“Never, baby girl. I could never regret you.” We stay wrapped up in each other until we fall asleep.
6
MELODIE
Iroll over in bed, smiling when I see Rogue passed out and snoring lightly. We really wore each other out. It’s still dark, but I’m dying of thirst. I’m quick to hop out of bed and grab a glass of water, chugging it before returning to the room.
I was hoping to crawl back under the covers without waking my sleeping giant, but he’s already sitting up when I get back. “I was just getting a drink,” I whisper. The words barely leave my lips before a yawn overtakes me. I stretch my arms over my head, forgetting that I’m still completely naked from our first time together.
“Trying to tempt me, Melodie?” Rogue asks, his voice low and filled with lust. His hooded gaze roams over my body. I’ve never felt so wanted, so cared for, so… loved.
“Is it working?” I breathe out, rolling my body and shaking my hips. I’d feel silly, except the way Rogue is looking at me tells me everything I need to know. He loves the show, and wants more. I do, too.
My beastly biker stands to his full height and prowls toward me, the fierce look in his green eyes causing my thighs to squeeze together. He closes the distance between us, tangling his fingersin my hair and pulling my head back so he can crash his lips down on mine.
“Always,” he grunts before taking my lips again.
Rogue takes control of this kiss, walking us backward until my back is pressed up against the wall. He slides his tongue against mine, his hands roaming up and down my naked body, caressing my hips, my breasts, even my throat and lips. His strong, capable hands leave a throbbing, warm blaze in their wake.
His hand wraps around the back of my neck, pulling me into him for a punishing kiss. I’m his. He owns every part of me. That’s what he’s telling me with each stroke of his tongue, each anguished groan that travels through his body and into mine. I feel his kiss everywhere, and I need more.
“Please,” I whimper, not even caring that I sound desperate. I am. He’s right there with me.
“I’ve got you, love. I’ve got you,” he murmurs, gripping my hips and guiding me backward until the edge of the mattress hits the back of my legs. Rogue gently lays me out on the bed, then stands in front of me, looking down at my body. It’s all for him.
I spread my legs, moaning when he growls and clenches his fist.
“Please,” I whisper again, my hands trailing up my torso to cup my breasts. My skin is so sensitive, every light touch seems to go straight to my clit, making it throb in anticipation.
Rogue tears his eyes away from where they were locked on my pussy, and he grunts again when he sees me playing with my nipples.
“Fuck, Melodie. You’re so damn sexy.” He’s on me in the next instant, covering my body with open-mouthed kisses, sucking on my skin and leaving little love bites down my torso. “Need a taste. Then I’m gonna remind you what it feels like to be stretched out by your man.”
His possessiveness spikes my pleasure. I want to be his in every way, and I love the thought of Rogue beingmyman, ruining me for all other men.
I gasp when his nose and teeth tickle up the inside of one thigh and down the other. My man chuckles darkly, then blows warm air over my most sensitive spot. A frustrated whine falls from my lips, and Rogue’s eyes darken as he spreads my pussy lips open with his thumbs. Never breaking eye contact, he licks me from bottom to top, pausing to swirl his tongue around my throbbing bundle of nerves.
“Shit, I can’t believe I waited so long to do this,” he grunts to himself. Rogue’s gaze turns feral, and he dives into my cunt, sucking down my juices and teasing my clit with his teeth and tongue.
He starts out with slow intentional movements, winding me up, up, up with each lick. Then he thrusts his tongue inside my aching channel, wiggling it back and forth while stimulating my clit with the tip of his nose.
I buck my hips against him, marking my man with the pleasure he’s pulling out of me. Rogue grunts and grips my hips, pinning them to the bed while he eats me out in ravenous, sloppy strokes. His slight stubble rubs against my thighs, the slight sting adding to the symphony of pleasure building to a crescendo deep in my core.
My body jerks to one side, and I fight against the urge to sit up. Rogue reads my mind, spreading one of his massive hands out over my stomach and keeping me secured to the mattress. His fingers dig into the soft rolls of my belly, and he growls possessively as he kneads my flesh. I’ve always been so embarrassed about the extra weight on my body, but clearly, Rogue loves it.
When my man shoves a finger inside my cunt and scrapes his teeth across my throbbing clit, I cry out my release and thrashbeneath his capable mouth and hands. He holds me through it all, cleaning me up with his tongue before kissing his way up my body.
I jerk and twist beneath him, gasping for air and whimpering with each lingering touch and kiss. When he finally reaches my mouth, Rogue slants his lips over mine and leads us in a slow, drugging kiss.
My legs automatically spread wider so he can settle between them. I feel his long, thick cock glide against my pussy, collecting my juices and driving me crazy. He’s so close to where I need him I nearly cry in frustration.
Rogue sits back slightly and gathers my wrists up in one of his massive hands. He raises my hands over my hand and pins them to the mattress before nuzzling into the side of my neck.
“Fuckin’ love seeing you stretched out for me,” he says into my skin, his voice low, gravelly, and desperate. Rogue drags his lips down my neck and across my collarbone, then he nips at the tops of my breasts, grinning wickedly when I jump and gasp. “Gonna fuck this sweet little pussy now, Melodie. Are you ready for me?”
I nod and tilt my hips, nudging the swollen head of his cock against my entrance. Rogue growls and reaches down between us to guide himself inside in one smooth stroke. Fire spreads through my veins, and heat pulses out from my core, overwhelming my body.
I wiggle my hips, making sparks sizzle and burn across my skin. Rogue groans, leaning over me, one hand still holding my wrists above my head while the other trails up my side. He squeezes my breast, pinching my hardened, sensitive nipple before sucking it into his mouth.
