A new sensation tore through my pussy. Hot lightning shattered me whole, made me lose control. Roman fucked faster, hurling me off the cliff into the pleasure zone. My clit sang, and I felt myself losing something hot and wet all over him and the sheets.
It kept coming as he power fucked me too. Just when I thought I was about to blackout, he pounded deep, held his swelling cock there, joining me in the greatest climax ever.
Roman's opposite hand pinched my ass, pulling me tight. We sank down and hit the bed together. His cock pumped more searing come into me, filling me to overflowing. Our cream spilled out and stained the bed, and we weren't even finished.
We came like there was no tomorrow. Hell, locked in his embrace, I wondered if that old cliché might be right. A few more romps like this, and I might not wake up alive.
He brought me back to life with a gentle slap on the ass. “Fuck, babe. I always knew you could squirt.”
“Is that what you did to me?” I whispered, feeling him pull out and turning around to face him on the bed.
“You tell me.” He pointed to the wet spot between my legs. “You did that for me, woman, and you'd better get used to it. Start bringing a fucking canteen to bed. If your pussy doesn't do fireworks when you clench this cock, I haven't done my damned job.”
Growling, he leaned down, caressing my cheek with his soft lips and rough stubble. “And I always work like hell 'til it's done. Don't ever doubt that shit for a second.”
I shuddered. My whole world folded into him, collapsed into that big, strong vastness in his powerful arms. Twisting my head, we kissed for several minutes.
I wondered how my body kept going when the new tingle started in my pussy. It came slow, a rising wave of need. Roman must've felt it too. He cupped my folds in one hand and squeezed, possessive and seductive.
“Don't die on me now, woman. This is only the first night. It's a week long fuckfest I'm after. We're only stepping outta this room to see our kid and get some grub. You've been mine since the moment I knocked you up, babe, and we're making up for two years of lost sex in the next week, even if I've gotta rub my dick raw.”
His thumb sank deeper, sliding through my wetness. He sounded insane, but he felt so good, especially when he covered my clit, stroking new circles that opened my legs again. It was like he'd figured out the password to my body, and I burned every time he opened me.
He wasn't really going to keep me locked in bed for an entire week – was he? His tone said he wasn't joking. Hell, did he ever joke around?
I saw my fate, rolling out like new shadows in the dark room. I was in bed with a ferocious, possibly crazy, badass. Totally at his mercy, and that wasn't even the worst part.
Each time I looked into dark brown eyes through my narrowed lids, my heart hummed three times faster.
Say all you want about Stockholm Syndrome. Whatever was happening to my brain and body cut deep, and it was real.
I was falling in love, and it scared me to death.
X: Paradise Rocked (Roman)
For the next three days, I did everything I promised, and then some.
I fucked my woman horizontal, diagonal, up, down, hot and cold, sideways, and fucking zigzag. I burned her scent and taste into my brain so deep I'd remember it as a senile old fart on my deathbed – if I avoided dad's fate like I intended.
And damn if I wasn't gonna try. I'd fight like hell for this new family.
But shit, it was hard to imagine battling anything at all laid out here, with her wrapped around me.
The cartel war's violence and danger seemed like a distant world in bed. We ordered in and put on our robes in between nonstop fucking.
Watching our kid toddle around the living room and tug on my feet for attention was almost as satisfying as having Sally underneath me. I'd become an honest-to-God, no shit family man, and it made me pretty fucking happy too.
A man could get used to this. Now, all I needed to do was shove a ring on her finger and make all this official. My son wasn't growing up wondering why the hell his folks weren't hitched.
On the third night, we put him to bed, and turned in early. Sally came trotting into the master bedroom from her bath, wearing this lacy red stuff with pantyhose and bitch heels that instantly made me wanna feel them digging into my ass while I hammered into her.
Shit!
“Get the fuck over here,” I growled, grabbing her as she climbed onto the bed.
Kissing this woman became a dangerous addiction. I'd never been a druggie like the Veep, but I imagined every time my lips hit hers, I got a taste of that bliss he'd pumped into his veins before he sorted out his shit.
Drug or not, this chick was dangerous. She'd rewired my brain, and I'd do fucking anything to keep her from slipping away ever again.
Christ, she tasted divine. My hands tore off her bra. Lingerie looked pretty, yeah, but my fingers burned every minute they weren't on her tits or pussy, and my tongue ached to be wrapped around her too.