Rampage (Ruthless Tendencies Series Book 4)

by D. M. Burns

  “Damn, you smell like the sweetest flowers.” I place the lightest kiss to the tender flesh right below her ear. “Don’t go, pretty girl,” I whisper against her hairline and she shutters in my hold.

  “Ramp, I’m not one of your social sluts. I’m a forever type of female.” She turns her head to the side and stares at me over her shoulder with those fresh Georgia blue skyline eyes. God damnit.

  “I know exactly who you are.” It’s not a lie. I know this woman. She’s a perfect mix of secret fuckery and fake truths but still, I fucking want her.

  “Don’t make a permeant mistake with me for a temporary release. There are many others you can choose from.” Those words are not meant for me. She’s reminding herself but I don’t give her time to process that bullshit and shut me down again.

  Licking the outline of her lips elicits a desperate moan from her that provokes my inner business boy beast. I slip between the seam taking her mouth on a primal growl. Twirling her around, I roughly tug her into my body and fist the side of her hair while overwhelming the space inside her mouth. Her wine and peppermint mixed flavor fumes instigate and fuel me on.

  I walk her backward, only to steal her off the floor. I’m not breaking away from her mouth, fuck that. If I do, she’ll surely talk herself out of letting me between the space of her legs. Something I’ve wanted and waited a long fucking time for.

  Pushing the door open to my bedroom, I lay her out on the masculine Maplewood bed then stand back. She pushes up on her elbows to watch the show. I start to free the remaining buttons on my shirt while staring down at my childhood fixation sprawled out on my bed. Weirdly enough, it doesn’t freak me out. What should bother me is how much I actually like having her here, with me-mine.

  Under different circumstances, she’d be checking out the design of my bedroom, but her eyes are on me. She’s only interested in the layout of my landscape. Which is understandable. I work hard for the scenery and her appreciation is like a stroke to the dick-I mean ego, both.

  I’ll give her something worth taking notes about, a few penis pointers. Her eyes are swimming in lust as I free the shirt from my body tossing it on the floor. Unbuckling my pants, I let them drop into a mounting pile of expensive designer material.

  That action provides me with a view of her pink tongue as it swipes across her bottom lip. Jesus Christ, she truly is Satan’s sexual senorita sent here to fuck with me literally. I hook my hands into the sides of my boxers and push them down letting them drop with the rest of the asshole material that was in my way.

  Len’s eyes go wide because my southside business boy is all man. His length and width are intimidating as fuck. I know this to be facts. But I have faith that this little feisty firecracker in front of me can handle every inch.

  Stepping up to the bed, I slide her shoes off one by one. They silently land beside my feet on the faux fur rug. As she unbuttons her shirt, I slip her skirt down to find the black sheer hose she has on is secured by a god damn black lacey garter belt and matching thong. It looks like it came straight off the rack of Victoria Secrets' newest collection. My dick twitches and bounces off the wall of my stomach urging me to hurry the fuck up.

  “Fuck…” I hiss through clench teeth.

  “What is it?” She asks as she discards her shirt out into the room. Her black bra pairing up with the same theme. Son-of-a-bitch.

  “Your fucking sexy.”

  Me being me, I know my way around the bedroom and that of a woman’s war room full of sexual armor. I’ve seen every piece of lacey frills and thrills available to the opposite sex, but this tempting set wrapped around her tan silky smooth skin is capable of making my balls explode. Or it may be everything Lena, probably. Unclasping the garter clips, I slowly slide the hose from each leg.

  Leaning forward, I flick the front clasp of her bra and watch as her breast spring free. She shrugs the material off her shoulders, and I pull it free from her arms. I run the pads of my hands over her tits and watch as she closes her eyes and hums low while arching her back into my touch. Her beautiful small strawberry shade pink nipples pucker and she fits perfectly in my hands. They fit her body perfectly too.

  Crouching down, I lick the circular outline of her nipple and close my mouth over it letting the twirls of my tongue lure the humming noises out of the back of her throat. She even sounds fucking sexy.

  Kissing my way down the middle of her stomach, I get to the V between her legs and hoover my mouth over her center then lick from the center of her underwear up. She whispers my name out into the room. It sounds tortured. It’s exactly how my balls feel.

