Page 84 of Sweet Addiction
“You’re fucking beautiful, Dillan. Let go for me, baby. Give me what I want, and I’ll give you what you need,” he growls.
The power in his demanding words is all I need to push me right off the single thread I’d been balancing on, and my back bows and hips buck as my orgasm steals my breath and sparks light up my vision. Breaking me and healing me and holding me hostage as Rome continues to stroke me again and again until one orgasm rolls into two.
Aftershocks fire and fuel me on and on.
“Rome,” I moan in a strangled breath as I reach for him, shoving his pants down. Needing to feel him.
More of him.
All of him.
“More,” I demand. Greedy and wanton.
“I need to get a condom,” he says abruptly, his breaths coming out in ragged pants, but I don’t let go. I may never let go again.
I hold his gaze with mine. Needing him to hear this. To hear me.
“You don’t,” I tell him, begging him to believe me. “I’m clean, and I’m on the pill, and I just want to feel you. Nothing between us. Not this time.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, a hand sliding through my hair to hold the back of my head. “I’m tested regularly for the league, and I’ve never been with anyone bare, Dillan. Never wanted to until you.”
I nod, and he kisses my lips. “Words, Dillan. I need your words.”
“I’m sure.” I pull his body to mine, tracing the lines of his ink with my tongue. “I just need you.”
I grip his cock in my hand, running my thumb over the thick tip, dragging it through my drenched core as Rome grabs the backs of my thighs and pulls my ass to the edge of the table.
My racing pulse skyrockets into the stratosphere as Rome’s hand replaces mine, and the head of his cock smacks against my swollen clit.
I gasp, and the hard lines of his body tighten as if he’s afraid to hurt me.
As if he’s about to hold back.
Hell no.
I lean up and take his lips with mine. “Don’t you dare hold back.”
“Never,” he promises, but this angle is shit. Rome is too tall, and the table and I are both too short. Even arched over, we’re not going to get the relief we need.
He realizes it too, and with my ass cupped in his hands, he lifts me, spinning us so he’s sitting on the kitchen chair and I’m straddling him. The tips of my toes barely brush the tile floor beneath us.
My nipples peak and ache with every slide of my soft chest against his hard one, but that thought is soon erased as he lowers me, impaling me on his cock, inch by deliciously thick, long, tight inch.
“More,” I beg. “Don’t tease me.”
I press down, wanting all of him, but his arms are thick bands around my body, holding me still. Controlling me. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I pant and shimmy my hips. I try desperately to reach the floor, so I can get the leverage I need as I watch the control Rome is so damn determined to hold on to slipping inch by deliciously burning inch until it’s gone.
He thrusts up as I sink down and —oh, God— nothing has ever felt this good.
This right.
He holds himself still, staring into my eyes. “You okay?”
“Better than okay. Now. Please. Move.”
I pour myself into a soul-splintering kiss, the kind that changes the DNA on a primal level as Rome moves inside me. Bottoming out before pulling out, inch by inch, and doing it again and again. Setting a brutally perfect pace.
