Devoured - Cathryn Fox Page 0,21

your legs. I want to see your pussy,” he says.

Hands still on my knees, I widen my legs, and he strokes himself from base to tip as his hot gaze caresses every inch of me. “Do you hate what you see?” I tease.

“Yeah, I can’t stand it.” A couple long strokes over his cock and then, “Open your mouth.”

I whimper and do as he says. Putting my hands on his thighs, I wait for him to feed his hard length down my throat.

“You want this in your mouth, Peyton?”

“Yes,” I say.

His eyes squeeze shut for a brief second, and it’s easy to tell he’s fighting for his control. “Are you going to hate it?”

I swallow as his lids flicker open and he stares down at me. “I am,” I say.

“What else do you think you’ll hate?” he asks, circling and teasing my mouth to open more.

“I’ll probably hate spreading my legs wide for you and letting you put this hard cock in my pussy.” Lord, I’ve never said anything quite so dirty before. It almost brings a giggle to my throat.

“Are you going to hate me wrecking you?” he asks, his voice thick, heavy with need.

“Uh-huh,” I say as he pulses against my mouth, reducing me to a hot, quivering mess dying to taste him. His hips power forward, his body flexing, and he finally offers me an inch. I moan around his length and he grabs my hair, his fingers bunching in my curls.

“That’s it,” he groans.

I tighten my lips to suck, sealing them around his bulging veins. While I’ve never done this before, one thing is for certain, I hate it. Yeah, I hate it so goddamn much I want to take him even deeper. I want him to spurt down my throat. I want to taste every drop of his release, knowing it was me who made him this hard, this aroused.

I grip him in my hand, feasting on him like it’s my goddamn job, and his breathing is so ragged and rough, his male scent that much sharper as he fights release.

“Enough,” he says, and I whimper when he pulls from my mouth. “Get on that bed and spread your legs. Let’s see how much you’ll hate it when I’m inside you.”

My legs are so rubbery, it’s all I can do to stand up, get myself on the bed and spread my legs wide. He growls as he lets his gaze roam the length of me. Then he walks backward and my heart lurches. My God, has he changed his mind? Is he going to leave me like this and walk away laughing?

I go up on my elbows, my skin hot and flushed and achy for his touch. “Roman?” I say.

“Don’t move. You stay just like that, Peyton. I’m going to get a condom, then I’m going to fuck the hell out of you once and for all. Will you hate that?”

“Yeah, over the years,” I begin, so breathless it’s a bit hard to talk, “when I touched myself, and thought about you inside me, I hated it.”

“You’ve thought about my cock a lot, huh?” he asks as he tugs on it.

“A time or two.”

“You rubbed that sweet pussy while you thought about it?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Did you come on your finger, Peyton?”

“I did.” I slide my hand down my body, rub my breasts and go lower to swipe the soft pad of my finger over my clit. “I would get so wet.”

“I like how wet you get.”

“That’s what you do to me,” I admit.

“This is what you do to me,” he says, and glances at his cock. “I imagined this so many times in my mind. There are so many ways I want to take you.”

“I bet I’ll hate them all.”

He grins. “Yeah.”

“Roman.”

“Hmm,” he says as I continue to touch myself.

“Condom.”

“Right.” He moans and I slick my finger over my clit as he disappears. A second later, he’s on the bed, ripping into the wrapper and sheathing himself. He falls over me, heavy and strong, and captures my lips. He kisses me hard, claiming my mouth in a frenzied rush. I put my legs around him and lift.

He breaks the kiss and buries his mouth in the hollow of my neck, tasting my skin as he probes my slick opening.

“Please, fuck me,” I cry out, and he pistons forward. A gasp catches in my throat as he rams into me, seating himself high and going perfectly still. His cock stretches my body, hits places, deep places I never