“No. Stay,” he said sternly, resuming his touch of the growing bulge under the towel.
This was the game, to be claimed by the caveman. She had the option of trying to escape until he decided to stop playing the nice Neanderthal. Then he’d stop waiting and simply take what he wanted from her.
To test her theory, she attempted to sit up, and a large, firm hand pushed her back onto the bed.
“Bad. No. Bad,” her caveman admonished her in a decisive tone. Rather than giving her any additional opportunity to make a break for it, he climbed on top of her, straddling her. His stiff cock laid against her hip, a trickle of precum smearing her bare skin.
She was far more bare a second later because he stripped the t-shirt from her. With disturbing ease, he shredded the shirt and used its remains to bind her wrist above her head to the headboard.
Clarissa tugged at her new bounds, confirming they weren’t too tight. “Let me go.”
Those whisky colored eyes glittered in the dim light, and he loomed over her, one thumb brushing her panting lips. “No. Mine.”
His large hand roamed down the front of her chest before resting on the peaked nipple of her left breast. He flicked the tip, sending sparks to her core, and she arched back involuntarily. “Soft. Nice.”
She chewed her lip in a weak show of resistance, which was the last thing she wanted to do. “No. No.”
Roan ignored her and began playing with both of her breasts in a way intended to crumble her defenses. “Pretty. Pretty. Like this?”
Yes, she very much liked it. Wrong character. “Stop.”
Technically, he obeyed, in a fashion, because he scooted his body off hers in order to suckle one tip into his mouth. Without his weight holding her down, she writhed against his sensual assault, moaning and shifting. This was what she’d requested—a big, buff caveman to take her whether she wanted it or not.
Roan’s mouth was relentless, switching from side to side at his leisure. His position, where he framed her with his hands and knees, kept her from gaining purchase against his body. She could brush him with glancing movements, feeling his radiating heat yet not enveloped. Her body craved what he was giving her and what he was denying her.
Without warning her, he climbed off, leaving her cold and crying out in protest. “What? What are you doing?”
He paced at the end of the bed, posture communicating his enjoyment of drinking in what must have been her very flushed skin. That right hand of his was back under the towel, stroking where the fabric tented.
Still not speaking, he knelt at the end of the bed and gripped her legs to pull her toward him. It stretched the tie more, trapping her arms in full extension.
Clarissa’s thighs spread unbidden, trained so well by him to display how ready she was for him. It was a near certainty that she’d orgasm the moment his erection breached her entrance. From the way he was staring at her most intimate part, he might not even need to touch her. She was helpless, open for him to take at his leisure.
Instead of jumping on her, he scooted forward and gave her exposed labia a quick swipe of his tongue. At her hiss, he keened, “Sweet.”
“Please,” she begged, her slick center dripping freely onto that single sheet.
“Not ready.” He set his skilled caveman mouth to the task of licking and sucking, with obvious enjoyment of the taste of her juices. He didn’t stop when the first orgasm swept over her, a scream of ecstasy, unable to arch as ate her out.
“Too much. Too much. Stop.” His hands kept her pinned, his mouth inescapable, drinking deeper in her soaked core. Her hips bucked in a plea for both relief and to draw him deeper.
She couldn’t stop him. She wouldn’t stop him. She didn’t want to stop him.
The caveman was readying her for his possession. He was preparing her to take his entire length the way he decided, when he decided, how he decided.
Once he added two fingers into her channel, the second orgasm overwhelmed her, leading to a full throated shriek, “Roan!”
Just like that, he released her, standing over the bed again. “Good. Good.”
Then he unbelted the towel, dropping it to the floor to reveal a monster erection. “Now ready. Good girl.”
Some of her favorite words.
Wait, the caveman was about to have his way with her. She needed to whine, even if her true feelings betrayed her by lifting her hips in invitation. Her body craved him filling her with that massive cock.
“No. We can’t. Stop.”
Roan ignored her token objection and stood. He cupped her ass and dragged her hips forward. It tightened the t-shirt even more, guaranteeing no possibility of her creating any leverage. Then he shot forward, penetrating her deep.
