Page 63 of Roma King
For a second, everything goes white. I grab hold of him, digging my finger nails into his back as he slides his fingers inside my pussy. “Fuck! Pasha!”
“Exactly,” he rumbles. “I’m going to fuck you with my fingers first. Then, I’m going to fuck you with my tongue. And when I’ve driven you to the point of insanity and you don’t think you can take it anymore, I’m going to fuck you with my cock. I am going to break you apart.”
I’m already broken. I’m already in pieces, and Pasha’s hands on my body are the only things keeping me from falling apart. With great care, he begins to pump his fingers inside me, drawing them out, only to slide them back inside me torturously slowly. “You’re amazing,” he whispers. “Watching you react to me is a fuckinggift. Pant for me. Moan for me. Scream for me. I want to hear every ounce of your pleasure, Zara. Do it. Do it for me.”
I’m almost weeping at the buildup of pressure inside my body. I won’t be able to hold myself back much longer. He’s too fucking good. He pumps his fingers faster, his mouth finding mine, and then he’s kissing me, and I’m coming, and my ragged, desperate, needy cries stifled by his lips cutting them off as he drives his tongue into my mouth and steals my breath from me. He groans, the muscles in his back bunching as he tenses. “Shit. You come so pretty, firefly. Your pussy’s so tight around my fingers.”
I’m trying to catch my breath, but I don’t have time, because Pasha’s already moving, sliding down my body. I nearly scream when he spreads my legs apart and falls on me, his head between my thighs. “I need you on my tongue. I need to fucking taste you. I’m going to lick you clean, swallow your orgasm, and then I’m gonna make you come again. Are you ready?”
I’m not. I’m so sensitive from the explosive climax that just nearly blinded me, but Pasha’s not planning on giving me time to recover.
He pauses, rubbing his fingers over me, eyes filled with a ravenous hunger as he looks down at me and hums. “God, Zara. Such a pretty little flower. I’m not just going to lick. I’m not just going to suck. I’m going to fuckingfeaston you.”
I buck against him as he uses the flat of his tongue, sweeping it over my pussy. The groan that escapes him is savage, and I answer with a desperate one of my own. I’ve never had a man look at me the way he is. I’ve never had a man touch me the way he is. And no man on earth has ever teased and stroked my body into submission the way he is.
Pasha is a master musician, and I am a violin, and he’s playing me, making me sing the most excruciatingly sweet, highest note possible, holding me there, until it feels as though I can go no higher.
His tongue works over me, and I’m overtaken by my own need. Raising my hips to him, I slide my fingers into his hair, pulling his head down onto me in the most scandalous, demanding way. Pasha answers my action with a deep growl of approval. “Good girl. Take control. Feed me your pussy.”
A blast of heat scorches at my cheeks, but I’m unashamed. For years, the dreams that have disturbed my sleep have been so graphic and sexual that I don’t feel the need to deny what I want now. I don’t know if this is real, if we have been waiting for each other for so long, but I’m not going to waste a second of our time together now.
Pleasure commands every inch of me. I give it what it needs, and so does Pasha. His fingers dig into my hips as he licks and sucks, soon I feel the pressure inside me building again. I climb higher and higher, and Pasha must sense it. He slides his fingers inside me again, and it’s all I can take. My orgasm crashes over me, white hot and screaming, and thenIam screaming and the living room is spinning.
“Shit! I’m coming.” I don’t need to tell him, though. He knows. He pumps his fingers inside me as I ride the wave, succumbing to it, and then Pasha’s moving, climbing up my body, kissing and biting my flesh as I shake and shudder. Less than a second later, I feel his cock pressing up against me, and then...
“Pasha!”
“Jesus.Fuck.” He hisses through his teeth as he settles himself inside me. I stretch to accommodate him, and I am filled by him, the hard, rigid length of him pulsing inside me. “God,” he groans. “Zara? Zara, look at me.”
I open my eyes, not even realizing that I’d closed them in the first place, and he steals my breath away all over again. His eyes are blazing with desire, as he surveys my face, my neck, my chest. “I’m never letting you out of my sight again,” he grinds out. “No one will ever touch you again. Onlymyhands,mymouth,mydick…”
When he moves against me, rocking his hips, I whimper his name, and Pasha bows himself over me, claiming a kiss. He takes my heart and my fucking soul right along with it. “You’re mine, Zara. I’ll kill any other man who even fucking looks at you.”
This is the truth, and I’m unafraid of it. I won’t share him, either. I’ll never give him up. If a woman so much as smiles in his general direction from this point forward, I won’t be held accountable for my actions.
“Fuck me,” I whisper.
“Say it again,” he commands.
“Fuck me.”
His fingers are in my mouth, and I can taste myself all over him. His voice is ragged and broken as he repeats his words. “Say it again, Firefly. I want to hear you say it.”
“Fuck me, Pasha. God, please, fuck me. I can’t take it anymore.”
“Don’t worry, beautiful. I’m going to give you what you need. Feel free to fucking scream.” He’s a man possessed as he begins to thrust himself inside me. Over and over again, he slams himself deeper, harder, faster…
His skin is feverishly hot beneath my hands as I cling to him. I have to get closer. I need more of him, I need all of him, and I’m determined to fucking have him. He nuzzles into the hollow of my neck and clamps his teeth down on my collar bone, and pain flares like a bright beacon in my head, narrowing my focus and shattering it at the same time, so that I’m no longer myself. I’m no longer anything. I’m a complication of emotions and sensations, and all I can do isfeel.
I’ve been numb ever since I arrived here in Spokane, and I haven’t even noticed until now. Pasha has woken me up. I’m wide awake, as he rocks his hips against me, pushing waves of pleasure through me with each thrust, and I feel like I’m finally breathing for the first time in years. Each raw, clawing breath I draw down into my burning lungs fills me with more and more of him, until my apartment melts away, the sofa beneath us melts away, and he is the only real thing in my entire world.
He is all that will ever be real for me again.
Pasha burns me up with a kiss, his teeth grazing my lips, and then he places his mouth to my ear. “What do you want, Firefly?”
“You. I want you.”
“Do you like the way my dick feels inside you?”
