by Snow, Nicole
It was like he'd forgotten how good I tasted, and he never wanted to again.
His hands slid beneath me, cupping my ass, and squeezed. My legs instinctively wrapped around him, and I moaned when he broke the kiss, bringing his marvelous mouth to the nook of my neck.
Teeth. Fireworks. A molten heat like nothing I'd felt for two years exploded in my core.
His huge cock rubbed me through his jeans. I didn't know whether to shred our clothes this instant, or just let him keep going, forcing me to come right through my panties and skirt.
“Fuck, babe,” he growled, breaking the love bite near my throat. “You know how bad I've been starving for this? I'm dying, ever since I got my brand on you.”
“Not half as bad as me,” I whimpered, fixing my eyes on his. Then the bad girl took over. “Fuck me, Roman. I want you inside me so fast and hard it wipes away the last two years. I want you to fuck the bitterness right out of my heart, fuck away the pain, fuck me blind until I can't see anything except the future.”
His lips peeled back and he growled. He leaned up, throwing his cut off, before peeling off the Grizzlies MC shirt underneath. The roaring bear emblazoned on his chest showed itself, and so did half a dozen other rough MC symbols, swords and skulls and thorns inked on his beautiful skin.
“God, I've missed this. You've added to the canvass, I see.” I ran my fingers over the new additions near his abs, a 1% sign in a diamond patch, dripping like black blood.
I'd noticed them before, of course, all the other times he'd been walking around shirtless. But for the first time since he'd moved in, since we'd reconciled, they were all mine. I could study his incredible body in all the detail I wanted – at least until I couldn't do anything except beg for his cock.
“Bring those hands lower, babe. There's another surprise.”
He grabbed my hand and guided it down to the ridge tenting his jeans. His fingers squeezed over mine, making me feel his cock. I shuddered, and then jerked up when I felt something small and unnatural near the tip of his cock.
“What the hell?” I swallowed and grinned. “Jesus, is that what I think it is?”
His hands ripped at his belt and he shoved his jeans down, then worked off his boxers, the smile on his face growing. “You tell me, woman. Put your hot little tongue on my dick. Think about how the new improvement's gonna feel inside you.”
Orders, orders. And I couldn't help but comply. He leaned on the bed, helping me up with his hands, then running one hand through my hair, balling several thick blonde strands in his fist.
I rubbed my thumb over his swollen, angry head, finding that little stud. Jesus, it was real after all.
A small, cool, very metallic bead planted dead in the center of his tip. Just imagining all the ways it would feel inside me made my clit burn. I looked up at him as I loosened my lips, stroking his massive length, opening wide to draw him into my mouth.
Roman groaned and lifted his hips when I swallowed him. Pure, rich, masculine heat bathed my tongue. I started to work him slow and steady, circling underneath his head, taking as much as I could.
I hadn't sucked cock for years, and all I knew about sucking it was exactly what he'd taught me. But my brain tingled as the memories came back. I remembered the two tender spots around his crown that always drove him crazy, and I aimed for them with my tongue, swirling and moving my head rhythmically.
“Oh, fuck. Keep going, baby girl. I tried to forget how good you sucked all those nights in prison.” He pushed my head into him, increasing his pressure. “My cock never did. Putting a piercing through this mean motherfucker doesn't change shit. It remembers, babe, and it wants every goddamned inch of you.”
I moaned. I seriously wondered if my panties had completely disintegrated in the hot, wet mess steaming underneath my skirt. No man's filthy words turned me on like his.
Even when I'd kissed Beam that fateful day, it wasn't the same. His lips were hollow, weak, meaningless.
I didn't want to admit it then, but now I knew for sure – Roman owned me. He took me over the minute he knocked me up, magnetizing me to his flesh, making me respond at some wicked, primal level no man could ever match.
My nipples hurt like they had clothespins pinching them underneath my shirt. I tried to focus on sucking them, but I lifted one hand up, working off my bra for dear relief.
No sooner than I popped the clasp, Roman reached for my fist, tugging my hand back to his thigh. “Keep your hands on my cock, girl. I'll do the rest when I'm good and ready.”
