"Worship Her, Wreck Her"

[JM****]

His mind wandered, recalling the feel of her skin, the warmth of her breath, the way her body molded into his like it was made just for him. He didn’t hear the water turn off. Didn’t know she was already one step ahead of him.
She’d heard him come in.
Smirking under the stream, she let the heat soak into her as ideas danced across her mind, ideas that would leave him completely undone. Her fingers grazed her thighs as she thought of the look on his face when he realized what she was about to do. She stepped out of the shower, dripping, deliberate, her mind set.
In the bedroom, she slipped into something sheer, something sinful. Then, as a final stroke of mischief, she grabbed one of her favorite plugs, small, jeweled, perfectly naughty, and slid it in with a soft gasp. He had no idea what was coming. Not yet.
She climbed into bed, posed like temptation incarnate, and called his name.
He froze. He hadn't heard her come out. When he turned the corner and saw her lying there, his breath hitched. Goddamn.
Her sun-kissed hair was sprawled around her like wildfire. Her eyes shimmered, catching the light like stars over midnight water. She was art. Dangerous, delicious art. And she was his.
He moved to her like a man possessed, leaned in, grabbed her, kissed her with such heat it left them both gasping. Then, slow and purposeful, he reached for the blindfold. She let him. Her lips curled into a knowing smile.
He started at her neck, slow, soft kisses that burned like firelight, working his way down the center of her body, lingering at every spot that made her tremble. Her thighs parted, an unspoken invitation. He brushed his face across her clit, grinning as her body arched toward him.
He moved lower, kissing the inside of her thighs, down to the tops of her feet, then back up the other side. Every pass of his lips near her swollen clit sent her closer to the edge, but not over. Not yet.
She was soaked. Not just from his touch, but from what he didn’t know. From what he would know.
As he kissed his way back up her body, she couldn’t wait anymore. Just as he reached her lips, she pushed him down onto his back. He blinked, surprised, but didn’t resist. She climbed over him, straddling, claiming. Her mouth met his again, more feral this time, more urgent.
She kissed down his chest, biting softly here and there, until she found the spots that made him shudder. Then, without a word, she wrapped her lips around his throbbing cock.
He groaned, deep, guttural, ***.
“Fuuuck, baby,” he growled, his hand reaching for her, only for her to shift out of reach, teasing, wicked.
She loved having control. Loved watching him squirm beneath her, desperate to touch. She took him deeper, swirling her tongue around the tip with that little move that always made him lose his mind.
“Oh fuck… yea baby,” he moaned, louder this time, hips twitching.
She smirked around his cock, eyes locked on his face, loving the way he looked at her like she was divine. Like she owned him.
And still, he had no idea what was waiting for him.
But he would.
Soon.
Because tonight, the goddess didn’t just plan to please him…
She planned to ruin him
Her lips wrapped tighter around his cock, working him slow, deliberate, like she had all the time in the world and every inch of him belonged to her. And right now, he did. She teased the tip with her tongue, watched him squirm, heard that low, deep growl he made when he was on the edge of losing it. But she didn’t let him finish. Not yet. She pulled away with a wet pop, licking her lips and smiling like the devil in lace.
He was panting, nearly shaking, completely at her mercy.
“You’re enjoying this a little too much,” he muttered, eyes dark, voice strained.
She just smiled wider. “You have no idea what’s coming.”
And he didn’t. Not until she straddled him again, grinding down against him, her slick heat rubbing right up against his cock. That’s when he noticed, something different. Something tight.
His eyes widened. “Wait… did you…?”
She leaned in, whispering into his ear, “I’m wearing the plug, baby.”
His whole body tensed. That sentence lit a fuse deep inside him, and it was all over his face, lust, hunger, disbelief. He groaned, low and guttural, as his hands finally gripped her hips, hard.
“Fuck me…” he breathed.
“Oh, I intend to,” she whispered.
But not yet.
She rocked against him slowly, grinding just right, teasing both of them now. He could feel how wet she was. He wanted to bury himself inside her and lose control completely, but she wasn’t done playing.
She finally pulled the blindfold off him, he needed to see her. She grabbed his cock and slowly guided him in. The way she gasped when he slid into her made him throb harder. It was deep, raw, perfect.
He held her hips and thrust up into her, watching her unravel in real-time. Her head fell back, hair a mess of wild fire and lust. Her lips parted in a moan he’d chase to the ends of the earth. But this wasn’t just about him.
He flipped her over, took back control, and knelt between her legs. His eyes locked onto hers as he spread her open with strong hands and buried his face in her pussy. She cried out, fingers grabbing the sheets, when his tongue hit just right.
He didn’t rush it. he knew her body like a map, and right now, he was tracing every fucking inch of it.
Tongue swirling over her clit, lips sucking softly, then firmly, just how she liked. He slid two fingers inside her while his other hand gripped her thigh, holding her in place as her hips bucked. He could feel her getting close. Could taste it.
“Fuck, baby, don’t stop,” she whimpered.
He didn’t. He doubled down, fingers curling up and hitting that sweet spot inside her with every stroke while his tongue sent her higher. She was shaking, panting, dripping.
Then she came. Hard.
She gasped his name as her whole body tensed and then melted into the mattress, trembling and twitching. But he wasn’t done. Not even close.
He crawled back up her body, kissed her with that same mouth that just wrecked her, and whispered, “You’re not getting off that easy.”
He flipped her again, onto her stomach, and yanked her ass up into position. That little jeweled plug winked at him, and fuck if that didn’t nearly make him explode right then and there.
He slid back inside her, this time from behind, deeper, rougher, her moan echoing off the walls. He gripped her hair and her hip as he slammed into her, steady, rhythmic, savage in the best way. Her back arched, her ass pushing back to take more.
“Goddamn, you feel so good,” he growled, voice hoarse.
She just moaned louder, one hand rubbing her clit, the other clawing at the sheets. She was close again, and so was he.
“You wanna come with me, baby?” he asked, panting.
“Fuck yes.”
He reached down, slipped his hand between her legs, rubbed her just right, and then they both broke.
She came again, harder this time, screaming his name, body spasming, legs shaking. He followed right behind her, groaning loud as his release hit, slamming one last time before he collapsed on top of her, sweat-slick and breathless.
They stayed tangled, chests heaving, hearts racing. Nothing but the sound of the fire crackling and the music playing low in the background.
He kissed her shoulder and whispered, “That was worth the wait.”
She turned her head, grinning, “Told you I had a few ideas.”
And just like that, he knew, he’d never crave another the way he craved her.
And she? She wasn’t just his goddess.
She was his addiction. His undoing.
And the best kind of trouble he’d ever asked for.