Page 32 of Prey

My hand found one tit through her shirt, and I played with it, squeezing slightly before my finger sought out her hard nipple, loving how she responded to me instinctively.

Her foot slid restlessly against my legs as she moaned in response, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, bringing me in closer so that I couldn’t escape, even if I wanted to. I didn’t.

I couldn’t imagine ever getting tired of kissing her.

I fucking loved the way she responded to me. And I loved how genuine she was. She couldn’t hide her response to me. Not with the way she blushed, or the fluttering of her eyelids to let me know how satisfied she was.

Whatever lies she might utter from her lips, her body told me the truth.

She wanted me.

She wanted this.

I kissed her harder, my lips moving against hers in brutal movements, my fingers pinching her nipples and tugging them.

A small mewl came from her lips, and I couldn’t tell if it was from pain or pleasure.

Probably both.

She loved it when I hurt her, and I fucking loved hurting her. Showing her just how out of control she made me feel, how fucking desperate I had become under her gaze.

“Baby,” I murmured against her lips. I pulled away so we could both catch our breath. I tugged on the blanket and let it fall to our feet, my eyes taking in her bare legs and rumpled shirt.

She looked so fuckable this morning, and my cock was so hard, it took everything in me not to jizz in my boxer briefs right then and there.

I wouldn’t come until I was inside her.

It hadn’t been that long since I fucked my girl, but already, I was missing this, missing her.

We were going to get back to the way things had been as Xavier and Ryleigh, only this time, we would do it as Roman and Ryleigh, and there would be no fucking secrets between us.

I would own everything.

Take everything, and what was more, she wouldwantto give me everything.

She opened her eyes and looked at me.

I didn’t say anything as I lifted the shirt off her, leaving her in nothing but white panties.

My thumb pressed down on her clit through the thin fabric, and she arched toward me, seeking more of my touch.

I leaned down and took one hard nipple in my mouth, my fingers continued to play with her, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy, only to pull away at the last minute.

“Roman,” she complained.

I closed my eyes.

“Say my name again,” I said, pulling her panties to the side and exposing her.

She whimpered when I gently pressed the tip of my fingers against her entrance.

“Roman.”

Her hips rocked up and down against me, and I smiled, leaning down, nipping and sucking on the skin on her neck, her collar bone, the top of her tit… I moved down and took her nipple back into my mouth, rolling it around with my teeth.

Her hips lifted, trying to get in more friction, and I cupped her drenched pussy, pushing her back down on the bed and keeping her still. She glared at me.

“Be a good girl and hold still for me.”

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