Page 97 of The Romance Line
I give her a cocky grin. “And I was right.”
She rolls her eyes, but then says, soft again, “You were.”
I push down my jeans and my boxer briefs, freeing my eager dick. Then I sit on the couch and I pick her up so she’s straddling me. She’s naked from the waist down, but she leaves her tank on and her hoodie. It’s zipped up halfway. I don’t try to take it off. I tuck my fingers under her chin. “We can take everything at your pace,” I say, then I run my fingers along the edge of the scar I saw last week so she knows what I mean. “You know that?”
“I do, and I will.” It feels like a promise. Like she’ssaying she’ll get there—she wants to, and the look in her eyes makes my chest swell with emotion. Then, my cock swells more when she turns her gaze to the foil packet in my hand. “Why don’t you put that on so I can ride this big dick of yours?”
“Your filthy, beautiful mouth,” I praise as I open the condom, roll it down my length, then smack her ass. “Get the fuck on me. Let me show you how much I want you.”
She sinks down on my dick and inhales sharply.
I shudder. Then I unleash a long string of curses. “Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck.”
She lets her head fall back, her long hair spilling down her spine.
I grip her ass and move her up and down my cock. “Look at me while we fuck,” I tell her, my voice stern. “Look at my face. Know how much I want you. You. All of you. Every part of you.”
She rolls her lips, then nods before she murmurs, “Look at me.”
“That’s right,” I say with a dirty smile, proud of her. She keeps her gaze on me the whole time as the slap of flesh grows louder. As our bodies come closer. As I grip her ass harder. Then, as I fuck up into her, I take a chance, dipping my face to her left shoulder and pressing a reverent kiss there on the sliver of exposed skin.
She gasps.
My fingers tease at the fabric. “Can I?”
She winces, but nods a yes. I push the hoodie over to the top of her arm, revealing her flesh as I thrust into her. “Gorgeous,” I say on a raspy groan. “So fucking gorgeous.”
Her breath catches.
I kiss her there like I adore her, because I do.
I fuck her and tell her with my body that I crave her, all of her.
And she rides me, faster, harder, more furious, sending the pleasure in me kicking up. Her voraciousness is a filthy thrill.
“That’s right, sunshine. Use me. Use my dick,” I urge her.
She’s trembling and moaning as I drop a hand between her thighs, rubbing my thumb against her clit till she’s shaking in my arms and falling apart on me.
“Max,” she calls out, my name a filthy prayer as she comes.
Pleasure blasts through me in a hot burst that makes me want to come so fucking hard in her. To meet her there on the other side. But I made her a promise so I say, “Two down. One to go.”
“Get it,” she says, giving me a command.
“I fucking will,” I promise.
I ease out of her briefly, then lay her flat on her back on the couch. I settle between those perfect thighs, my hands spreading up the sides of them.
“Put my dick back in you. I want to watch as you slide my cock into this perfect wet pussy,” I say as I reach for her hand.
Covering it with mine.
Bringing it to my throbbing dick.
Her lips part as she grips the base and guides me back to the pink paradise between her thighs. I stare until my cock disappears inside her once more.
Where it belongs.