The sensation is pure bliss.
He flips me around, and I almost trip on my high heels.
He steadies me by gripping my ass cheeks before burying his face between my legs and inhaling.
I dig my fingers into his thick, brown hair.
“Fuck, I love your scent.” His voice is deep and chocolatey.
He blows hot air against my pussy before nipping at it over my panties.
A shudder runs through me.
He does it again.
I squirm in his grip.
“God, Kaz.”
“I want to mark every delicious part of you—your mouth, your beautiful tits, your pussy, your stomach, and your gorgeous ass. I want to make it so filthy, you’ll curse every other cock you’ve had for not honoring your pussy like you deserve. I want to make it so good, you’ll never be able to think of me—of us—without your pussy weeping with need.”
Good Lord, take me now.
My nipples pebble against my bra at his incendiary words.
“And don’t think you’ll be able to seek salvation from a paltry sex toy. No.” He shakes his head. “You’ll need me to give you a good pounding just so you can function.”
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
“Once you ride my cock, you’ll wonder how you managed to survive this long without a daily fuck.” He places a hand over his crotch and squeezes hard.
Mother of God.
My brooding roommate may be a man of few words, but he holds a PhD in dirty talking.
“When I’m done with you, I’ll have ruined you for any other man, Harley.”
Fiery heat streaks through me like flames licking up the walls of a burning building. I let out a garble of words in a language that’s never slipped from my lips before as my chest heaves in anticipation.
“I don’t do soft, sweet, or tender. If this is too much to handle, we can stop right now,” my roommate, who has zero filter, says.
I’d be a fool to refuse those tempting promises.
This man can dominate me all day and all night long.
“I want it dirty, filthy, debased. I want that with you.”
“Good answer, Goldilocks,” he says. “Being with you will unleash a beast in me, but since you’re this little thing, you’ll be on top.”
I’m dying to feel the weight of his body against mine, but, after that warning, I might want to ease my way into Kaz Lindström’s naughty world. “Okay.”
“But before you sit on my cock, I need you to sit on my face.”
A flood of desire pools between my thighs and my pussy throbs.