I sucked him for a couple more minutes. He closed his eyes, the growls in his throat rumbling like a nascent avalanche, building toward the inevitable crescendo.
His hands fell behind my head, holding me there, tight and perfect for fucking my mouth. His hips picked up speed. I couldn't help but think about how hard he'd stroke me later with that little bead mounted on his tip.
Could sex actually be dangerous? I worried how my body would react, how good he'd feel deep inside me. But it couldn't be worse than delaying the sweet release any longer, right?
I wasn't sure, but I was going to find out. If he killed me with pleasure tonight, then at least I'd die happy.
“Fuck, babe, the way you move your lips...” His fist jerked on my hair and his hips slammed to a stop, deep in my mouth. I thought he was going to come, but he pulled my lips off him instead, inhaling so hard his huge chest ballooned.
“Good?” I asked, wiping my mouth.
“Just half as good as your pussy's gonna feel wrapped around it. Get that shit off now.” His hands fell all over me, ripping at my shirt, throwing my bra behind him.
One rough hand tugged at my skirt, and I rolled on the bed to help him. When it was halfway down, his opposite hand felt the soaked lace between my legs, and his satisfied thunder rolled into my ear.
“You're wet as fuck, aren't you?”
“Isn't that a given?” I bit my lip, all I could do to stop myself from coming as his hand cupped my mound, feeling my heat, my wetness.
He laughed, low and throaty, sending a fresh sensual chill up my spine. “Careful playing smartass, babe. My cock's so riled up I'll fuck that sass right outta you if it keeps up. The only lip I wanna hear right now is how loud you scream when I fuck you right through the floor.”
God! I quaked when his fingers wrapped around my waistband. In one fluid jerk, they tore down my thighs, so quick I felt air rush over my pussy.
I was totally exposed, but not for long.
A new heat smothered the firestorm building in my pussy. His fingers rubbed my folds and pushed deep inside me, all in one stroke, just as his thumb found my clit. He had his finger on the trigger now, and I was thoroughly fucked in all the best ways.
Well, maybe all of them except one.
“You're not getting this dick 'til I'm good and ready, babe. I'm gonna savor you. It's been two years. Two fucked up years straight from the pit of hell. You know how often I jacked off to this in the slammer? How many times I thought about pinching these tits, how hard I'd make your sweet cunt gush when I got the fuck out? I wanna taste you everywhere. Fingers, lips, teeth, tongue. Give it the fuck up.”
Holy shit.
My hips began grinding into his hand as he fucked me with his fingers. Oh, fuck. I didn't have a clue, but judging by the insane edge in his voice, it must've been hundreds.
His other hand reached around and covered one breast. He tightened his hold, pinching one nipple between his fingers, never letting up on my pussy for a second.
Heat rushed into my head like lava. I wasn't going to last long at all like this, especially if he didn't –
Stop. What the hell?
My thighs were shaking as they gripped his hand, too low now to tease my pussy. A minute must've passed. His free hand moved to my other breast, plumping the lonely nipple there soft again, making me tingle in all the right ways and teasing me in the worst.
“Come back, baby. Come back, Travis,” I murmured, knowing I was p
laying with fire using his real name. Hey, he'd said it was fair game in the bedroom, right? “Please. You're killing me.”
“That begging's hot, babe, but I've had my fill. Roll over and spread your legs. I'll decide how and when to fuck you. Right now, I'm thinking my hands aren't going anywhere near your clit again 'til you come on my mouth.”
Oh, God.
Before I could even think about protesting, he flipped me over, shifted between my legs, and ran his rough stubble up my right thigh.
The wild sensation should've prepared me for his tongue sliding through my slit a second later, but of course it didn't. Two years untouched by a man – especially this man – left me a near virgin mess, trembling from the shock.
His lips consumed me, hot and overwhelming, hellbent on making me lose control. And it didn't take much.
He shook his head between my legs like a wild animal. The earthquake spread to my thighs.
Too intense. Too fucking good. It was everything I'd missed, and so much more.
