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She sucked in a sharp breath at the touch and arched her back deeper, pressing her tits against my chest harder. I let my hands continue to roam along the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips. One hand traveled around to cup her firm round ass as the other grabbed behind her knee and hiked her leg up, hooking it around my hip so the stiffness of my dick behind my jeans would press right against her center. I thrust forward as I bit down gently on the cord of her neck, gripping her ass tight and pushing her harder against me.
I still knew every button to push, every nob to turn to set her off. To make her wild and drive her out of her mind, and I was pushing and twisting every single one, working her up to the point she wouldn’t be able to think past her need for me.
“Christ, baby,” I groaned against her ear. “I need to taste you so bad I can’t see straight.”
“Mmm Roan,” she sighed, her hips working against mine, her body on tenterhooks and chasing after what it needed most. What only I could give her.
“Let me taste you, Alma,” I pleaded, pulling back in order to look into her glazed, hooded eyes. “Tell me I can get on my knees right now and eat your pussy until you come all over my face.”
“Please,” she begged. “Please, Roan. Do it now. I need you.” And just like that, all my self-control flew out the window.
I dropped to my knees right there in her kitchen, my mouth watering at the thought of having her taste on my tongue. My fingers wrapped around the waistband of those tiny goddamn shorts that had been driving me out of my fucking head all evening, and I slowly pulled them down her thighs. The pale pink thong she wore underneath was so goddamn tiny it barely covered her pussy. I could smell her arousal, feel the heat from her core.
I leaned forward and inhaled deeply. Nothing in the world smelled better than my woman when she was turned on. A gust of air burst past my lips, blowing against her and making her whimper. She was so wet it left a dark spot at the center of her panties. I dragged my tongue across that spot and groaned as her taste burst in my mouth.
“Fuck, so good,” I moaned as she reached back and gripped the edge of the counter so tight her knuckles turned white.
Fisting the sides of her thong, I twisted the flimsy material until it ripped and threw the useless scrap over my shoulder, baring her pussy to me.
“Roan, please,” she panted desperately. “I need to come.”
That was all she had to say. I dove in, dragging my tongue through her drenched slit, lapping up her arousal. She cried out at that first swipe and continued to let out the most intoxicating sounds as I feasted on her cunt, alternating between fucking her with my tongue and sucking on her clit.
I could feel the pre-cum dripping from the tip of my cock. I wanted her so goddamn bad I could have gotten off with nothing more that the taste of her in my mouth, but I wanted to save that for when I was buried deep inside her.
Needing to get her off, to hear her come, I stuffed two fingers inside her, curving them until they brushed against a spot inside her that had her fisting my hair so tight it felt like she might rip it out. I kept at it, rubbing her from the inside as I circled her clit with my tongue.
Alma rocked against my face, her movements frantic as she chased her orgasm, fucking herself on my tongue and fingers. I could feel her walls squeezing tighter, fluttering with her impending release.
I looked up at her, wanting to watch her face the whole time as I drove her wild. Her eyes met mine as she draped a leg over my shoulder and yanked me closer to her core.
“Yes,” she moaned. “God, yes, Roan. Just like that. I’m about to come, baby.”
Fuck me, but I was too if she didn’t stop talking. She was too perfect, in every way.
The look of awe I could never forget, not for a single moment, filled her eyes. The tiny little grin, full of pleasure, tugged at her lips. Then it happened. She clamped down on my fingers and threw her head back as she came, crying my name so loud it rang through the kitchen, bouncing off the tile floors and marble countertops. I kept at her until there was absolutely nothing left, until she would have sunk to the floor if I wasn’t there to hold her up.
I pulled my fingers from her pussy and sucked them into my mouth, wanting every last drop of that release, then I stood from the floor.
She looked drunk as she wobbled and tipped her face up at me, that goddamn grin still in place.
“Don’t you even think of passing out,” I said on a growl. “You save that for after I fuck you.”
23
ALMA
“Don’t you even think of passing out,” he growled at me, and even though I’d just come hard enough to fry my freaking brain, I felt my core pulse, already waking up with the promise of more. “You save that for after I fuck you.”
A shiver wracked my body at his deliciously dirty words. There was something about standing before him in my kitchen, completely naked from the waist down while he remained fully dressed that just felt so... wicked.
With the most intimate part of me bared to him, swollen from his ministrations and still dripping with arousal, I should have felt exposed. But I didn’t. I felt powerful. It coursed through me, surging through my blood and making my whole body feel like a live wire.
It was then that I remembered only Roan had that gift of making me feel like the most powerful, most wanton woman on the planet when he looked at me like he was. Like he wanted to burrow down so deep inside me, he’d be a part of my marrow.
There was no missing the massive bulge in the front of Roan’s pants, and as I dragged my tongue over my bottom lip, putting it between my teeth and biting down, I palmed his hard cock through his jeans, squeezing as hard as the material would allow. “Then you better hurry,” I said. Teased. Pushed him to the point of insanity just as he’d pushed me. “Because I need you inside me right now.”
A feral sound rumbled deep in his chest just before he took one step back and bent at the waist. His shoulder hit me in the stomach, and a moment later, I was being lifted up and tossed over his shoulder like a sack of flour. God, how had I forgotten how easily he used to toss me around and move me to wherever he wanted like I weighed next to nothing. It had always been thebiggestturn on.
