“Play with your clit.” He held her legs up, spreading her, staring down at her with a building need he didn’t know how to answer.
She whimpered. A low, desperate sound that had his c**k jerking in response.
“Play with it, baby,” he crooned gently, watching as her trembling fingers slid down the soft roundness of her stomach. “There you go. Feel how wet and hot you are.”
It was the most exciting thing he had ever seen in his life. Her fingers, slender and graceful, moving to the soft, soaked fleece that surrounded the swollen bud of her clit, parting the swollen lips, circling the hard little nub.
“Oh yeah, sweetheart,” he encouraged her, almost panting from excitement. “Slide your fingers down, Roni. I want to see you f**k yourself. See you part that pretty cunt with your own fingers.”
She was whimpering, flushed, her soft blue eyes dazed with lust as her h*ps jerked.
“Oh, that’s a good girl.” His hands tightened on her thighs as he watched her fingers slide down the narrow cleft, two of the slender digits sliding to the first knuckle inside the tempting depths of her cunt.
“Feel how hot that sweet pu**y is.” He could barely force the words from his mouth. “I’m going to f**k it so hard and so long you’ll never forget what it’s like to have my c**k owning you.” Her hand jerked, a cry tearing from her chest as more of her juices coated her fingers. His c**k was an agonizing throb now. Propping her small feet on the edge of the desk, he used one hand to spread her pu**y apart, the other to grip his cock, to ease the mindless rush to shove it so far inside her that he merged with her very soul.
“I’m dying.” Her cry echoed with a touch of fear, thickened with lust, emotion and desperation. Her fingers sank into her vagina again. Pulled back. Thrust in as her h*ps lifted from the desk in response.
“Yeah, baby,” he groaned. “Get your fingers nice and slick with that sweet pu**y juice. Because you’re going to feed it to me, allow me to suck it from your pretty fingers while I f**k you crazy.”
She came. He watched it, the way her cl*t swelled further, pulsed and glistened. The flesh stretching around her fingers clenched, spasmed, as her desperate mewl of release whispered past her lips. Taber could wait no longer.
He gripped her wrist, pulling her fingers free, grimacing in painful pleasure at the sound of her tight cunt sucking at her departing fingers. Pressing closer, he tucked the head of his c**k at the little opening as his eyes met hers. He brought her fingers to his lips, dripping with the swirls of her rich cream, and sucked one into his mouth as he plunged his c**k deep inside her pu**y.
“Oh hell.” His back arched. The tight, gripping muscles of her sex sucked him in, closing on his erection like a silken vise, milking it rhythmically. “Sweet Roni,” he groaned around her fingers. “That’s a good girl. Oh yeah, good, baby. Milk my cock.”
Her cries were constant now, mewling little sounds, the whisper of his name, the erotic plea that he f**k
her hard, deep. But he wanted to stay just like this, his c**k spreading her, the lips of her pu**y nearly flattened from the width of flesh shoved inside her.
“So pretty.” He licked her fingers of the last drop of erotic cream before laying her hand to the desk, pressing it there firmly, a silent demand that she not move it. She stared back at him, her eyes wide, her lips moist as she tried to breathe past the excitement building in the air around them.
His gaze dropped back down to her thighs, a primal rumble of conquest escaping his chest.
“My pu**y.” He pulled back then, watching his c**k slide nearly free of her, glistening with the slick inner juices that flowed from her. “My pretty, hot pu**y.” He worked the desperately hard shaft back inside her, loving the fierce grip, fighting his orgasm with every breath so he could relish the nearly painful clenching of her muscles on his flesh.
His balls had contracted tight and hard beneath his erection, pulsing with the need to release their hot load of sperm into the silky depths of her cunt. His body was raging. Sharp talons of sensation streaked up his spine as he pulled free of her again, only to re-enter her slowly, groaning at the sheer pleasure of watching his c**k f**k into her, feeling her grip him, her pu**y weep for him.
“Ah baby, so good.” She tightened on him again as the head of his c**k sank to the entrance of her womb, pulled back, stroked in. “That’s my sweet baby. So tight and hot around my cock. God, I love f**king you, Roni.”
But he couldn’t fight the need clenching every cell in his body much longer. Her sex was an inferno around the thick flesh f**king into her, tightening on him with every thrust as her keening pleas rocked his mind.
He was unable to stop the building speed of each penetration, his mind consumed by the sheer exhilaration of burying his c**k inside her, feeling the tender flesh glove him, tighten on him. His release was only seconds away. He could feel the barb beneath the head of his c**k beginning to lengthen, to prepare to lock him inside her, to release its silky se**n along with the load ready to erupt from the head of his cock.
“Baby.” He moved inside her hard and deep now, the moist sounds of his c**k penetrating and her cunt suckling, filling the air.
He couldn’t plunge into her fast enough, hard enough, couldn’t get enough of the feel of her pu**y tightening on him. Tighter. Tighter.
“Fuck yes. Yes.” He gripped her thighs harder as he felt her vagina quake, ripple, then lock down on him with a force that had him roaring in pleasure as she unraveled beneath him. He couldn’t hold off any longer. He threw his head back, sweat dripping from his hair, his face, as he lost his hold on reality. The barb extended its full length, locking him inside her as it pressed firmly into the back of her pu**y, holding him in as it released its own precious load into her fertile body. The sensitive extension prolonged the exquisite agony of his release, making his body tremble, convulse, as another roar tore through him. The animal was triumphant, the man awed by the sheer power of emotion that poured from him. His. His woman. His pu**y. All his.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“Taber, we have movement outside the house. I’m sending Dawn and Sherra to protect Merinus and Roni in their rooms, but I need you out here.” The call came in after midnight, mere hours after Taber and Roni managed to fall into an exhausted sleep.
He had carried her back to their room after the exhausting release in the office. Just to sleep, he had assured himself. They hadn’t left the room except to eat the rest of the day. The drowsiness fled his brain at Kane’s abrupt announcement. “I’m on my way,” he said quietly as he moved from the bed. “How close are they?”
“Too f**king close. I have men securing the outside of the house. You and Callan take care of the inside. There are still too many holes we haven’t managed to plug yet. I’ll keep you updated.”
“Fuck,” Taber cursed as he jerked his jeans from the floor and rushed for the weapons he kept in the large walk-in closet in the bathroom. Roni was only steps behind him.