I push my ass back and rub against the hardness suppressed in his pants because it couldn’t be more okay. Any other man and I’d cringe under his touch. Hate his eyes on me. But this is Roamyn. My hero. My love. A man who’d rather die than bring me any harm. He feels my unspoken response and a grunt resonates near my ear. Before I can speak or move, my shorts are around my ankles, my pink lace panties are snapped off and my shirt’s rising over my chest. I lift my arms and Roam pulls it over my head, discarding it to the floor. Goosebumps prickle over my skin as he unclips my bra and I let it fall.
Roamyn’s belt buckle and pants hit the floor behind me and as I turn around the muscles in his stomach move and stretch as he shrugs off his shirt.
He chin lifts at the couch a few step away from us. “Bend over it, baby.”
My hips sway as I walk. I grab the back of the couch like he asks and when I bend over Roamyn’s already behind me, dropping to his knees, hands gripping my ass.
I glance back and my eyes connect with Roamyn’s. He caresses my cheeks. My body blazes with heat and with a grin on his face Roamyn dips a finger down my crack and plunges it deep into my drenched pussy.
“Ah,” I moan. Breathless. Needy. The whole time he watches me, our connection never breaking.
“You like watching, baby? You wanna see what I’m doing to you?” He adds another finger and builds up rhythm.
“Yes.” I nod. “I want to see.”
He pulls out and spins me around, lifting me up at the same time. He walks us down the hall into my room and the soft comforter on my bed envelops me. Roam bends to the floor and wastes no time.
He presses a kiss to my bare pussy. “Sit up on your elbows and touch yourself. Play with your tits while you watch me eat your pussy.”
My clit pulses. Lust spurs me on and I pinch my nipples between my fingers. I squeeze my breasts together for Roamyn to see. They’re heavy. They ache—they ache for more. I squirm as Roam’s hair tickles my inner thighs. His tongue licks up every drop of desire. It swirls over my clit with perfect precision as he peers up at me with hungry eyes. It’s teasing, tantalizing and addicting. I push my hips up. Just a little more pressure. Roam hums against me and I push again, chasing the bliss that’s now within reach. My breathing becomes rapid. Loud. It turns into moan after moan as he slips two fingers into the mix with his magical tongue. The muscles in my stomach recoil. Pressure builds in my core. My white sheets crinkle under my hands as I grip them tightly.
“That’s it, babe. Ride my fingers. Let me show you how good it can be.”
His words shatter me into a million pieces. The dirty dipped in sweetness crashes against every wall defending my heart. My guard falls and so do I. I come undone for this man who stole a piece of my fifteen-year-old soul and never gave it back. And for the first time ever, I welcome the vulnerability. I soak up every sheet pulling, ass grabbing, leg shaking moment of pure fucking ecstasy.
My chest heaves as I chase my breath. Roamyn pushes me up the bed with him. He spreads my thighs apart. Kisses up each side and pulls both legs over his shoulders. The whole time I stare at his crotch. Tasting his long thick cock already on my lips.
The head of his cock lines up with my pussy. He grips my hips and glances up. “You ready, baby?”
God yes. More than ready.
I bite my lip and nod. His dimples peek out as his face splits into a grin.
He slams on home.
It’s Sunday. Not that long ago I dreaded Sundays. I had to sit in church and listen to two of the most callous men I’d ever met preach about love, loyalty, and honor while doing it with a forced smile on my face despite the bones of my hand crushing from Lucio squeezing it too tight. Not that anyone witnessed that part. It made me sick to my stomach. My skin would crawl. No amount of hot water blistering my body in a shower ever washed away the permanent layer of disgust I