Page 26 of Hate On

And he moved in her, hard and fast, the head of his cock stroking against her G-spot. She mewled, the sound breathless as he pushed her straight into another orgasm.

A deep groan wrenched out of him and he thrust into her, his cock wedged deep and high inside her. The head pulsed and jerked and she whimpered at the feeling, helpless as her own orgasm dragged on and on.

When the storm of sensation finally lifted, she was so drained, the muscles in her legs threatened to give out as he lowered her to the floor. She ended up sagging against him and he laughed weakly. “You’re going to make me carry you, aren’t you?”

“Um,” she murmured.

He swept her up in his arms and stood there a moment. “I was going to ask you to carry me.”

“Um.”

“You’re good for my ego, Julianna.”

“Hmmm…”

* * *

She wokeup a few hours later and turned to him. Roman’s arms came around her as she pressed her mouth to his and whispered, “Where are the condoms?”

He reached out toward the table, but she was more awake and beat him to it.

Tossing the blankets back, she stared at him in the light coming in through the expansive, floor-to-ceiling windows that showcased the New York City skyline like a jewel. Muscles in his belly went taut as she stroked a hand up his hip, her fingers playing over his flesh.

Something that might have been regret tried to form in the back of her mind but she shoved it down. She’d have time for that later. Right now, they still had time together and she wanted to enjoy it. Regrets were for when it was over.

Holding the condom in one hand, she bent over him and pressed her lips to his cock. “May I?”

“You think any man alive would say no?”

She laughed softly and opened her mouth to take him inside, humming at the taste of him. Taking her time, she learned the feel of him, his length and width in an all-new way, easing her way into it before finally taking him all the way to the back of her throat.

“Fuck,” he grunted out, his fingers threading through her hair as he arched up.

She covered his hand with hers, urging him on, and when he began to move his hips upward, she shuddered a little. He was careful at first, learning her limit and using his hand to mark it, then he began to move faster, pumping up and down as she sucked on him.

His breaths came quicker and his cock pulsed in her mouth. She pressed her tongue to the thick vein on the underside and sucked harder.

Roman pulled her off and she let him, but not without a little regret.

Resting her cheek on his thigh, she felt a tremor go through him.

A pang echoed down in her belly and she sat up, but when she went to tear open the condom, Roman took it from her. “Let me return the favor,” he said, spilling her onto her back.

She gasped as he settled between her thighs, pressing his mouth to her slick, wet pussy.

“Is all this for me?” he whispered against her folds.

She whimpered and arched up against him, greedy already.

He didn’t make her wait.

He licked at her, a greedy growl escaping him as he slid his hands under her hips and lifted her more completely against him.

Pleasure lashed and tore through her as he feasted on her, using teeth and tongue with erotic skill.

He brought her to the edge, over and over, but each time backed off just before she could come and she shoved her hands into his hair, tugging sharply. “You’re just being mean now,” she said accusingly.

“No…I’m drawing out the pleasure,” he said against her cunt.