Devoured - Cathryn Fox Page 0,20

tongue. A second finger joins the first, stretching me in the most glorious ways. I moan in response, showing him just how much I hate it.

He draws my clit into his mouth. “Ooh,” I say, a hard tremble working its way through my body. I run my hands through his hair, tug on it as he slides his fingers in and out of me. I lose myself in the sensations, so damn wet and slick as he penetrates me, pounding a little harder, I struggle to hang on, never wanting this moment to end.

With his fingers still inside me, he tugs my shorts down and nudges me backward until I hit the bed. He manipulates my body, moving me around easily until I’m on the mattress, my legs spread wide, my body his for the taking.

“Do you hate this?” he asks, his fingers soaked as he pulls them out.

“God, yes,” I cry out.

“Take your top off,” he demands in a soft voice. “Let me see your tits.”

I quiver at his bluntness and remove my shirt. My pink nipples are hard, and he adjusts his hand to apply his palm to my clit as he lifts his head to take one hard bud into his mouth.

“Roman,” I cry out as his fingers resume their pounding and he sucks on me. My muscles clench around his fingers, the glorious things he’s doing to me shutting down my brain until all I can do is feel: his fingers pounding, his palm rubbing and his mouth devouring my nipple. I call his name again and judging by the way his muscles clench, it’s easy to tell he likes the sound of it on my lips. “I hate this,” I say, and he bites down on my nipple, pain and pleasure mingle, bleed into one, and I lift my hips, sensations zeroing in on my sex as my body explodes.

Dizzy, I close my eyes, hyperaware of the way my body is responding. I hold his mouth to my breast, crazed and breathless as I continue to spasm around his fingers, my hot juices slicking down my thighs. Heat spreads through me, my stimulated flesh tingling as I lose myself in the release.

“God, yes,” I say, and he goes back between my legs, his tongue a soft caress on my pussy as he laps me up, long, hungry licks that warn he, too, is about to come apart. I put my hands on his shoulders, move my pussy against his face, and once he’s had his fill of me, he leans back on his heels. I gasp when I see the unchecked need shimmering in his dark eyes, hot, needy...savage.

Lord have mercy.

Unnerved, my body shakes and I take a wheezing breath. This man is going to wreck me, use me like I’m a sacrificial offering, a pawn in a game I can’t win, and leave me strung out like an addict when we’re done. More importantly, I’m going to let him.

Without a word he stands and I wet my lips as he unknots his towel, exposing his beautiful body as the cotton sails to the floor. I take in the gorgeous length of him, thick and heavy and throbbing to be touched. Need flutters through me and I almost climax again.

“I wonder how much I’ll hate your big cock in my mouth,” I say shakily, and sound vibrates in his throat as he briefly closes his eyes, a tremor moving through him.

“On your knees, Peyton.”

I drop and put my knees on the towel. I brace my hands on my thighs and open my mouth for him.

“Have you done this before?” he asks.

“Are you asking if I’ve ever sucked your cock before?” I say.

“Hell, Peyton. Do you always have to be a smart-ass?” I grin. The truth is, there’s a storm going on inside me, and I hide behind humor. His face softens. “Peyton, do you want this?”

“I’ve never sucked your cock before, or any cock,” I say. “But I want this.”

He tugs my bottom lip between his fingers and slides his thumb into my mouth. “Suck,” he says, and I do. His resulting growl is a good indication that he likes what I’m doing. A thrill goes through me. He yanks his thumb from my mouth and wraps his palm around himself.

“Hell,” he growls when I moan. “That is so hot,” he murmurs, and strokes himself. His cock hovers near my mouth as he fists himself, long hard strokes that show me what he likes. “Spread