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And that’s what I give it. That’s what I givehim. Making up the weeks we were apart by treating him to the best dick sucking he’s ever had.
That’s the closest I’ll come to saying ‘I’m sorry.’
“Sin,” he pants, his breath coming in quick pants, his large chest heaving. “Fuck, Sin. I’ve missed this. Missed you.” He inches his heavy mass to the back of my throat. I take him. All of him. I want him to shoot—
He withdraws to sit back on his legs. I bite back a groan of frustration. A pre-cum bubble hangs off his tip for a second before it pops, splattering my tits in his fluid. My skin tingles where it lands and I shiver.
Royce watches me with hooded eyes, which tells me nothing of what he is feeling. “How do you want it, Sin? You decide.” He pinches my right breast, making my back arch with the sting of it. “You want it fast and rough?” He leans over me once more to place a sweet kiss on my lips. “Or do you want it nice and slow?”
I actually take a second to think about it. I’d experienced nice and slow with Royce after my shoulder healed. I still remember how extremely satisfactory that session was.
However, I didn’t approach him that night in New Orleans for “nice and slow.”
I did so for the danger I sensed in him. The darkness.
It’s what I crave.
Not sure why I do. There wasn’t an incident that I went through that made me this way. Rough sex is just my flavor; it is like preferring rocky road ice cream over plain vanilla.
So, that’s what I tell him. In no uncertain terms.
“I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk. I want your tongue on my clit, and after I come, I want it thrust inside my mouth. Give me your dick, deep inside my pussy, pounding me hard and fast until I scream out your name.”
And damn, if that isn’t exactly what he does.
After a day and a half of sex, eating, laughing, and talking, it’s all I can do to drag myself out of bed on Monday morning.
It’s game time.
Royce and Thomas will confront Melinda while I tell my team that I’m in a relationship with the big boss.
On Sunday, Royce and I had argued most of the day about whether he was my boss “three times removed” or “to the third power.”
I told him if he came before I did as we sixty-nined each other, we would have to use my wording instead of his.
I’m happy to say I lost. Twice.
“Where are you going, Sin? It’s not time to get up yet,” Royce grumbles, a pillow half covering his head. What sleep I managed to get was interrupted by him holding me so tight, I couldn’t get comfortable, and when I would try to move... well, we ended up having sex.
I place my hands on my bare hips, right above the bruises he left. “Until you become a woman, don’t tell me how long I need to take to get ready.”
He blinks at me a couple of times and asks, “If I were a woman, would you still want me?”
The question is a no-brainer. It’s not what he has, it is who he is. If his soul were wrapped in a woman’s body, then I’d surely go to bat for the other team.
And that’s what I tell him, without hesitation. “You bet I would...Samantha.”
Latitude
Genesis
Royce,whoclaimedhe’dnever been late for anything in his life, made me late getting into the office.
At my admission, he threw back the covers to bounce out of the bed like a jackrabbit in a field of grass. Dude was on me before I could tell him to stop.
Not that I wanted him to.
Especially after he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder firefighter style and said, “We’re going to take a shower.”
