Page 52 of Payback
“This isn’t another one-night stand,” I warn, staring deep into her eyes and pressing my cock deeper into her folds.
A seriousness shadows her lust-filled gaze as she silently nods. Then she reaches down and holds me right where I need to be, begging me to enter her.
So I do.
I press inside her wet, soft flesh, moving so slowly that both of us have to hold our breaths high up in our chests. Our mouths hang open as we stare at one another and her body adjusts to my size. When I feel her muscles pulsating around my thickness, her channel so fucking tight it’s uncomfortable, I want to fucking roar in delicious agony.
Thankfully, Allie’s wet enough for me to slide out. When I push back in, I go even farther and she nods urgently, her brows knitting together as she encourages me to move more.
As I throb inside of her, she becomes a wave of motion beneath me, rocking and rolling with every one of my thrusts. It’s sexy as hell. Soon, her breaths turn to gasps, her gasps turn to moans. All her noises feverishly propel my body to move faster and faster inside of her.
When her moans grow too loud, I kiss her, plunging my tongue hard and fast into her mouth while she clings to me for dear life. The slap of our bodies meeting with every push echoes in the room like two hands clapping in an empty stadium. Her breaths become erratic as her body tenses all around me.
This woman is too easy. It’s barely been five fucking minutes and I can already feel her orgasm coming. It’s like a high-speed train tearing through a small town with no signs of stopping. And right now, I want to beat that fucking train to the finish line.
I thrust in sharp, and I can tell when I’ve found her G-spot because she digs her nails into my back and lets out a garbled cry. I pull back to watch her and see her eyes roll into the back of her head before they close. When her jaw drops and she lets out a silent scream from somewhere very deep inside of her, it’s then that I feel it.
Her wetness.
It releases all over my cock and everything in her channel tightens around me, freezing me mid-thrust and making it impossible for me to move. Without warning, my own climax erupts, obviously not used to the vice-like grip her pussy is creating down below. I drop my head to her neck and tense for several seconds as I explode into the condom and feel her heart racing beneath my chest.
When I come to again, all I feel is the sticky wetness of our bodies..
It’s fucking hot.
What I do to her—how she responds to me—doesn’t get any fucking better than this. Either this woman’s body was made for my cock, or she could make a shitload of money doing porn.
Roan and I shower together.
Let me repeat that.
Roan and I shower together!
Meaning, I get to rub soap all over his muscled body. Halfway through the shower, I can’t help but drop down on my knees and take his beautiful cock in my mouth. He’s hard and long and it looks so powerful, I want to feel it on my tongue. I’ve never had such an urge to suck a man’s dick before, but the appreciative expression on Roan’s face when I swallow makes it completely worth it.
When he yanks me up from the tiled floor and kisses me senseless under the hot stream of the shower, I actually physically pinch myself to make sure this is all truly happening. Who moves to London and dates a sexy athlete with muscles in places I didn’t even know muscles could exist?
Apparently me—Alice Harris.
This move is either the most epic comeback in history, or the other shoe will drop any moment now and all the good things happening in my life will cease to exist.
Once we’re clean, Roan and I wrap ourselves in white, fluffy towels and make our way back to my bedroom. I search my closet and find a clean pair of sheets that I definitely feel the need to put on my bed.
Roan grins at me like he’s king of the world as he helps me put the fitted sheet on the bed. “It’s nice to know some things never change.”
I feel my cheeks flush as I yank down on the elastic corner and smooth out the top. I stand up and run a hand through my wet hair as I stammer out, “I, um, thought the last time when I…” My face burns with embarrassment because I am pretty much mortified, even though Roan told me he thought it was sexy when we were in the shower.
“…squirted,” Roan finishes, his face completely at ease.
I prop my hands on my hips in annoyance. “Why is it so easy for you to say?”
He shrugs a bare, muscled shoulder. “I watch a lot of porn.”
I laugh at his response and then narrow my eyes curiously at him while I spread out the top sheet. “Do you make all girls—”
“Squirt?” he finishes with wide eyes. “Hell no! My cock is fucking magic, but it’s only ever been extra magical with you, mooi.”
We refocus our attention back on the bed, tucking the bottom under the mattress. He straightens and stares at me for a moment. “Have you squirted with other men?”