My legs tried to quiver shut from the insane shock, and his hands caught my thighs, shoving them apart. Nothing was stopping him from owning me the way he wanted, forcing me to come all over his mouth.
Not that I needed much encouragement. Several more rough licks focused around my clit did me in. In one wet flash, my muscles tensed, winding up like a spring deep inside me, ready to give it up.
“Travis. Roman! God!” My fingers grabbed for the sheets and balled them as tight as I could.
I couldn't think. Couldn't resist. Couldn't even remember to breathe.
The white hot ball inside me exploded, pulsing through my nerves in one go, making me convulse from head to toe. Yes, especially the toes, which curled over his shoulders. Roman's fingers dug into my legs and pulled me tighter, pushing his tongue deep, all the better to fuck me while I gushed into his mouth.
I came with lightning crisscrossing every inch of my body, shearing me with the pleasure I'd been deprived of for two whole fucking years. Maybe I came harder because I thought it was going to be denied forever.
He'd taken me back, and this time, he wasn't letting go.
I twitched and writhed and came for him, twisting my head from side to side, tearing at the sheets. Slowly, his licks softened, and I started to come down from the stormy heavens.
My lungs sucked in badly needed air. My muscles squirmed with sorely needed relief, but there was still a strange tingle behind everything, a background static in my body that wouldn't be switched off until I had his cock, his come, his everything buried inside me again.
I blinked and looked down at him, reaching one hand toward his face. He raised himself up when I grazed his cheek, admiring the masculine sandpaper on his hard face.
“You come just as hard as I remember. It's fucking beautiful. I could watch you lose it for a thousand years and I'd still want more. No bullshit.”
I smiled, slid my legs along his muscular sides, opening wide for him. “Hmm. Better watch me again. I want you inside me, baby.”
A savage flicker lit his handsome dark eyes. He lifted my legs high, grabbed my ankles in his massive hands, tilting me back, open and achingly ready.
“I'm not gonna stop after one round,” he growled. “Fair warning. You got any idea what two years of blue balls for the best pussy in the world does to a man?”
The look on his face was almost scary. I shook my head. It didn't stop me from reaching for the huge hard-on jutting out between his legs, wrapping my fingers around it, and squeezing my desire.
No, I didn't have a clue. But I absolutely wanted to find out.
“Fuck me,” I whispered. “Let it all out. Claim me like your old lady, Roman. I want it all, inside and out.”
He looked at me for another breathless second. Then his hips rolled forward, and he shoved my hand off his cock, replacing it with his own fist. He guided the pierced head of his angry length to my entrance, snapping his hips forward when he found the right angle.
He filled me in one fluid thrust. My pussy tightened around him, fit him just as well as it had before. Having Caleb hadn't ruined anything.
Hell, I had to bite my lip and push back to take every inch, easing him into me. My wet pussy needed time and practice to hold him just right, and his first few strokes were almost painful as they glided through me. Deep, hard, hissing with desire.
I moaned, stretching to spread my thighs, opening wider. His thrusts quickened amazingly fast, plowing into me, like a hurricane picking up speed.
His movements matched his words. He fucked me like a man who'd been starving, a man who hadn't known a woman's touch for years. Yes, he'd had at least one stinking skank in between, but they weren't what he wanted.
It was me.
I couldn't imagine him moving this way with them. He fucked me like he wanted it with every fiber of his being, rearing up and slamming into me, charging his hips into me. The new bed slapped underneath us, lifting my ass up and crashing it into the mattress again.
Jesus. Don't stop, Roman. Keep fucking me.
It felt too good to say the words. I couldn't do anything but moan, clenching him tight, wondering how may seconds I'd last before I screamed.
About twenty. Roughly the same number of thrusts he leveled into me, each one harder than the last, growling a little more every time he drove to my depths.
His pierced tip scratched an itch I didn't know I had. It glided through me, seamless as the rest of him, teasing my walls like nothing ever had.
No vibrator, no dildo, nothing matched this freak of a dick inside me, and I freaking loved it.
