Page 11 of Payback
I curse the guilt I feel for taking advantage of Roan and remind myself that my ex deserves this. Roan is simply a faceless male body. Nothing more. Ghost Penis and Rosalie will never know it is him in the video.
The last words I tell myself are,Roan will never know.Then his deep voice interrupts my warring thoughts.
“What’s your plan, mooi?” he asks, his warm eyes mirroring the heat between my legs.
“What is mooi?” I ask, grateful for the reprieve from my sinister thoughts. I repeat the word back the way he pronounces it. It sounds like joy but with anMat the beginning.
He smiles a cocky smile. “It’s South African for beautiful.”
My body nearly melts to the floor. This guy has some serious game.
“How many women have you used that term on?” I ask, biting my lip and reaching back for the zipper on my dress.
He shrugs. “Only the ones wearing garter belts.”
I laugh and shake my head, feeling oddly touched. “Well, you’re in luck because my plan is to show you the garter you felt earlier.” He smiles knowingly, and I lower my voice to add, “The garter you felt when you kissed me so hard, I thought my legs would give out.”
His hand moves to adjust the bulge in his pants. But instead of returning his hand to the bed, he unabashedly strokes himself over his trousers in slow, languid movements.Holy shit, how is it possible for him to look so damn hot with all of his clothes on?
I steel myself and slide the straps of my dress down to reveal my black, sheer bustier. My nipples are rock-hard as he takes them in. Before I have a chance to shimmy the dress down past my waist, he pulls my chest to his face and bites my right nipple over top of the sheer fabric. It feels so fucking good and so fucking surprising, I lose my mind for a moment.
“Oh my God!” I cry as he bounces his teeth on my tender flesh and then sucks hard. He runs a hand up my skirt to the area between my legs, and I let out a terrifyingly erotic moan when he finds my naked centre.
“No fucking broekies,” he growls and burrows his face into my chest with a pained groan.
I pant loudly and my face falls when it occurs to me that I have no idea what he’s talking about. “What the fuck is broekies?”
He stops his assault on my nipples and looks up at me. “Panties. You’re wearing a garter belt with no panties. How is it that you keep fucking shocking me?”
I shake my head and realise that I’ve been so distracted, I haven’t had a chance to finish my mission. Clearing my throat, I pull his face away from my breasts. “Sit back and see if I can shock you some more. I promise, it’ll be worth it.”
He does as he’s told, propping himself on his elbows and displaying an erection in his trousers so massive, it makes me nervous. I take a deep breath and slide my dress down the rest of the way. When I step out of the wet circle of fabric, I place my hands on my hips to feign confidence, like I do this all the time.
Black thigh-high stockings with black garter belts attached to the band around my hips are all that adorn my lower half. My freshly waxed pussy is on erotic display just for him, and I grow more and more wet with every passing second that his eyes are on me.
“Turn around,” he demands as he slowly begins unbuttoning his shirt. I do exactly as he says because I did my striptease and I’m ready for him to take over. “Now, bend over,” he adds.
My damp hair hangs nearly to the floor as I grip the dresser and look upside down behind me. Roan is perched at the end of the bed, his face eye-level with my ass as he opens a foil packet. When I catch sight of his hard dick springing out of his pants below his bunched abs, I remember my phone is still recording and instantly stand.
I hurriedly grapple for it, my finger stabbing out to the screen concealed behind the television set. Just as I touch the stop button…
Slap!
My left butt cheek stings from the blow he just landed on it. “Roan!” I squeal, shocked by the pooling desire his firm touch created in my lower belly.
His voice is controlled as he massages the area he just assaulted. “I thought I told you to bend over.”
I glance back over my shoulder, and my eyes zero in on his dick.Good-god, it’s huge.I mean, in all honesty, I was exaggerating about Ghost Penis because it made me feel better and he deserved to be mocked. In truth, he was average. Maybe on the smaller side of average, but he was passable as far as dicks go. Compared to Roan DeWalt’s, though, it really was a micropenis.
Roan narrows his eyes, which elicits a nervous giggle from me. I dutifully resume my position, staring between my legs to watch him roll the Magnum condom over his length.
A cool trail slides down my inner thigh, causing my blood pressure to spike. Oh God, am I dripping down my legs? Is that water or my arousal? Either way, how mortifying. I close my eyes with embarrassment, but they fly wide when I feel a hot, wet tongue run up the path it has made on my inner thigh.
“Oh my God,” I groan out so loud, I sound inhuman.
“Fuck yes, you taste as good as I hoped.” His breath is like a feather against my skin. And without warning, he grabs my hips in his strong, meaty grip and buries his face in my centre. Just when I think my legs will give out, he flattens his tongue and swipes the entire length of me.
Theentirelength of me.
