“Roman,” she purred my name, wrapping her hands around my back and pulling me tight.
It was all I needed to lean into her, making sure she got a nice hard brush from my cock, still raging like a warhead in my pants. I must've caught her clit in the thrust because she arched her back and moaned, shriller than before.
“I've missed this hot, sweet pussy wrapped around me for two years. Two fucking years too long. Come on, babe. Let's catch up, talk skin-to-skin again.”
IX: Rampage (Sally)
His eyes were full and dark. He'd fought like hell for me. I wasn't sure how he was even standing after the savage blow from Beam's fist, but he was, and the rigid cock brushing against my pussy said lust was a much bigger problem than his pain.
“Come on, babe. Let's catch up, talk skin-to-skin again.”
He lowered his head, growling as his lips met mine. My mouth tensed up, opening for his tongue, and I moaned into his kiss as every muscle below the waist unraveled.
We kissed for more than a minute, hot and rough and wanting. Then he snatched me up, pulling me into his arms, speeding toward the bedroom.
I hit the bed and bounced as he shoved me down. Roman pressed me into the sheets, covering me completely, moving his mouth over mine. He kissed meaner than before, trying to get his tongue deeper, deeper, so deliciously deep.
It was like he'd forgotten how good I tasted, and he never wanted to again.
His hands slid beneath me, cupping my ass, and squeezed. My legs instinctively wrapped around him, and I moaned when he broke the kiss, bringing his marvelous mouth to the nook of my neck.
Teeth. Fireworks. A molten heat like nothing I'd felt for two years exploded in my core.
His huge cock rubbed me through his jeans. I didn't know whether to shred our clothes this instant, or just let him keep going, forcing me to come right through my panties and skirt.
“Fuck, babe,” he growled, breaking the love bite near my throat. “You know how bad I've been starving for this? I'm dying, ever since I got my brand on you.”
“Not half as bad as me,” I whimpered, fixing my eyes on his. Then the bad girl took over. “Fuck me, Roman. I want you inside me so fast and hard it wipes away the last two years. I want you to fuck the bitterness right out of my heart, fuck away the pain, fuck me blind until I can't see anything except the future.”
His lips peeled back and he growled. He leaned up, throwing his cut off, before peeling off the Grizzlies MC shirt underneath. The roaring bear emblazoned on his chest showed itself, and so did half a dozen other rough MC symbols, swords and skulls and thorns inked on his beautiful skin.
“God, I've missed this. You've added to the canvass, I see.” I ran my fingers over the new additions near his abs, a 1% sign in a diamond patch, dripping like black blood.
I'd noticed them before, of course, all the other times he'd been walking around shirtless. But for the first time since he'd moved in, since we'd reconciled, they were all mine. I could study his incredible body in all the detail I wanted – at least until I couldn't do anything except beg for his cock.
“Bring those hands lower, babe. There's another surprise.”
He grabbed my hand and guided it down to the ridge tenting his jeans. His fingers squeezed over mine, making me feel his cock. I shuddered, and then jerked up when I felt something small and unnatural near the tip of his cock.
“What the hell?” I swallowed and grinned. “Jesus, is that what I think it is?”
His hands ripped at his belt and he shoved his jeans down, then worked off his boxers, the smile on his face growing. “You tell me, woman. Put your hot little tongue on my dick. Think about how the new improvement's gonna feel inside you.”
Orders, orders. And I couldn't help but comply. He leaned on the bed, helping me up with his hands, then running one hand through my hair, balling several thick blonde strands in his fist.
I rubbed my thumb over his swollen, angry head, finding that little stud. Jesus, it was real after all.
A small, cool, very metallic bead planted dead in the center of his tip. Just imagining all the ways it would feel inside me made my clit burn. I looked up at him as I loosened my lips, stroking his massive length, opening wide to draw him into my mouth.
Roman groaned and lifted his hips when I swallowed him. Pure, rich, masculine heat bathed my tongue. I started to work him slow and steady, circling underneath his head, taking as much as I could.
I hadn't sucked cock for years, and all I knew about sucking it was exactly what he'd taught me. But my brain tingled as the memories came back. I remembered the two tender spots around his crown that always drove him crazy, and I aimed for them with my tongue, swirling and moving my head rhythmically.