  Saving the best for last, I slowly slink the sexy ass underwear out of my god damn way. My imagination never prepared me for the real-life sight of her completely bare, smooth pussy. Lena is my bedroom sex fantasy in the flesh from head to toe, period.

  Looking up at Len, this visual will forever be branded into my head. She has her breasts firmly clasped in each hand pinching at her nipples and she’s peering back at me. Those glazed over glacier blue eyes are begging for me to slide inside but I have other plans.

  Dropping to my knees for the first time in my life, I prepare to feast on her pussy like a smorgasbord gone wild. Calm your tits and let me clarify. I’ve eaten pussy before but never gone down on my knees for it, ever. This is a first. Yes, I’m a selfish lover-sue me.

  Going down on bitches is not my thing. It has only happened a handful of times. Don’t get me wrong, I know what the fuck I’m doing. I’m a pussy whisperer but placing my face between a woman’s legs, to me, is a more personal act. My wisdom is a little fucked up, I know.

  Don’t try to rationalize my logic. It is what it is. This is something I’ve not felt the desire to do with any other, but Lena is not just anyone to me. And right now, all I want is to hear her scream my name while she fucks my face.

  Hell, I’ve dreamed about this pussy ever since I was in middle school. That alone qualifies me for a crazy fucker. Without so much as touching this woman, I’ve worshiped her body and nursed an unhealthy orgasmic obsession. With only hand tugging happy ending and a fuckall fantastic imagination, until now.

  Truth be known, I’ve felt connected to this woman ever since I freed her from a god damn rabbit hole only to fall in it my damn self. Then it was like she shoveled in the dirt, covering me up, and burying me alive that day I stumbled into her yard. When I found out that my brother beat me to it, her. Push that shit aside Rampage. Focus on the fucking in front of you.

  “Have you thought about my mouth on this pussy?” I cup her mound with my hand and rub my thumb up and down through her slit. She jerks in response to my touch and hums out a yes. “Oh, yeah-you’ve thought of me. I can tell. Hell, you’re soaking wet and I can feel you throbbing under my hand.” I let my thumb caress and circle her entrance, teasingly. She moves with the motion, seeking out more.

  Grabbing hold under her legs, I abruptly jerk her to the edge of the bed and hear her gasp. The smile that curves my lips is pure evil as this beautiful pussy stares back at me. Hello at last.

  I lower my face and lick a perfect but delicate line up her seam paying careful attention not to break the seal. Nah, I want her to feel every sensation. Everything she could’ve had for years if she’d chosen the right brother. Turning my head, I lightly nip the inside sensitive flesh of her leg and she jolts in surprise. I lick that same spot then kiss my way back to her center.

  Using my fingers, I open her up and circle my index finger lightly over her swollen bud. It’s a two-handed kinda show tonight. Her soft moaning of approval and synced hips swaying has me hard as a rock. I want to fuck her so bad. Soon, I’ll be balls deep inside of her like I should’ve been years ago.

  When I close my mouth down on her and swirl the pad of my tongue slowly over her clit, she latches onto my hair like it’s a lead. The incoherent sounds escaping her lungs are more like garbled cries. Teetering a fine line between ecstasy and agony. She’s grinding into my mouth and I’m taking
my time in sampling her.

  “That feels so good. Oh, God. Everything you’re doing. Please don’t stop.” Not a chance in hell that’s going to happen, pretty girl.

  Sliding one finger inside of her tight channel causes her to try and clamp her legs together. Maybe out of surprise of the unexpected intrusion; I’m not sure. My tongue stays on course, gathering up her sweet taste while I slowly continue to finger bang her.

  Using my other hand, I slide it under her ass cheek tilting her up into me, I bury my face deeper. The angle of my finger strokes is aimed for that hidden golden orgasm trigger, touchdown. When her legs start to shake, I know that’s my cue. I scrape my teeth over her sensitive numb and smile deviously.

  “Oh God. Rampage… I’m… Uhm, wow… I’m going to…”

  No, she’s not. Sliding my finger out of her snug pocket, I place a kiss on the pussy that houses my new favorite flavor. It’s a sweet temptation in the rawest form. Surprisingly, I’m already thinking about the next I can climb between her legs and I’ve not even gotten inside her yet, another fucking first-literally.

