Think Elizabeth. This is your cousin.
But I say nothing and I allow his hand to slide right in. It's like a waterslide down there, which seems to emphatically delight him by the self-satisfied grin spread across his face.
"You're so fucking wet for me."
"Masterson–" I protest unconvincingly.
"This is what's going to happen Duchess," he cuts me off. "You're going to spread your legs, come for me twice, and then we're going to eat a pot pie and head out to the club. You feel me?"
Before I can open my mouth to say another word his mouth captures mine in a mind blowing, frantic kiss while he simultaneously slides one of his thick fingers between my folds and then inside me. It feels so tremendously good that I want to smack somebody. I've never been touched like this before. He's playing my body like an instrument, and I'm not sure what kinds of animalistic sounds are coming out of my mouth, but they're in total response to the pure ecstasy I am feeling right now.
"Spread wider." He commands. So I do.
He uses his thumb next to rub back and forth over my clit while still pumping both of his thick fingers in and out of my pussy and the next thing I know, I see a million frackin' stars burst into a pure blinding white light, and I let out a shriek that all the neighborhood dogs can probably hear on the next block.
"Shhh," he chuckles with his lips against my mouth. "I still owe you another one."
I'm tingly and flushed, and frankly I don't think I can take another Masterson orgasm. Not quietly anyway.
"Wait–" I beg quietly.
Why I thought he would listen is beyond me.
He flips me over in one quick motion (which is damn impressive considering the size of my child bearing hips), smacks me on the right ass cheek, and then starts ordering me around again.
"All fours baby."
There's something about being on all fours in front of a man that makes me feel extremely vulnerable. Maybe it's because I can't see his eyes and know what he's thinking (as if I really could know for sure). Or maybe it's because I can't imagine what the view is like from back there. Needless to say I've never done it, and I don't know why the hell I'm propping myself up right now.
"I've never–"
"Shhh," he quiets me. "I'm just going to lick that pussy clean, but you have to be a good girl and keep still and quiet for me ok?"
Oh. My. God.
If he keeps talking to me like that, I'm going to come right the frack now. He won't have to even touch me again.
"Can you do that?" He asks again.
I nod my head.
Then he slaps my ass again. Harder.
"Oww!"
"Can. You. Do. That?" He asks again with a growl.
"Yes."
"Good girl. All fours. Knees wider."
I don't know if I can do this...
"Wider. Don't hide from me."
I spread my knees wider and inhale a deep breath. Praying that Juliette doesn't walk in on this clusterfuck.
Suddenly all I feel is warmth. The warm strokes of Roman's tongue stroking my clit up and down, and back and forth with precision and care. He's not as urgent as before. This time he's taking his time and it's making the climb all that more torturous. I'm tense yet turned on at the same time. I feel super exposed in a way that I've never been before, but it feels amazing.
"That's a sweet pussy." He mutters in between licks. "This time I want you to try and hold off coming Duchess."
"What?" Is he kidding me?
"I want you to wait until I give you permission."
My legs start quivering as I feel the tension swirling inside of me getting ready to burst. My breaths start to become shallow as I'm pretty sure I'm about to come.
Then he stops.
He blows a few warm breaths in between my legs, kisses me on my inner thigh, and starts talking again. But I don't want him to talk. I want him to continue on with what the hell he was doing, before I have to pin his ass down and sit right on top of his face.
"We have a situation." He announces, but I have zero idea what he's talking about.
"A situation?"
"Yes."
He's right. We do have a situation. A very bad one. This is my chance to stop this before it goes any further. I am acting like a total whore right now. I'm getting eaten out by my frackin' cousin while my aunt prepares pot pies downstairs! Am I the one on drugs?
I try to turn myself over, because the first order of business would be to get my ass out of Roman's face, but he uses his brute strength to hold me in place and he takes another smack at my ass. This time it's a little closer to my pussy, and I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment while I wait for the feeling of utter ecstasy to pass.
"Masterson we can't." I say breathlessly.
"I know." I hear the gruff regret in his voice.