Page 12 of Payback
My knees buckle and I begin to wobble before he pulls me back against him.
“Spread your legs, mooi.”
Mooi like joy…Please, God, bring me more joy!
I spread them.
He positions me over his lap and pushes his tip right where I want him. Right where I’m fucking throbbing to feel him.
“Now drop,” he commands.
Reflexively, I comply.
A bizarre, animalistic noise garbles in my throat at the overwhelming feeling of him inside of me. It’s too much but also not enough at the same time. I need to move to make it more comfortable. To find more room. I need to…
“That’s right…Fucking ride me.” Roan’s voice is hoarse as his rough hands roam over my breasts, greedily groping handfuls at a time and tweaking my nipples while urging me to bounce up and down on him. And holy shit, I’m doing it. I’m doing it well. Too well, in fact. Everything feels too hot, too sensitive, too alive. He’s rolling my nipples, driving me crazy. I feel like I’m losing complete control of all my senses because everything is rushing down to where we connect at my centre.
He moves his hands down to my thighs and then brushes harshly over my clit. I yelp. It’s a weird reaction, but it wasn’t consciously decided on. The area between my thighs feels like a live wire that I want him to ignite yet I don’t want him to ignite. It’s all too intense and my brain is too frazzled to tell me what I need!
Without warning, he pinches my clit. He pinches it so hard and so long that I scream. I scream and climax like I’ve never screamed or climaxed in my entire life. The orgasm catches me completely off guard and I feel a wet pressure explode out of me.
“Did I just fucking pee?” I exclaim more in shock and awe than embarrassment.
He bites my shoulder, his body shaking with silent laughter. “No, mooi. I think that’s called a squirt.”
“Oh my God,” I groan as he thrusts into me while continuing to tease my clit.
My body must be on some sort of autopilot at this point because my mind is completely gone. I think I’m riding him, but maybe it’s him riding me? I can’t tell because I’m blacked-out and living inside my pussy where all I feel is our organs sliding against each other at rapid speed.
This is fucking. This is blissed-out, maxed-out, orgasmic sex to the nines. I’ve never felt sex like this. I’ve never felt an orgasm like this. Roan is completely obliterating all penises that came before him.
He pulls out of me and I think to myself,Thank God, I can’t take any more.But all he does is gently swat my bottom and turn me around so I’m lying on the bed. Holy shit, he’s not even done yet? How has he not come yet? Can I take any more? My body is still recovering from that squirt!
Roan slams back inside me, my centre still so wet, it’s an easy entry. My garters snap off of me as my legs reflexively wrap around his waist.
I guess I can take more.
“Fuck me, Lis. You feel so goddamned good. Your ex is a moron.”
I clamp my hand over his soft lips. “Don’t talk about him while you’re fucking me.”
He chuckles against my hand and bites my finger, sucking it hard into the back of his throat.
Holy shit, I feel another climax building. This man is unbelievable. A guttural noise escapes his lips, and I can tell he’s close because it’s hotter than any other sound he’s made all night. I shock myself again when my muscles tense in response. Roan swivels his hips and hits some magical spot inside of me that has never been touched before. Within seconds, I’m off again, silently screaming into his shoulder.
This orgasm is deeper and softer than the first, but still just as soul-shaking.
Roan flinches at the sensation of me pulsing around his cock before he finally drops his head to the crook of my neck and lets his own climax go.
“Holy shit,” I inelegantly state as he breathes heavily on my collarbone with a shudder.
“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” he murmurs against my skin before licking a line along it and dropping a final kiss there.
He rolls off of me and we both lie on our backs, staring at the ceiling and replaying everything that just went down.
I’m the first to break the silence. “Roan DeWalt, you can fuck.”
He huffs out a laugh at my bluntness and slides off the bed to quietly make his way to the bathroom. I should clean up, too, considering I fucking squirted! Good-god, I thought that was something only porn stars could do.
