He was evil.
But he was going to find the bottom of my kitchen...so I probably needed to be polite at the very least...and he was using my own characters to tease me. That showed what a good reader he was...and it made him very polite too.
Yep, there was no way around it—I had to bounce on the pole.
Oh well.
“Yes, Sir.” With the logic firmly in place, I rocked into his fist, thrusting up and coming back down like I was impaling myself on the invisible cock we were both imagining. “It’s...you’re...”
God, his hands were so big.
And tight.
And rough.
I heard myself whimpering as I thrust into his fist, but I couldn’t have stopped it even if I’d wanted to.
“It’s so thick it burns, doesn’t it?” Rohan’s voice purred the words out like he knew how good it felt. “And knowing how he’ll punish you if you stop makes it even better. You’re trying to look like a sweet, innocent sub but he knows you better than that.”
Fuck.
Fuck.
I’d come if he did it.
I’d shatter.
There’d be nothing left.
Oh wow.
One pinch to the head of my shaft was all it took to send white heat through me and everything in me did a hard reset as my orgasm fired off like a rocket. I couldn’t tell where the pain stopped and the pleasure began, but it didn’t matter because my ability to think was gone.
When the rush of sensations had faded and reality was slowly tuning back in, Rohan had me leaning back in his arms and my legs were tangled up in my jeans as they sprawled out down the bed. He was rocking me side to side and making a low hum that made me think of writing about loving Daddies who were wonderfully naughty.
“I’m a badass writer. I knew that scene was awesome.”
That probably shouldn’t have been the first thing out of my mouth, but Rohan had broken my filter and it’d take me a while to find where it’d wandered off to. “Sorry?”
Was that the right response?
His chuckle made me question that, but it sounded so happy and silly I knew I didn’t need to worry about pissing him off. “Yes, you are a badass writer with a wonderfully dirty imagination.”
Yes, that too.
“If you’re as good at organizing and cleaning as you are at orgasms, my house is going to look awesome.”
Oh, was that rude?
Nope.
He laughed.
Maybe I’d finally found someone who thought I was funny and not nuts? I hadn’t thought they actually existed, but itseemed I was wrong about that. It made me wonder if I was wrong about aliens and bundt cakes too.
“Now I just have to decide if the wonderfully naughty author has decorated the bed enough or if we’re going to need to milk you.”
Oh dear.
