Page 15 of Sweet Addiction
“That’s a good girl.” His lips tip up in a crooked, sexy grin as he peels my pants down my legs and sucks in a breath, eyeing my white-lace thong.
Rome leans over me, his hot breath tickling my ear. “Fucking. Gorgeous. Just like I always knew you’d be.” He punctuates his words with a tug of his teeth on the lobe of my ear and slides his finger along the edge of my panties. Tugging the lace against my clit until I’m squirming with the first burst of electricity coursing through my body. Teasing me with that blunt finger before pushing inside.Holy hell...my back arches into him, and I moan... long and loud and deep in my throat as the overwhelming electricity arcs between us like a live wire striking against the street. Hot sparks explode along my skin. Fuck...
His mouth captures mine. Devouring me, licking and sucking and scraping his teeth along my hypersensitive skin. My toes curl as I lock my trembling thighs against his hips, the first taste of my impending orgasm just out of reach.
I rock my hips against his, silently pleading as the tips of my fingers trace each dip and hard plane along his back before my nails bite into the corded muscle along his massive shoulders. My heart beats rapidly, like a drum in my ears.
“Do you want more, Dillan?” he growls—actually growls—and it’s so fucking hot, words fail me.
I nod and pant and moan again as this beautiful man’s eyes flare, and then he gives us what we both want and stuffs my pussy with two fingers, curling themjust...fucking...right.
Holy. Shit.
I suck in the sharpest breath as my chest tightens, and Rome smiles. “Breathe, baby.” He curves his fingers again and presses his thumb against my throbbing clit. “You gonna be a good girl and come for me? Gonna need you nice and wet and ready, so you can take all of me.” He licks into my mouth and bites down on my lip. “And there’s a lot to take...”
His words are dizzying as rough fingers pump in and out and curl over and over, hitting that sweet spot again and again until I’m not sure if I’m going to come or cry, and he hasn’t even fucked me...yet.
With my next breath, I’m doing both as my body shudders and shakes, and I come hard and fast with a flash of color bursting behind my eyes as they close.
When I open them, Rome stands next to the couch, stepping out of his jeans, and I lick my lips, hungry for him.This man... all toned, olive skin stretched impossibly tight over corded muscles. Every inch on display. And he wasn’t kidding. He’s fucking huge. “You look so fucking pretty sex drunk, baby.”
I lean up on shaking elbows, barely able to organize a thought and wrap my fist around his cock.
He shakes his head and steps back as I frown.
“Condom,” he murmurs as he grabs his wallet from his discarded jeans and pulls out a foil packet while I fight to catch my breath.
I watch with utter fascination as he rolls the condom down his thick length and squeak when Rome pulls me to my feet. His hands slide down my body to the backs of my thighs, and I’m lifted, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Where’s your bed?” he groans as if we weren’t just on a couch.
“My what?” Apparently, my brain isn’t back to firing on all synapses just yet.
“Your couch is small, Dillan, and I’m not.” He presses his hot mouth against mine. “Now, before I fuck you against the goddamned wall, where... is... your room?”
“Oh...” I whisper, shocked and so fucking turned-on by the need in his voice. “Second door on the right.”
It only takes moments before we’re inside my room, and I’m thrown on the bed with a bounce. Holy shit. The hunger in his eyes should scare me, but it doesn’t because I know it’s reflected in mine.
“Last chance, Ryan. Say the word, and this stops.”
I push up on my elbows and lick my lips. “Stop treating me like I’m fragile, Beneventi, and fuck me before I pull out my vibrator and do it myself.”
My words push him over whatever hill he was trying to die on and with one knee on the bed, Rome presses his cock against my center, his navy-blue eyes locked on mine, and pushes in that first tight inch. I gasp at the searing burn and delicious stretch as he takes my mouth with his, a hand wrapped around my head and fingers tangled in my hair.
“You okay?” he asks, his muscles taut from holding back as I lift my hips, begging for?—
“More,” I whimper. “I’m not going to break, Rome.”
“Fuck, Dillan,” he growls and bottoms out inside me in one beautifully brutal thrust that threatens to split me in two. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
I lift my hips and dig my fingers into his hair as I chase his mouth, unwilling to give up a single inch between us. “There are worse ways to go.”
Rome pulls out slowly as his tongue traces a line down my throat and over my breast, taking my peaked nipple between his lips, then slamming back into me again,and again, and again. His hips pound into me as I meet him thrust for beautifully decadent thrust, my body already strung tight, desperately chasing another orgasm. Bigger and better and more powerful than the last.
“Fuck . . .” he groans. “So fucking good, Dillan.”
His teeth graze my nipple, the sensations caressing my skin like he’s touching me all over my body. I can feel himeverywhere.“Rome...” I cry out into the dark room as I drag his body down to mine until I can feel all his weight against me. Rome presses me into the mattress, his mouth coming back to mine, kissing me in time with his thrusts.
Chasing my tongue.
