All this flitted through my mind as I sucked on him, but a hand tangled in my hair, gripped tightly and pulled me back.
“I am the one in control, mate,” Roark said. His eyes were black, his jaw tight. The hand in my hair was not gentle, but I loved his show of strength, of his power over me.
With a gentle tug on my hair, I went onto my back. He looked down at me as he pushed one leg wide, dropped his hand beside my head to hold himself up, found my entrance and thrust into me.
I gasped and arched at the sudden fullness. With his hand still in place, forcing me to hold his gaze, I could see he was right there with me. Releasing his grip, he slid it down my body, over my breast, flicked the ring.
His hips shifted, making me forget all about his nipple play. He was big and I was not. It was a tight fit, but he’d prepared me. I was soft and swollen, wet and eager and he somehow knew I could handle him, that I didn’t want him to ease in. I didn’t want gentle.
Gripping his sides, I held on as he pulled back, then plunged deep again. My breasts swayed, the chain heavy and pulling.
He opened his eyes and looked at me, watched as he took me.
“This is going to be fast, Natalie. Your hot mouth around my cock ruined my control. Fark.” He didn’t seem too pleased with that.
I liked seeing him get lost in his baser needs, his hips pumping in a rhythm that was far from controlled. His skin became slick beneath my palms, his breaths ragged.
He’d made me come once, but I was ready again. The places inside, that he’d awakened with his finger, liked the friction caused by his cock. I couldn’t help but clench down on him, hoping to hold him within.
He hissed at the squeeze and when he went deep, I did it again. And again until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“I’m… I’m going to come. Roark, I’ve never… it’s—”
“Come. Come now and I will follow you over.”
I did what he commanded and came, my back arching, my knees coming up and squeezing his hips. I milked his cock, my inner walls rippling around him, coating him with my arousal that never seemed to stop.
Hooking a hand behind my knee, he lifted and adjusted the angle, drove home and stiffened above me. His face looked pained, his face reddening, the muscles in his neck taut. A groan ripped from his throat as I felt his cock pulse, the seed hot as it coated me. Marked me.
He pulled out and sat back, his cock still just as hard, just as angry red, but now glistened in my wetness and his seed.
“You’re—”
“Not done,” he replied, his eyes were passion-filled and looking directly at me, as if I was prey and he was about to pounce. Gripping my hip, he flipped me onto my belly, tugged back so I came up on my knees.
Before I could look over my shoulder, a hand came down on my bottom with a loud crack.
“Roark!” I cried, not in anger, but surprise.
Glancing at him, he grinned, although it was feral. “That’s for being too hot. Too sexy. Too damn perfect for my cock. Look at you.”
He kept his hand on my hip, securing me in place, although I had no intention of going anywhere.
“I love seeing my chain dangle from your breasts, my handprint pink on your ass, your pussy all swollen and well used, my seed dripping from it.”
He spanked me again. “I told you I was the one in control.”
He shifted, aligning himself up with me again, then pushed in. His passage this time was eased by his copious seed.
“More,” he said, his voice deep. “You will give me everything.”
I closed my eyes, reveled in the hot feel of him, the stretch, the fullness. “More,” I repeated, wiggling my hips, then pushing back against him.
That afforded me another swat to the butt, but this time I just tensed, then savored the feel of the sting as it morphed into heat.
It was too much. He was too much. Reaching between my legs, I found my clit and began to rub it. I just needed that little bit, and while I had every confidence in Roark to make me come on his own, I was greedy. He said as much.
“So needy for your pleasure. You can’t wait, can you?”
He continued to fuck me, his need hadn’t waned even after coming once already. In fact, he thrust his hips with more vigor now. I was with him every step of the way and I wanted that third orgasm.
Now.
Rubbing and circling my clit, I came, the feel of his cock my undoing. He was my undoing.
Perhaps it was how I milked him once again, perhaps he got off on spanking my ass and seeing it turn red. Perhaps he was just horny, but he came directly after me.
As soon as he released my hip, I slumped down on the robe, wilted. Done. Glancing over my shoulder at him, I saw how he looked at my pussy, put his fingers there and collected the seed that had begun to slip out and work it back into me.