7- Ruin Me
1217 Words
Ellie
As we swam back to shore, my mind worked itself over and over, trying to process what had just happened.
I had just begged a stranger to f**k me.
What the hell was wrong with me?
It was, hands down, the hottest and most incredible experience of my life—with a man I didn’t even know.
"None of that," DJ scolded once we were on shore.
He put his arm around me, and I became aware of the now crowded beach. It was written all over my face what we had just done. They all had to know.
"They don’t care; they are doing the same things," my almost lover pointed out a couple that was doggy style right there on the beach.
"They get off on people watching," he whispered, conspiratorial, intentional.
"It doesn’t matter what people think or see. Just that you enjoyed yourself."
It was a well-thought-out reassurance, with DJ wrapping a large towel over my shoulders before returning his arm to circle my waist.
A possessive display I was thankful for, considering my legs were about as solid as Jell-O.
Once back in my suite, there were sandwiches waiting for us. A cold, light, and satisfying meal. Well, probably a snack for him and a meal for me.
Still, once finished, DJ went to the shared bathroom to start a shower for me. I sat at the table, still thinking about everything that had happened.
"Come here."
Soft as the order was, his voice was anything but.
My obedience to the command had him stripping me before lifting me against him once more to take me into the hot steam.
The shower air was thick with citrus and spice, clinging to my skin as DJ pressed his chest to mine.
Regardless of what had happened not an hour before—and that he’d more or less felt all of me—I was still self-conscious being fully naked.
I mean, he had seen me that morning, and it wasn’t like I wasn’t used to being naked.
However, there was a difference.
Preferring all-natural as a lifestyle was way different than being neckers with someone in that context.
"Time to get clean, Dove,"
It was more gentle. More coaxing than an order, but still not a request either, with his hands controlling mine again—not letting me hide what little they covered.
DJ’s large thigh slipped between mine to hoist me up the tile wall, not letting me hold on to whatever objection I might have come up with.
I was flat-out exhausted and more satisfied than I could ever remember being.
Torn between the yawn breaking through my senses and the purr from his strong hands, massaging as much as they were lathering me up.
I did one after the other, half asleep and nuzzling into his neck by the time he got to my back.
Hitting the soft and fresh sheets of my bed, I didn’t know what possessed me to grumble when I felt his weight leave rather than further dip into the mattress—but it was short-lived.
It didn’t take long for DJ to return and wrap me up with him.
I didn’t even know what time it was. Even in the Sunshine State, the sun set early during the winter, but the summers...
Ugh. It was a place no one wanted to be. The islands, I’d heard, were a bit more temperate than the inland I’d lived in.
My dreamless and deep sleep was short-lived, but I couldn’t really complain about it coming to an end with DJ’s head between my thighs.
The small, clear stud on his tongue was replaced with a strangely textured, vibrating piece.
Good grief, his tongue was just as big as the rest of him, and the s*x god licked and sucked me to a point of utter madness.
I was right back to where I’d been before, except this time there was nothing between us.
I’d never c*m from head in my life, but those pulses were starting, and the build was excruciating.
It left me dropping to my knees with any sense of modesty, riding his mouth, certain I’d lose my voice with all the sounds wrenching out of me.
"I can’t wait for you, Dove," he panted, moving up to suck my t**s and grind his huge d**k against me.
"I know I should, but I can’t spend another second outside this begging pussy."
His face dropped to my neck while his weight braced on one shoulder above me.
Lifting my hips to let him line up his swollen head was all the permission he needed.
I could feel the pointed tip of the condom on my clit and knew he’d either had it ready—or challenged a Guinness World Record for how fast and seamless the transition was from tongue to wrapped d**k.
"Deep breaths, Dove," he warned, but I was too desperate to listen. Too far gone to accept letting him ease in, inch by inch.
So wet that driving down was easy—until the moment it felt like I was being split in half.
"Shh, baby. It’ll pass," he promised, keeping still and making me feel like a virgin i***t.
I wasn’t anywhere close to innocent or inexperienced.
Even if it was only on occasion, my dildo was a nice stretch for me.
This wasn’t that.
Wiggling to get away from the stabbing sensation, DJ didn’t let up. He just stayed right where he was inside me, switching back to kissing, licking, and playing my body like a maestro on a baby grand.
The orgasm I had been all too close to before was back.
The build compounded to a point where I felt like I might just break if I didn’t get it, and the slow rock he added with his hips...
I didn’t just break; I shattered into a quivering, shivering mess of gushing aftershocks.
Every chant, pant, and scream broken as he kept going. Not letting me ride it out slowly but pushing impossibly deeper with the slow grind until it happened again.
I felt his heavy nuts tapping my backside.
The kisses were as deep as his slow presses were languid.
Stretching me to accommodate his massive girth and shocking length. Encouraging my hips to move and show him the way, until I adjusted—and the tear felt like that too-delicious stretch.
"Better?" he asked, pulling up to both elbows, experimentally pulling out and rolling his hips back in again.
My breathless nod was all the answer I could manage.
"Good."
His nose worked down my jawline to my ear.
"Because now I’m going to ruin this perfect p***y for any other man,"
He informed me with a sharp thrust that made it feel like I was cumming again.
No build. No press. Just one driving stroke, and every nerve ending went off in a starburst.
"I’m going to f**k you harder, better, deeper than you’ve ever dreamed, Dove—and I want to hear you scream."
His thick fingers pulled through my hair to fist it, making me look into his hooded eyes with the next drive of his hips.
And that was it.
My brain went blank—because DJ made good on that promise.
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