Roman-2(Lane Brothers, Book 5)(147)

“Take it off,” Thomas said, his eyes on her covered breasts.

Sasha did as he commanded. The whole time she kept her eyes on him, watching for his reaction, reveling in the way his mouth quirked to the side and his tongue darted against his bottom lip, feeling empowered by behaving in ways she never thought she could—being sexually bold, being uninhibited, allowing herself to experience the sex she wanted rather than the sex that was expected of her.

She discarded her bra to the floor and the nipples of her breasts stood erect. Thomas couldn’t tear his hungry eyes away from her supple body.

Though Sasha knew he’d seen a thousand women in this state of undress, she still felt powerful as she shimmied out of her dress and flung it to the floor. Perhaps it was because he was so experienced, accomplished, and wealthy that she felt such a surge of confidence.

Emboldened, she lay back—now in nothing but her panties—and spread her legs.

With her newly found confidence, she narrowed her eyes and locked her gaze on him. “Why am I not screaming yet?” she purred.

Still fully dressed in his suit, Thomas plunged forward, pulling the lace of her panties to the side. He pressed his beautiful lips against her labia, sucking and licking the sensitive skin. Sasha tipped her head back and let a moan escape from her throat.

His wet tongue roved over her clit, and she gasped with pleasure. Thomas seemed to know just by the sounds she was making how fast or slow he needed to go to bring her closer to the point of no return.

He moved away and pulled her towards him. She hitched her bare legs up either side of him and groaned as he pressed his erection against her. There was nothing but fabric keeping her from his dick, which she could now feel was, indeed, as large as his ego. He didn’t seem to care about her wetness staining his expensive suit.

She pulled back and began fumbling with his belt. “Take them off,” she demanded, her voice slurred with desire. “I want to see your cock. I want to taste it.”

He pushed her hands away, making her squeal with need. “Not until I’ve made you come.”

He wedged himself again into the space between her thighs and slid his hand into her panties. She gasped and threw her head back.

He pressed his lips against her neck, as his fingers explored inside of her. With his spare hand, he massaged her bare breast.

Sasha clung to him, her hands squeezing the muscles of his arms. She could hardly breathe. She’d never felt anything this intense with Chris. In fact, in plenty of her sexual encounters with him, she hadn’t come anywhere close to orgasm. Yet, now, she felt she was barely seconds away. Just from his fingers. He wasn’t even naked yet.

“Let me suck it,” she said again, desperate to feel his erection in her mouth.

“No,” he said. “I want you to orgasm first. Tell me how to make you scream.”

Sasha didn’t know the answer to his question, but some instinct inside her told her to turn around and lie face down against the mattress. She stretched her arms above her head. Some kind of reckless abandon came over her. She didn’t care how many women he’d been with in this very bed, whether it had been last night or even earlier that morning. She knew what she wanted and she was going to get it.

“Fuck me,” she said.

She heard the clinking sound of Thomas’s buckle being undone, followed by the zip of his fly. The noises made her heart race with anticipation. His hands rubbed up and down her back, then rested on her hips. He pulled her back and up. She wriggled onto her knees, posturing herself, welcoming him in.

“What do you want me to do?” he said.

“Fuck me,” she replied. The excitement she felt was so intense she could hardly contain it.

From the corner of her eye, she saw his hands reach out to the bedside table drawer and pull out a condom. The sight of it made her even more aroused.

“Please, Thomas, don’t make me wait,” she whispered.

She saw the empty packet flutter to the floor and pictured the sight of him rolling the condom down his erect cock. Then, suddenly, his hands were on her breasts. She cried out as they roved over her wanton flesh.

“What do you want me to do?” he said again.

“Fuck me.”

His fingers traced down the flesh of her stomach, then pressed into her clit.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered into her ear.

She bit her lip to stop from screaming out. Then she felt his tip against her entrance.

“What do you want me to do?”

She couldn’t hold it back any more. “Fuck me!” she screamed. “Fuck me now!”

In a split second, she felt his cock slide into her. She was so ready, so open and inviting. “Fuck, yes,” she groaned.