ClaimingRuby by Scarlett Sanderson Page A

hard as
granite, prodding her cheeks. “She doesn’t drive me fucking crazy. She doesn’t
cream all over my fingers from a spanking.” He touched her lips and she could
smell her musky nectar. “Taste, Ruby.”
    She did, sucking him all the way to the knuckle. The illicit
gesture of tasting herself made her giddy with lust. The fragrant arousal
filled her nostrils.
    “Look at yourself. Cheeks flushed. Tits straining against
your bra. Ass on show and pussy on fire. You’re fucking beautiful.” His sank
his teeth into her neck and bit, marking her.
    She cried out as white-hot pain lanced through her.
    “You’re mine. All mine. You will understand that.”
    In this moment she belonged to him completely. How could she
have doubted that? It wasn’t just sex. There was something between them.
Something deep and raw and unexplainable. Something she’d been trying to deny.
    He unzipped his fly, pushing down his pants and underwear in
one go. She heard him tear a foil packet, the snap of latex as he rolled on a
condom. She was only vaguely aware of these things. She wasn’t thinking
straight. All that mattered was his cock stuffed inside her, dominating her
pussy as his presence dominated her mind.
    She focused on Joshua. His rugged face. This gorgeous man
was hers. She’d driven him to this. To become this wild thing that thrilled her
submissive side.
    He skipped the foreplay. It wasn’t as if she needed it. She
was so desperate to feel his hard length inside her.
    Joshua angled her hips and guided his cock into her
entrance. They moaned together as her walls tightened, sucked him in.
    “So tight. All mine. My pussy.” He bit out the words before
slamming all the way home.
    The force lifted her onto her toes and she screamed. She
clamped on his shaft, drawing him in farther. The crisp hair on his balls
tickled her skin.
    “Did you forget you belong to me?”
    She’d never felt anything like it—full, stretched, connected.
“Oh god, I can feel you so deep.” The head of his cock brushed sensitive spots
she’d never known existed.
    “I own your pussy.” He withdrew, slammed back in. “I own
you. Say it.”
    It was true. He owned her. All of her, including her heart.
She tried to deny it, but he did.
    He built a rhythm—in and out, faster, harder each time. The
wide crest of his cock massaged the sensitive bundle of nerves and drove her
higher.
    “I belong to you,” she whispered and met his gaze in the
mirror. She watched some of his anger melt away.
    He rotated his hips and the tip of his shaft rubbed her G-spot.
All rational thought flew away as she focused on the sensation between her
thighs.
    Delicious pressure, building, building.
    He pounded into her. She wanted to pinch her nipples, finger
her clit, but she dared not let go of the sink. She gasped as a skillful stroke
made her legs shake. Her breath fogged the glass. As it cleared, Ruby focused
on the mask of fury and dominance pummeling into her. Joshua’s cheeks were red
from exertion and sweat beaded on his forehead. It wasn’t pretty—it was dirty,
messy sex.
    He clawed her ass. His fingers bit into the delicate skin
and she didn’t care as long as he kept fucking her. “Come for me, Ruby.”
    Harder, harder until her head nearly bumped the mirror. She
slapped a hand on the steamy surface and her sweaty skin squeaked and slipped.
    “Come.” He seized her waist and thrust.
    The pressure in her core exploded in a wave of pleasure. She
clamped him like a vise as her walls rippled. He jerked, stilled, took a moment
to maneuver her pelvis lower before pumping frantically. No rhythm or pace,
just raw fucking. He came with a roar, the corded muscle of his neck tight and
elongated, his spine bowed.
    She closed her eyes and rode the tingling sensation that
coursed through her. Nothing mattered except the deep rippling of her sex.
    She eventually looked at Joshua. His chin rested on her
shoulder. Beads of perspiration dotted his forehead. She