“Oh, fuck. Keep going, baby girl. I tried to forget how good you sucked all those nights in prison.” He pushed my head into him, increasing his pressure. “My cock never did. Putting a piercing through this mean motherfucker doesn't change shit. It remembers, babe, and it wants every goddamned inch of you.”
I moaned. I seriously wondered if my panties had completely disintegrated in the hot, wet mess steaming underneath my skirt. No man's filthy words turned me on like his.
Even when I'd kissed Beam that fateful day, it wasn't the same. His lips were hollow, weak, meaningless.
I didn't want to admit it then, but now I knew for sure – Roman owned me. He took me over the minute he knocked me up, magnetizing me to his flesh, making me respond at some wicked, primal level no man could ever match.
My nipples hurt like they had clothespins pinching them underneath my shirt. I tried to focus on sucking them, but I lifted one hand up, working off my bra for dear relief.
No sooner than I popped the clasp, Roman reached for my fist, tugging my hand back to his thigh. “Keep your hands on my cock, girl. I'll do the rest when I'm good and ready.”
I sucked him for a couple more minutes. He closed his eyes, the growls in his throat rumbling like a nascent avalanche, building toward the inevitable crescendo.
His hands fell behind my head, holding me there, tight and perfect for fucking my mouth. His hips picked up speed. I couldn't help but think about how hard he'd stroke me later with that little bead mounted on his tip.
Could sex actually be dangerous? I worried how my body would react, how good he'd feel deep inside me. But it couldn't be worse than delaying the sweet release any longer, right?
I wasn't sure, but I was going to find out. If he killed me with pleasure tonight, then at least I'd die happy.
“Fuck, babe, the way you move your lips...” His fist jerked on my hair and his hips slammed to a stop, deep in my mouth. I thought he was going to come, but he pulled my lips off him instead, inhaling so hard his huge chest ballooned.
“Good?” I asked, wiping my mouth.
“Just half as good as your pussy's gonna feel wrapped around it. Get that shit off now.” His hands fell all over me, ripping at my shirt, throwing my bra behind him.
One rough hand tugged at my skirt, and I rolled on the bed to help him. When it was halfway down, his opposite hand felt the soaked lace between my legs, and his satisfied thunder rolled into my ear.
“You're wet as fuck, aren't you?”
“Isn't that a given?” I bit my lip, all I could do to stop myself from coming as his hand cupped my mound, feeling my heat, my wetness.
He laughed, low and throaty, sending a fresh sensual chill up my spine. “Careful playing smartass, babe. My cock's so riled up I'll fuck that sass right outta you if it keeps up. The only lip I wanna hear right now is how loud you scream when I fuck you right through the floor.”
God! I quaked when his fingers wrapped around my waistband. In one fluid jerk, they tore down my thighs, so quick I felt air rush over my pussy.
I was totally exposed, but not for long.
A new heat smothered the firestorm building in my pussy. His fingers rubbed my folds and pushed deep inside me, all in one stroke, just as his thumb found my clit. He had his finger on the trigger now, and I was thoroughly fucked in all the best ways.
Well, maybe all of them except one.
“You're not getting this dick 'til I'm good and ready, babe. I'm gonna savor you. It's been two years. Two fucked up years straight from the pit of hell. You know how often I jacked off to this in the slammer? How many times I thought about pinching these tits, how hard I'd make your sweet cunt gush when I got the fuck out? I wanna taste you everywhere. Fingers, lips, teeth, tongue. Give it the fuck up.”
Holy shit.
My hips began grinding into his hand as he fucked me with his fingers. Oh, fuck. I didn't have a clue, but judging by the insane edge in his voice, it must've been hundreds.
His other hand reached around and covered one breast. He tightened his hold, pinching one nipple between his fingers, never letting up on my pussy for a second.
Heat rushed into my head like lava. I wasn't going to last long at all like this, especially if he didn't –
Stop. What the hell?
My thighs were shaking as they gripped his hand, too low now to tease my pussy. A minute must've passed. His free hand moved to my other breast, plumping the lonely nipple there soft again, making me tingle in all the right ways and teasing me in the worst.
“Come back, baby. Come back, Travis,” I murmured, knowing I was playing with fire using his real name. Hey, he'd said it was fair game in the bedroom, right? “Please. You're killing me.”
“That begging's hot, babe, but I've had my fill. Roll over and spread your legs. I'll decide how and when to fuck you. Right now, I'm thinking my hands aren't going anywhere near your clit again 'til you come on my mouth.”