  I stand to my full height and prowl over her body. Hooking my arm under her back, I move her body to the center of the bed with me. Hoovering over her, with zero shame, I lick her leftover juices from my lips. What can I say? Lena is fucking delicious. Anyway, it’s rude to be wasteful.

  “Your taste is unlike anything I’ve ever known,” I say on a smirk.

  “I was about to, uhh, well…. You know… Orgasm.” She says.

  It’s a breathy confession that’s filled with disappointment. Almost like she’s mourning the loss of a long-lost friend that she’s sure to never see again. I shake my head no, slowly. I gotta admit, the fact that she’s embarrassed to even say cum is a little cute.

  “The first time you blow the show, bust a nut, see sexual stars or my favorite, strum until you cum…” I smirk at her then continue, “You’ll be looking directly at me. And I promise, before you leave my bed, you’ll lose count of the literally fucking orgasms I’ll provide you with.” I growl.

  She catches me off guard when she slides her hand between our bodies and starts to stroke my dick from base to tip. I clench my teeth together to keep from growling. Her thumb slides over the opening of my cock collecting the pre-excitement cum gathered there.

  When she brings that digit to her mouth and seductively sucks my juices off, I can’t help it, I groan like a demonic gremlin. It’s a beastly sound from deep within my chest. Is she for real right now? Holy shit, like I said, she’s Satan’s offspring or redheaded female twin. Shy my ass.

  Lena leans up catching my mouth with hers then tangles her legs around my waist and her free hand rakes through my hair. She’s ushering me in, impossibly closer. I waste no time in taking what I’ve always considered to be mine anyway, her. My mouth wars with hers in a demanding assault while her soaked pussy grinds into my aching dick covering me in her juices. She’s soft and smooth where I’m lean and hard in texture.

  Her movements are frantic, and I close my arms around her sides caging her in, afraid she’ll change her mind and flee the scene. With that evil thought process whispering out inside my mind, I slide into her on a growl. My entire body is wired tight but not near as tight as she is. The muffled sound coming from Len seems like a concealed cry and my eyebrows crease in confusion.

  At first, she’s a difficult fit around the head of my dick causing a throbbing sensation from too much strain and resistance. Her skin-tight opening is almost painful but her velvety warmth from inside is urging me to continue. Pushing further in, her body is wanting to protest my intrusion. Hell, it’s starting to concern me at this point. I know she wants me the evidence of her heightened arousal is coating my dick.

  “God damn baby, you’re so fucking tight.” I croak out. What does she do? Some kind of Kegel exercise to cripple a man’s dick.

  My cock feels like it’s being squeezed by a powerful python of the pussy species. Sliding a little further in the protest switch suddenly clicks to the off position. It’s like a swift release and the pressure valve has been deactivated.

  When her legs automatically tighten and her entire body locks up, my flesh breaks out into goosebumps, no fucking way. Hold up a god damn minute. My mind is firing off in a thousand fucking different directions that all lead back to one conclusion. Confirmation is corroborated when she sinks her teeth into my shoulder. There’s no denying the repressed sob she tries to choke back too. My body freezes.

  ZERO.

  FUCKING.

  MOVEMENT.

  MY BODY TURNS TO STONE.

  “Jesus Christ, Len… Are you a virgin?” I groan. Tilting back so I can see her does no good because her teeth are still attached to my shoulder. “Are you okay?” I whisper. When she doesn’t answer me, my heart accelerates. “Lena Avery Carter…” I grit out. “Baby… Talk to me.” I wrap my hand around her neck and nuzzle my face into her shoulder. God this woman.

  My voice is straining from my overly excited dick and throbbing ball sack. They're urging me to fucking move, but I can’t. Not until I hear her words. Her body is coated in a light sheen of sweat and I let out a labored breath. I trail a line of light kisses from her neck and continue along her shoulder.

  She’s a virgin. Or better yet, she was a virgin. She gave that over to me. WHY ME?

  My brother came home from her house that night and went straight for the shower after bragging about getting some fire pussy. Although he never said from who, I just assumed. God damnit. What the fuck is going on? This is a conversation to be had with my asshole twin. It’s well over a decade after the fact but still one that needs to be had all the same, with him only.

