Page 21 of Roma Queen
FUCK!
—sucks, sitting back on her heels so that it pops out of her mouth, and then she’s licking, laving, sucking on me. Her hand is gripped around my shaft, and—
GODDAMNIT!
—I’m no longer in control here. In the blink of an eye, she’s flipped the script and she literally has me by the balls. My hands drop to my sides, my head falling back, and the slick heat of her mouth is all over me, driving down onto me, further, deeper, faster than the pace I was setting a moment ago.
“Zara. Shit, Zara, stop…”
She doesn’t. The pleasure she draws from me feels like it’s settling over me in layers, blankets of warmth, ecstasy, fire, one after the other, tingling, aching, and urgent. She’s merciless. Relentless. God, if she doesn’t stop, she’s going to bring this to an end all too fucking quickly. I grab hold of her by the hair and pull back, hinging at the waist, hips withdrawing, and Zara growls under her breath.
“Hahaha, angry little Firefly. Did I take away your toy? Get that ass up in the air.Now.”
Her eyes flash, like she’s about to pounce on me, pin me to the bed, and ride the shit out of my dick whether I like it or not.
Interesting.
I take hold of her chin, and I fall forward, bringing my mouth down on hers. Feels like she’s trying to fight the kiss, to fightme, but she’s not trying to get away. Far from it. She’s trying to battle me for dominance. I won’t be giving in so easily to her today, though. I tear my mouth away, enjoying the frustrated profanity that spills from her lips, and I take her by the waist, fingers pressing into her flesh as I spin her around in a one-eighty.
“I said ass in the air.” I bring my palm down on her ass cheek, and I have to catch my lower lip in my teeth and bite down hard as I watch her flesh bounce. Fuck, her ass alone is enough to make a man lose his mind. Like a developing photograph, a red, angry hand-shaped welt begins to emerge from the creamy whiteness of her skin.
“That fucking hurt,” she hisses.
“Yeah? How bad?” I move quickly, falling over her, my chest to her back, and then I’m reaching around, fastening my hand around her throat, pulling her back toward me so that we both rise up to our knees.
I canfeelher growl of anger beneath my hand, and it only serves to make my dick even harder. With my other hand, I stroke and grope at her breasts, a fire raging inside me as I knead and gouge my fingers into the swell of her tits.
Just enough.
Not too much.
Never too much.
Zara trembles against me as I rub the roughness of my stubble against the back of her neck. I kiss, I lick, I bite, and Zara shakes harder, and harder, and harder. “Pasha,” she pants. “God,please…” She arches her back, leaning into the hand I’m still holding around her neck, and I catch on quickly. She wants more.
I flick at her nipple, roughly pressing my fingers into her breast again, and she moans louder still. Out of nowhere, she’s grabbing my hand and sliding it down her stomach, guiding me in between her legs. My fingers instantly find her hot, wet and pulsing. Her pussy isdrippingwet. She’s so desperate for me that she cries out when I touch my fingertips against her clit.
“I see,” I rumble into her ear. “Don’t worry, I understand. I know what you need, little Firefly.” I release her neck, shoving her forward, and she lands back on all fours on the bed. My hand comes down on her ass again, and the cry of pleasure that echoes through thevardois tinged with an element of pain.
“Ass up, Zara,” I order. “Last time.”
She complies quickly this time, arching her back, presenting her ass to me, and I have to stifle the roar that’s building in the back of my throat. So damn pretty. So damn pink. So damn wet.
I rub my hand over her, spreading the evidence of her need all over her, using my thumb to rub her slickness up between her ass cheeks. Zara whimpers, and the sound is like a trigger inside my mind. I’m gone. I’m lost. I’m fucking done.
She tenses as I push myself into her. I hold her by the hips, pulling her back onto my dick, and Zara lets out a startled gasp. “Yeah. Feel it. Feel me filling you up,” I snarl. “You can try and hold it back all you like, but I am going to make you scream. I promise, your throat’s going to be raw by the time we’re done here.”
I intend on keeping that promise.
I can’t be slow, and I can’t be gentle. Not possible. I slam myself into her, and Zara’s hands clench, fisting the sheets. “Fuck, Pasha. Oh my god. You’re so deep. Please. Please. Please…”
There’s a difference between a woman begging for more and begging you to stop. Right now, Zara’spleadingme to give her my dick…and I give her what she wants. Her back bows and arches, flexing as I thrust myself into her. It’s my turn to be merciless. Again, and again, and again…
Zara’s hand fumbles on top of the bed, and then she’s sliding my belt between her teeth, clamping down on the leather. She’s the most incredible, fierce, most beautiful creature to walk this earth. I worship her as I fuck her, carefully teasing her asshole with my thumb, applying the slightest pressure, just enough to make it feel good, and Zara bites down harder on the leather, sweat breaking out across her back, glistening in the groove of her spine.
She’s fucking magnificent.
It’s not long before she’s screaming as she comes, and I grasp her hips tight, my jaw feeling like it’s going to fucking shatter as she bucks and moans against me. I come with her, and it’s more than just a release. It’s more than just a brazen moment of pleasure.
