Page 129 of Wicked Minds
“Condom?” he questions, looking like the devil himself as he stands at the foot of the bed, legs apart and every ounce of tattooed skin on display as he slowly works himself over.
I shake my head. “No. I have a contraceptive implant, and I’m clean. I got tested after Grayson… and I haven’t been with anyone else.”
I’ve barely gotten the words out before he’s back on the bed, prowling toward me with graceful ease. Hovering over me, he plants one hand beside my head. His other is wrapped around his shaft as he drags the head of his cock up and down my slit, lubricating it while simultaneously teasing me.
“Fuck, Ry. I don’t think I can hold back.”
“Don’t,” I rasp.
With a final lingering glance, he slams into me in one deep thrust, knocking the air from my lungs and all rational thought from my brain.
“Ohfuck,” he hisses, the veins in his neck bulging. “You feel even better than I imagined.”
How can he even string a sentence together, right now? My brain is too scrambled to do anything more than moan and whimper as I rock my hips against him in a silent plea for him to move.
Pulling nearly all the way out, he snaps his hips forward, his piercing dragging along every sensitive inch of my inner walls before knocking against my cervix and causing me to see literal stars.
His thrusts are punishing, each one a bursting bubble of rhapsody that fizzes along my nerves until I feel as though I’m having an out-of-body experience.
Seeking a deeper angle, he sits back on his heels, slipping his hands beneath my ass and hauling my lower half off the bed.
“Oh,god,” I moan as he slides impossibly deeper. My legs quiver, my body feeling like it’s about to tear apart at the seams. “Royce.”
“So fucking perfect,” he grunts, focus zeroed in on where our two bodies join. “Cream my cock, Babydoll. I wanna feel those walls strangle my dick.”
“Oh, god.” The two words are a soundtrack playing on repeat in my head. One that turns into white noise as he flicks his thumb over my clit before pinching it.
Iscream.
The sound ravages my throat as I throw my head back. Something inside me gives as rolls of pleasure rush through me in a tidal wave.
Royce continues to fuck me the entire way through my orgasm, cursing and praising me. Somehow, he manages to stave off his release, and I’m still in a post-orgasm stupor when he flips me onto my stomach.
His hands grip my hips, hauling me onto my knees, which tremble beneath my weight.
Whack.
A sharp slap snaps me back to the moment as pain and pleasure mingle and heat radiates from my left asscheek. Another smack has me yelping as I shift forward, only to be tugged back by unforgiving hands on my waist.
“Stay with me, Ry,” Royce grunts, threading his head through my dripping pussy as he slams back into me. His thrusts are unyielding, the harsh way he manhandles me, winding my body up for a second orgasm as I press my ass back against him.
Gliding a hand up my skin, goosebumps erupt along my skin, and I cry out when he fists my hair at the base of my scalp, yanking my head and forcing my back into a deep arch.
“Fucking you is my new favorite thing,” he rumbles.
“Royce,” I plead. “I’m going to come again.”
“Come for me, James. Show me what a bad girl you can be.”
My arms shake with the effort to stave off my release. “I want you to come with me.”
“I will, Ry. I’m right here with you.”
Using his grip on my hair, and an arm wrapped around my abdomen, he hauls me upright with my back pressed against his sweat-slicked chest. The angle is tighter, and I can feel every drag of his piercing as he continues his relentless pounding.
Twisting my head to face him, he captures my lips with his, his other hand sliding between my legs to circle my clit.
Once.
