Page 88 of The Agreement

Harder, came the first plea.

More, she demanded.

How could he not give her what she wanted? She raised herself a little, just enough to watch the sight of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. One of her hands fisted into the sheets as her breaths came ragged and quick, the low whine building in the back of her throat the longer she watched him fuck her. Then, when his thrusts became even stronger, she collapsed back on the bed with a broken sigh.

He heard it, though.

That satisfaction.

She was getting exactly what she wanted.

He could go on forever. As long as it took to make her come, and then some.

Karine moaned his name, the sound pure bliss coming out of her mouth. She shook while he took control of her, rolling her hips into him with a hard grip on her waist at every thrust.

He wondered if they were battling each other to see who would cave first. Roman smirked at the idea—he could do this all night. Every time he felt that telltale tightening of his balls, he pulled himself back by focusing on her large eyes. Still locked on him. By reminding himself how much she needed this. And how much he wanted it even more.

They both tried to be quiet, but it was pointless. Her heady moans came in a crescendo, and he couldn’t stop the groans of approval at the woman beneath him. She was good—knew how to work her body, and yet she still let him take what he wanted, how he wanted at the same time.

It was only when her lips parted into an O-shape, and her head tipped back for her eyes to fly wide at the ceiling above, that he felt it. Those tremors working their way through her body stilled as her spine curved high off the bed.

Her toes curled.

She breathed his name again.

She came hard—he fucked her through it, too. The milking contractions of her orgasm sent him over the edge as her moans started to soften. He barely managed to pull out of her in time to spill his release along her clenching stomach with the help of a couple jerks of his hand.

A fucking waste.

That should have been in her.

The very nature of his thoughts silenced him—from his mind, to any words he might have said. Nothing came out. He couldn’t remember the last time he had paid so much attention to a woman’s orgasm that he noticed how her lower lip trembled when she came, or how her eyelids fluttered as she came down from her high.

But he also didn’t look away.

Couldn’t.

Realizing he’d pulled out of her to come, Karine pressed her legs tightly together, and dared to put a hand over her face like she was embarrassed.

For what?

That she had allowed herself to feel good.

Because she took what she wanted?

Roman didn’t care to see her shame, and wanted her to experience what she just had again instead. Before she’d said a thing, he was already down on his knees between her legs.

Her loud inhale reached his spot when he pulled her legs apart once more.

“What are you—”

Her words faded, but his mouth was already on her. That taste he’d been waiting for was everything he’d imagined, and then some. Tart and hot on his tongue, he lapped from her slit to her clit while he watched her from between her thighs. Karine had pulled herself up on her elbows, but soon fell back on the bed with a thump.

Roman pressed his mouth to the hot core of her pussy, sliding his tongue into her next as she whimpered and twisted against the sheets. While he sucked on her, his mouth flooding with the flavor of her juices, his thumb found her swollen clit.

Already sensitive from one orgasm, Karine cried out louder than ever, dark pleasure coating every sound. Her body arched up, and she grabbed his head, weaving her fingers in his dark hair until her fingernails scratched along his scalp.

She could leave marks.