‘And yet I’ve landed you here, bashed up and bleeding even though you’ve done nothing but look out for me, despite the fact I don’t deserve it. All I’ve ever wanted is a wee cottage in the middle of nowhere where I can rescue the pets no one else wants and spend my days loving on them. I don’t want violence and kidnapping and subterfuge.’
His skin is warm as I splay my hand over his chest, and stand on my tiptoes, brushing my lips along his jaw.
‘Let me make it up to you,’ I whisper, skimming his stomach, avoiding the scrape, until my fingers settle over his belt buckle.
‘You don’t need to—’ Roman begins, until I let out a slutty little moan against his neck.
‘I want to. I want to get on my knees and have you fuck my mouth until you feel better. Don’t you want to?’
I pull back just enough to blink up at him through my lashes.
‘Fuck, Maggie. Yes I want to. But you’ve got nothing to prove.’
Talking dirty isn’t my forte, but I want to make him feel good. So I push on.
‘I can prove to you that I can swallow your cock.’
The moment he gives in flashes in the widening of his pupils, his breath hitching. Before he changes his mind, I drop to the floor, hitching my bridesmaid’s dress up and settling on my knees at his feet.
I’m wet just looking up at him.
As much as I want to make him feel good for what I’ve done to him, I also really, really want to make him come.
‘Don’t hold back,’ I whisper, as I undo his belt. He watches me without speaking, a mix of amusement and hunger in his face. ‘I want you to be thinking about this for the rest of the day.’
As soon as I loosen his buttons, his trousers slide onto his well-muscled thighs, nothing but his underwear separating us. I’ve never craved a cock so badly in my whole life, and that’s something coming from someone who can barely function without a daily orgasm.
He’s halfway to hard when I slide the boxer briefs down and unveil his impressive dick. While it’s not excessively long, it’s thick enough to make me doubt my abilities. Girth-tastic, some might say.
Well,Imight.
Leaning forward, I tenderly kiss the soft skin, watching his face as I do. His jaw tics when my lips meet flesh, and his fingers clench the edge of the basin behind him.
‘Damn, Maggie.’ Much to my chagrin, he holds himself back from touching me. Clearly possessing far more willpower than me. ‘Show me how badly you want it.’
Oh, I will.
I focus on using my tongue and lips to tease him until he’s fully (and a little terrifyingly) hard. Every time I get close to taking his head into my mouth, I move to his balls until he’s nearly mad with need.
It’s a little mean to tease him so, but I want him as feral as I feel.
I want him to remember me as more than another bedpost notch when we go home.
I tease him until he presses me back against the wall, one arm resting on it above his head while he stares down at me, those eyes glittering with desire.
‘Open your fucking mouth, Maggie, and stop playing with me.’
God that sends fire right between my thighs.
‘Make me,’ I say before biting my lower lip. His other hand moves to my ponytail, tugging it back until I open my mouth for him. It doesn’t take much convincing, because when this feral side of him appears, I’m done for.
‘Tongue out,’ he demands. I obey.
Gripping his dick, he wipes the tip over my tongue, and I moan at the salty slickness already gathered there.
‘All these years I had no idea that you were waiting on the other side of the wall, so ready and willing to be used.’
‘And yet, here you are, still talking instead of fucking me.’