  “Lena, baby… Why didn’t you tell me?” I groan.

  I bury my face into her neck again and she wiggles further down on my shaft. Jesus, my body starts to quake from the need to move. She retracts her fangs from my shoulder and kisses the spot softly. That tiny show of love that I DO NOT deserve is like a brutal stabbing to my heart. I earned that pain.

  “It’s okay, now.” She whispers.

  No, the fuck it’s not okay. I’m a piece of shit. After all this time, she was mine. Is mine. God damnit. That organ in my chest feels like the pressure has moved from between her legs coming to rest there.

  “Why? I’m… I don’t understand. Why me?”

  My voice sounds a lot like an uncertain preadolescent prick with penis insecurities. When in reality, I simply don’t feel worthy of this woman or what she just gave over to me. I’m not a complete dick. I feel deeply all the time. I just learned long ago to shut that shit down on the inside.

  “This is what I wanted. I chose you. Please don’t be upset with me.” She sounds nervous and uneasy. I need to fix that.

  I draw my head back and peer down at her. Those ice-blue barriers are wide open, no show left unseen. I shake my head slowly from side to side. No fucking way. I have no words, just disbelief. She deserved better.

  “I feel a lot of things right now, but anger is not one of them, pretty girl. Honored, yeah?” She nods slightly. “Damn, baby.”

  It’s more like, I’m a fucking idiot who judged you wrongfully for well over a decade and I’m far from worthy but I’m also to fucking selfish not to take it, all of it, everything.

  “Jesus.” I roll my neck.

  “Please, I want this, Slade.”

  “Hold onto me, baby,” I whisper.

  Those piercing blues are searching for any sign that I might resign but she won’t find it here. I see the faint traces of tear streaks at the sides of her eyes and my heart implodes. Wiping those lines away with my thumbs, I slide into her all the way and the air escapes her lungs in a rush.

  “Uhhh, God.” She rasps out.

  It’s a mixture of uncertainty laced with a lot of pain. A shit part of the process that I can’t take back, but I can make it as pleasurable as humanly possible for her. I take her mouth and fuse my existence up in this woman. Slowly, I wrap my arms
around her frame, encasing her as I steadily but torturously work myself a home inside of her body, letting her adjust to my size.

  “I’m so damn sorry, Len. If I could take the pain away, I would.” I whisper into her ear then place a kiss where her pulse is beating rapidly. Steadily gyrating into her encourages her on. “Breathe, baby.” She starts to slowly work with me, and her body relaxes. I slide my hand down along the outside curve of her stomach and close it over her hip moving gently in and out of her.

  “I’m good now. You can, uhhhh, God. That grinding motion is, ohhh.”

  “Fuck, baby. You feel so damn good.” I groan.

  She runs her hands up my sides causing my body to flinch under the touch. For the first time ever, I want to feel everything. She’s more important than the end result of an orgasm. Cupping her soft breast in my palm, I lower my head and lick a path around the tight numb hearing her moan. I scrape my teeth over the sensitive flesh while feeling her fingertips melt through my hair.

  “It’s okay to fuck me now.” She whispers out and I growl while shaking my head no bringing my eyes back to her.

  I’ve never felt anything quite like this. I’m the one getting fuck here, completely. It’s like a private club between her legs that only I have admission to. A private pussy party for me only. Titling down until my lips are but a fraction from hers, I tell her the truth.

  “This is anything but fucking, Len.” Peering into those clear blue windows of wonder, I know this is a game-changer for me. Fuck it, I’ll worry with that later.

  When I close my mouth over her plump layers, I steal her response. I continue to show her exactly my intent through actions. I deep stroke until she’s chanting my name. Her claws are tearing my back to shreds and I fucking bathe in the pleasurable pain. Physical, mental, and internal destruction, equal amounts.

  “Baby, am I hurting you?” I ask through the strain clogging up at the back of my throat.

  I can’t help it when my pace picks up, moving deeper into a sensual exploration of her. Carving out my own existence here. She fits me perfectly and god damnit I know I’m close. The tingling sensation in my spine is a red flag of warning.