Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
There wasn’t a part of him that wasn’t toned, ripped, and defined. He was wholly male, and I had never felt more out of control than I did right now.
A low rumble left him, and he flattened his tongue at the base of my throat and dragged it up slowly.
When he leaned back, I opened my eyes and stared at him.
“You see what you do to me?”
I lowered my gaze to travel down his defined abdomen and stopped when I saw his hard cock. I opened my mouth but didn’t know if I’d actually say something. But before any words came out, Roman had his upper body pressed back on mine and started thrusting a little faster against me, my pussy lips hugging his length, and the tip of his dick sliding along my clit every time he thrust up.
He had his mouth back on mine, kissing, licking, sucking me until I felt feverish. He cupped one bared breast, rolled the nipple between his thumb and index finger, and moved to the next. He did this repeatedly while continuing to press against me, over and over again until I was mindless with need.
Spreading my legs even wider so he could settle his hips between them, I felt the air leave me when all of his weight pressed me into the bed. Seconds later, he braced himself on his forearms by my head and lifted his upper body partially up. He never took his gaze from me.
He shifted so our bellies weren’t touching anymore and looked down the length of my body. And then he reached between our bodies and cupped my pussy, using his fingers to part my folds. A soft sound of need left me.
“I want to lick your pussy, baby. I want to lick you until you come all over my face,” he murmured.
He started moving his fingers up and down my pussy, parting my lips and brushing against my clit. I was burning alive, and there was no escape. He leaned forward and trailed his lips down my body and stopped when he got between my thighs. His warm breath brushed along my cleft, and even though I should have felt some semblance of self-consciousness that his face was so close to that part of me, I felt nothing but unrestrained desire.
“God. Roman. Yes.” Neck arching, hands fisting into the sheets, and the breath leaving me violently, I tried to control myself. It was no use though.
When he ran the tip of his tongue along the opening of my pussy, a tremor worked its way through me. He ran his tongue up my cleft, circled my clit until I was thrashing my head back and forth, and dragged the muscle back down to the opening where he slowly penetrated me.
“Fuck, I knew you’d taste like this,” Roman murmured against my soaked flesh. He took his thumbs, pulled my lips apart, and started to devour me in rapid, long licks. His grunts sent vibrations right to my clit, having me on the precipice of climaxing. I was close to coming again. I tensed, trying to hold off because I didn’t want this to end.
“You’re mine.” He grunted those words out.
I reached out and grabbed a chunk of his hair with both of my hands, pulling on the short strands.
“God, yes,” I moaned. I said those two words over and over again, like a mantra.
“Come for me. Let go. Don’t fight it.” And then he attacked my pussy even harder. He groaned and pulled away an inch, causing me to gasp. “I want you to come so fucking bad, Kennedy.”
He didn’t even need to be eating me out to get me off. He just needed to breathe in my direction and I was turned on, ready to explode.
And then I was undone.
I continued tugging on the short, silky strands of his hair as my climax tore through me. Roman never once stopped licking and sucking at me. And when he added a thick finger into my already clenching body right as I was about to come, I didn’t stop from crying out.
My orgasm felt never-ending, soul searing, breath stealing. It seemed to go on forever, and only when I became too sensitive, only when I pushed Roman away did I catch my breath.
When the tremors left me all I could do was lie there, trying to come back to reality. He removed his finger from my still clenching pussy, moved up my body, and kissed me. His tongue tangled with mine and the flavor of me, of what he’d just been doing, mixed with everything that was Roman.
His erection was thick and long, hard and prodding right between my thighs. I closed my eyes and lifted my hips slightly, trying to get him to fuck me again, to slide in deep, to claim me. But I felt firm fingers grip my chin. I opened my eyes, staring into his, my lips parted, his mouth so close to mine.