Page 44 of Burning Daylight
My pussy pulses around his fingers.
“That’s it. Just like that,” he praises. “Give it to me.”
I do. I let go, shuddering beneath him as waves of white-hot pleasure crash through my body and retreat only to surge back and drown me all over again.
He holds me through it, his fingers moving gently now, his lips soft as they brush my cheek, like he’s keeping me steady in a violent storm.
I’m trembling as I come back down, aftershocks rippling like a current, and he has a dazed look on his face.
There’s something visceral and desperate in his gaze, and he takes his fingers from inside me and brings them up, sucking them into his mouth and then groaning at my taste.
Jesus.
I shoot forward, reaching for him, my hands fumbling with his waistband, a sudden desperation taking over me like I’m possessed. Ineedto return the favor. Want to feel his thick cock resting on my tongue, his grip in my hair, his moans in my ears.
He’s hard as I slip beneath his gray sweatpants, palming him over his boxers, and his breath is ragged, his eyes locked on mine with a fierceness that makes my stomach clench.
“Little Rose,” he starts, attempting to bat my hand away.
“I want to,” I argue, rising on my knees until my lips brush his jaw. I stroke him through the fabric, and he pulses in my hand. “Let me make you feel good.”
Another pull, and his dick jerks again. His features contort in pleasure, and he hisses through his teeth, muscles tightening.
“Wait,” he says, his fingers catching mine.
I pause, blinking up at him, my heart hammering against my ribs.
A pained look crosses his face, like he hates himself for stopping me.
Honestly, I kind of hate him right now for it, too.
“There’s something you should—” he starts.
This time, it isn’t me that cuts him off.
It’s a knock on the door.
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ROMAN
The timing of that fucking knock is the most inconvenient thing that’s ever happened to me.
Whoever is at the door knocks again.
“Just ignore it,” I say, keeping my gaze on hers.
Her eyes glance toward the noise and then come back.
She hesitates, but then she nods.
Her taste is still on my tongue, hot and musky and a little bit sweet, and my dick jerks at the memory of how perfectly her cunt squeezed my fingers. The thought of feeling that same tight grip around my cock as I sink all the way into her?
Diabolical.
Another rap on the door, and this time, she sighs. “Maybe this is fate telling us we should stop.”
“Ry, I know you’re in there!” My mother’s voice filters through from outside.
