liquid sticks to my inner walls and he thrusts forward again, pushing through the first spurt of his cum to leave the rest of his load inside me. He collapses on top of me, nearly suffocating me as his giant body presses me into the bed.

I can feel his heart like this, though. And his pleasure. His hands move to my hips and he gives me a hearty slap on the side of my ass.

"Fuck, that was some good pussy," he whispers. "You got me hooked, Zayna... I fucking..."

He doesn't finish the sentence. He just kisses me and kisses me, and then he eats me out. It’s so fucking hot. I love when he goes down on me. He knows exactly what he’s doing as he kisses his way down there and makes love to me with his tongue.

I feel closer to him. Bonded to him. I feel like the way he tastes me is just another way Ruger claims me as his own. I try to push his head away from me when I think he’s tired, but Ruger pushes my hand away and spreads my thighs apart. His fingers sink so deep into my thighs that I can’t move without him hurting me. He keeps kissing me between my legs.

I don’t know what will get him to stop because I lose count of how many times I climaxed all over his face. Nothing tires him out.

I keep moaning in his arms for what feels like hours before Eden’s piercing cries interrupt us. It’s the only thing that can tear us apart – her tears. He kisses my thighs until his lips are clean – and until Eden is downright wailing.

“I’ll get her,” he whispers, kissing my stomach. I watch him leave. He’s so fucking sexy with his shirt off and sweatpants swung long around his hips. He’s so hot. I can’t push the thought out of my head and I don’t want to. I just want to enjoy what it’s like to be with this man – even if I know it’s wrong.

What the hell is wrong with me? Why did I have some damn good sex with a man whose beliefs... I don't even want to think about his beliefs right now. I just want to think about his tongue. His hands. His enormous dick.

And what he promised to do for me. The unthinkable.