Violet shivered and her nipples puckered. Roman shifted his hips and rubbed his dick against her folds, grunting at the mess his words made. “Fucking hell, Vi. You like when I tell you what I’m going to do to you?” She nodded, uncharacteristically quiet, hanging on his every word.
“First, I’m going to slide into your tight cunt, inch by inch.” He punctuated his words by notching the head of his cock against her entrance and pressing slowly. A hiss slipped through his gritted teeth.
Violet lifted her hips and whined. “More.”
“Your greedy cunt is choking me, princess.” Another two inches and his girl started to writhe beneath him. “I’m going to fill you, baby. Are you ready?”Am I ready?
“If you don’t, I’m going to explode,” Violet cried, still moving beneath him for friction.
In one long stroke, Roman bottomed out and entered paradise. They both moaned long and loud. “I need a minute,” he ground out.
Violet reached for his neck, their gazes connecting. “Kiss me.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Swooping down, he sucked her bottom lip between his and bit lightly until she opened. With each swipe of his tongue, her pussy loosened, accepting him. Her soft thighs wrapped around his waist to bring him closer.
“I have to move.”
She nodded, and he dragged his cock through her hot channel. When he thrust back inside, she moved her hips in time with his. The sound of their slick bodies slapping together filled the room.
“I can’t last much longer,” he told her tightly. It surprised him he’d lasted this long. Guess the fist cunt worked better than he’d thought.
Bringing his hand to his mouth, he spit on his fingers and moved them to her clit, rubbing in time with their bodies. The feel of her walls sliding against the hardness of his cock was euphoric. He’d never get enough.
“Roman,” she cried as her movements became erratic.
Thank the gods.He wouldn’t last much longer. A tingling started at the base of his spine.Fuck.He tried to control his movements, to stave off his climax until his mate came one more time.
Violet chanted his name like a prayer, the walls of her pussy quivering around his cock. It sent him over the edge. Cum shot out of his dick harder than anything he’d ever experienced, and he was faintly aware of Violet’s soft cries. “Keep going,” she begged. “I’m almost there.”
His cock had yet to completely deflate, and he thrust harder. Working her clit the best he could, he sighed with relief when she screamed and came all over him.
The shaft of his cock deflated completely, and his arms burned with the effort to keep his body from crushing her.
“Are you sure you’ve never done that before?” Violet asked between pants.
Roman dropped his head and laughed. Never had he been so light and free, and it had nothing to do with the warmth still encircling his dick. “I learned a thing or two from the shows we watched.”
Her mouth pulled into a beautiful smile. “We should go soon. I believe you once said something about a private room?”
Roman cursed the late hour. On one hand, the staff had taken off for the night, allowing him to fuck his mate anywhere he pleased, but on the other hand, the last show at the pleasure house would be nearing its end by now.
“Soon,” he promised and kissed the tip of her nose.
“I love you,” she whispered. His cock twitched inside her, slowly rising. She laughed, disbelieving. “So soon?”
Roman tested the waters, moving his hips, and shuddered. “If I try to fuck you again, I won’t last longer than three strokes.”
Violet covered her mouth to stifle a giggle, and he quirked a brow. “Is that funny?”
She shook her head, trying to hold in her laugh. He leaned down and nipped at her nipple, and she shouted in protest. Glancing up at her, he laughed against her skin at the contrite look on her face.
His cock stood erect, and gods help him, he had to have her again. Looping an arm around her back, he pushed himself up to his knees and into a standing position. Violet grabbed at his shoulders and tightened her legs around his waist. “What are you doing?”
Roman prayed the coffee table was as sturdy as it looked and sat on the end. He scooted himself back until his knees hit the edge and released Violet’s back. Leaning back, he rested his weight on both of his hands and met Violet’s inquisitive stare.
“Ride me, princess.”
Grinning devilishly, Violet rocked her hips, and Roman swore colorfully. He forced himself not to move. If he didn’t control the rhythm, maybe he wouldn’t come in three seconds.
