Page 11 of Roma King
She flicks my top lip with the tip of her tongue, and a surge of heat climbs from my boots, scorching everything in its path as it devours me, rising to the crown of my head before settling in my chest. I want to fucking consume her. There’s a part of me that wants to fucking destroy her, if only so no one else will ever be able to look at her.
“Everything,” she breathes. “You’reeverything. I’d say you have yourself a deal.”
The darkness shifts around us, and we’re transported. A huge bed lies before us, dressed in raw silk sheets the color of blood, and the woman, my precious firefly, topples backwards, her full, heavy breasts bouncing as she hits the mattress.
I see nothing else.
I’m aware of nothing else but her.
Her naked form is beyond perfection. Long legs; ample hips; narrow waist. At the apex of her thighs, the dark smattering of auburn hair has my breath quickening and my fingernails cutting into the skin of my palms. Her hair spreads out around her head like a halo made of spun, glowing light.
More than beautiful.
More than sexual.
She’s something out of a fairytale, and I can’t believe she’s fucking mine.
“I’m going to put my hands on you,” I tell her. On my hands and knees, I prowl up the bed, humming sweet discord at the back of my throat as I find myself hovering over her pussy. Not yet, though. I can’t lick her yet.
I’ve used my tongue to speak and to taste for twenty-seven years, but it’s not until now that I realize its most important purpose: to bring this woman to climax, to give her insurmountable pleasure. To bring her to the edge of an unknowable precipice and to push her, clawing and panting and moaning my motherfucking name as she hurtles over that edge and tumbles down, down, down…
I’d happily go mute, foregoing speech, giving up all of the wonderful flavors of the world, doomed to only taste ash, if it meant I could suck, and lave, and lick her between her thighs, teasing the swollen bundle of her clit every damn day for the rest of time.
I force myself to keep moving up her body, though. When I do settle in between her legs, I’m going to be settled in there for a long damn time, and I don’t plan on surfacing for air if I can help it. There are other things I need to do first. Other things that need to be said.
I’m transfixed as I hold myself over her, my biceps warming as I use them to keep my weight from her chest. She looks up at me, eyes wide and innocent, and I’m hypnotized by the peppering of freckles that span the bridge of her nose and her cheekbones. There’s something about them that make her seem so innocent, but when I finally manage to turn my gaze to her eyes, so mercurial and changeable, the heat and the defiance there scatters that innocence to the wind. “You want me,” I growl into her ear. I push her legs apart with my hips, sinking myself between them. I have to clasp my bottom lip between my teeth in order to hold back the groan that builds inside me. My cock is throbbing, aching with desperate need as I angle my hips upward, lightly grinding myself against her pussy. I’m smug beyond all fucking reason when her breath stutters past her lips, and a judder of arousal travels through her naked form. “You want merealfucking bad,” I repeat, doing nothing to hide the smirk that forces the right side of my mouth to lift. “What are you thinking about, Firefly?”
“I’m thinking about being on my hands and knees. I’m thinking about my king behind me. I’m thinking about his hands on my hips, pulling me back to him as he rubs his slick cock all over me, rubbing himself over my pussy, sliding his erection up and down, between the folds of my pussy. Between my ass cheeks. I’m thinking about how I would tremble and shake as he pushed his fingers inside me…” Her pupils dilate, and I watch her very physical reaction to what she’s imagining in her head.
Nuzzling my nose into the hollow of her neck, I draw in the smell of her, a featherlight shiver tracing down my spine. “Such a dirty girl,” I rumble. “No need to think about any of that much longer. I’m gonna do very bad things to you… and I’m going to make every single one of them feel good.” It’s a warning. A promise. “You’re not going to know what’s hit you when I finally sink my dick inside you. You think you know what it’s going to feel like, but you have no idea. You’re going to obey me. You’re going to do everything I ask of you. You’re going to let me worship you. For every demand I make, there’ll be a reward. For every sting of pain, there will be a sea of pleasure to soothe it.”
Arching my spine, I bow myself over her, stooping down, and I suck one of her nipples into my mouth. It tightens in my mouth, the bud of flesh pebbling between my teeth as I gently bite down, and my stunning Firefly gasps at the bolt of pain I’ve sent ricocheting around her body like a stray bullet.
“Pasha! Oh, fuck…don’t…” Her breathless pleas are like music to my deviant ears. I wait, though, pausing to make sure I’m not overwhelming her. She winds her fingers into my hair, fisting it and pulling…not away from her body, but toward it. Nearer. Closer. “Fuck! Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
She wants more of me. She will always want more of me, like a heroin addict always needs to chase down their next high, and I’m eaten alive by satisfaction.Iwill be her addiction. I’ll make damn sure of it. I’ll make sure that she never has to go too long between hits. I’m going to fuck her like this every motherfucking day, until I’m all she wants, all she will ever crave.
Sweet Firefly. My red-headed phoenix, burning as she rises from the ashes. My hands roam, exploring the planes and curves of her body as I flick her delightfully pink nipple with the edge of my tongue, the exact same way I’ll soon be flicking her clit, and her body thrashes, her back arching up away from the raw silk sheets.
“Pasha! Pasha, please!”
Inside, I’m roaring with victory. She has no idea how fiercely I will protect her. She has no idea how impossible it will be for her to walk away from me after this. Her nipple is a blushed, darker shade of pink when I release it from between my teeth. My dick pulses with need as I suck it one last time, and it pops out of my mouth, glistening and wet, and perfect in every way. The swell of her breasts is so fucking distracting. I’m mesmerized by her creamy, porcelain skin—not a single blemish in sight. I’m rock solid as I drink her in, and I feel it: second after second, I’m getting drunk on her. She’s the most intoxicating thing I’ve ever experienced.
Is she just as wasted from me? Do I make her head spin, the way mine has been spinning? Does she feel unsteady on her feet every time I walk into a room? I already know the answer to all of these questions: yes, damn fucking straight she does. I can see it in her eyes as they feast on my shoulders, and my arms, and my chest. I know it from the way her hands tremble as she dares to reach out and touches her fingertips to my skin.
We are both as fucked as each other.
“I want…” She hesitates.
I urge her on by nudging her between her legs with my cock. “Tell me. Right now. I need to know.” The words tear at my throat as I push them out in a low snarl.
My breath is ragged.
My pulse raging.
My blood singing.
I am so fucking alive right now.
