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Maddie
Maddie
"Shut up and kiss me," Roland commands, his dark hair falling over his forehead, a playful smirk on his lips. I can't help but comply, my body tingling with anticipation as I feel Roland’s lips against mine and his body pressed against me as we lie in bed.
I run my hands through his hair, enjoying the feeling of his muscular chest against me. Even through his shirt, I seem to be able to feel every single muscle in his body. He bites my lower lip and I let out a soft moan, my body arching toward him. Roland takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth as his hands roam over my body.
I can feel the heat building between us, my body on fire with desire. Roland’s hands move down to my waist, his fingers trailing over my skin as he pulls me closer. I can feel his hardness pressing against me, and I know that I want him, need him, more than anything.
“Do you want me?” Roland asks, his voice husky and deep.
“Yes,” I whisper, my breath coming in short gasps.
“Tell me,” he demands, his eyes dark with desire.
“I want you,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. And I do want him. Badly.
Roland smiles, a wicked gleam in his eye. “Good,” he says and pins me against the bed. I groan as his lips find my neck, then my collarbone, his tongue running over my skin as he continues downward, his teeth lightly grazing my sensitive skin.
Roland kisses my breasts; then his fingers lightly tease my nipples before he moves his mouth lower—kissing my stomach. Then his tongue trails over my skin as he moves even lower, his hands on my thighs as he pulls my legs apart.
I moan as I feel Roland’s hot mouth against my clit, his tongue flicking over it, his hands on my hips as he pulls me closer, his fingers digging into my skin.
My back arches and my hips start grinding against Roland’s mouth as he licks me—his tongue now moving in circles over my clit as his hands hold me down. My body is on fire, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure.
“Is it good?” he asks, smiling wickedly as he takes a break and looks up at me. I’m panting wildly by now and he knows I’m only moments away from orgasm if he keeps going.
“Come on, you already know that,” I reply, my voice a hoarse whisper. I don’t know if it’s due to the sore throat or the way my body aches for Roland. Man, I don’t know if I’ve ever been this turned on before or slept with a man this commanding.
“But I want to hear you say it.”
“And what if I don’t want to?” I retort even if I’m pretty much prepared to crawl on the ground in front of him if that means he’ll fuck me.
“Then you won’t get any more of this,” he says, licking my clit again and making me call out.
“Go on, say it,” he says.
“You’re good,” I moan. “Just don’t stop.” My voice is coming out in a long, drawn-out cry as he takes me to the edge, his tongue flicking over my clit faster and faster.
“Please,” I moan, my voice pleading, as Roland pulls away, a smug smile on his face as he stands above me. I run my hands over my body, my chest heaving as I pant, aching for more. “Please,” I beg, aching for Roland to be inside me.
Roland smiles, his eyes glinting with lust as he pulls off his shirt, jeans, and boxers—his thick erection springing free. “Beg for it,” he says, his voice commanding.
“Please fuck me,” I plead, my voice shaking with desire.
Roland holds out his hand for me and pulls me up, my legs trembling as I stand. I can feel his eyes on me as he sits on the edge of the bed, his hands on his dick as he strokes it, his eyes glinting with lust as he looks at me.
I can feel my body aching for him, my pussy throbbing as Roland strokes his cock, his eyes on me.
“Get on your knees,” Roland orders, his voice low and husky.
I obey, sinking to my knees in front of him as I take his cock in my hand. I can feel the blood pulsing through it, the thick veins throbbing in my hand as I stroke it.
Roland smiles, a wicked gleam in his eye. “Ask me to fuck you,” he says. “Ask me properly.”
“Please fuck me,” I say, my voice coming out in a long moan as Roland starts playing with my tits as I continue to stroke his cock.
“That’s better,” Roland says, his voice low. “Do you want my cock?” he asks, looking at me as I touch him.