His balls slapped my ass harder as he hit full force. I was coming apart each time he drove it home, and then in one last fiery collision, I lost it. My moans became howls. My legs pinched around him like a vise, digging into his granite muscle, desperate to hold on for the grand finale.
“Come the fuck all over my dick, babe,” he growled, reaching one hand behind my head and fisting my hair. “Let it all out. Make your pussy milk my balls dry.”
The dirty talk slayed me. I thought I'd come myself blind when his tongue was lapping at my clit, but now his cock taught me different each time he drove deep, stroking my little bud with his pubic bone. One more stroke sent me straight to ecstasy.
I couldn't dream of holding out. I tightened up, locked onto him as hard as I could, and screamed bloody murder.
Holy fucking hellfire!
The convulsions hit like a tsunami. My pussy gushed, pinched, and sucked at his cock. He fucked me faster through the climax, fucked me until the entire world rocked and churned around me. I threw my head back as he jerked my hair in my hands, loving the burn, feeling the fire roasting me from all directions.
This orgasm ripped into shrapnel, searing every distant nerve, kissing my blood with hot lava.
And just when I thought it peaked, his manic thrusts stopped, but he wasn't done. He roared, holding me against the bed with all the power in his hips, burying himself to the hilt.
His massive cock swelled impossibly bigger. Then he pulsed, jerked inside me, and I felt the first molten pump, the seed flowing into me in one magma jet after another.
Oh, fuck! Save me.
But nothing could do that now except spiraling face first into another orgy of release. I rocked, grunted, came, and shrieked like a mad woman as his cock exploded inside me. Our animal voices meshed just like our bodies, two energies colliding into one, creating something so hot and unbelievable I could barely comprehend it.
No, I couldn't even try.
Not while he was still pumping his seed in my womb, flooding me, spilling his essence into my raw pleasure.
I knew the risk. He'd fucked his way through my protection before, I prayed it would work this time.
But I didn't pray for the pills to do their job this time until it was all over. For just one second, locked in our flaming release, I wanted him to knock me up again.
My body knew damned well what it wanted, and
this insane thrill tore me apart. I needed his come inside me, and my greedy pussy milked him just like he commanded me to.
He stayed hard inside me long after the spasms stopped. Roman leaned down, buried my lips in his, plunging his tongue in and out of my mouth. Coming hadn't slowed him down one bit.
He led my tongue in a mouth-to-mouth fuck with the same hot vigor his cock used inside me just minutes ago.
“I fucking love your body, babe. It's goddamned crack.”
And I fucking love you.
I almost said it. Something made me bite my tongue.
It wasn't time for that yet, and – Jesus! – was he really still hard? The man was a fuck machine, and it wasn't an exaggeration.
His hips shifted into me in small, shallow strokes, beginning to thrust all over again. He kissed me again. This time I bit his lip, the roughest tease I could manage.
“Up on your hands and knees, Sally,” he growled.
“You really don't need a break?”
“I had my break behind bars. I already told you – we're fucking all night, every night, as long as you're wearing my brand. We both know I've missed too many nights already. We're fucking double to make up for all the lost time.”
Smiling, I rolled as he reluctantly pulled out, and his strong hands helped me into line. I hoped he'd at least let me have a few solid hours of sleep in between this long night of frenzied sex and feeding Caleb at the crack of dawn.
No luck. Unless you call lucky being fucked by a badass half a dozen times before he even let up – and maybe I did.
Roman fucked me with every molecule of the full dizzying force his massive body had to offer. My breasts swung wild beneath me as he thrust, slamming into me, slapping my clit with his heavy balls each time he went deep.
I'd heard plenty about the G-spot, but I never knew where mine was until that little silver bead in his cock stroked me at just the right angle. Everything between my legs billowed up in a hot, tense mess. He ripped my head up by the hair in his fist, just in time to scream.
“Holy. Fucking. Christ!”
A new sensation tore through my pussy. Hot lightning shattered me whole, made me lose control. Roman fucked faster, hurling me off the cliff into the pleasure zone. My clit sang, and I felt myself losing something hot and wet all over him and the sheets.
