Chapter 24 – Braelyn
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My hands drag impatiently along Roman’s skin, hot and hard beneath my touch.
Shifting back, he removes his shorts and I watch, his tattoos and muscles a feast for my eyes.
He’s got his locked on me too. On my tits, swollen and wet from his mouth, down the slope of my stomach to my pussy covered in virginal white lace.
Faster than I can anticipate, his hands grab the sides of my panties, and he shreds them from my hips. I gasp and jerk back to the end of the sofa, against the wicker arm.
“What the hell?”
“You bought these for another man. Did you honestly think I’d let them survive?”
“But, but…” I sputter.
“I’ll buy you new ones.”
I smack his shoulder. “I don’t want you to buy me new ones.”
“I know.” He smirks. “That’s what makes it so fun for me to do.”
“Ugh.”
“Now back that to that scene. I believe he mentioned something about face fucking her cunt.”
“I believe he used a less crude term.”
“That’s literature. This is real life, and I’m going to make you fuck my face.
” With his eyes still on mine, he grasps my hips and in a move I can’t even comprehend, he’s got me straddling his face as he lies down on the chaise part of the sofa.
My hands plant into the wall behind the sofa and my chin drops to meet his eyes.
I get a taunting eyebrow while his tongue comes out and circles my clit before it slips lower, straight up into me, as deep as he can go.
“Oh!” I cry out, my head flinging back and my eyes closing. Shit. He smacks my ass. Once. Twice. The third time is the hardest, making me squeal, but then he’s clutching my hips and pulling me down on his face. His nose rubs my clit and he takes a deep inhale.
“Goddamn delicious.” Like a man possessed, he growls into me, dragging the rough stubble on his chin along the most sensitive parts of me. Swirls and deep, grinding fucks make my clit pulse and my pussy drip. He’s sinful. Depraved. And it makes me high. High on this. High on him.
“Roman,” I moan, rocking against him.
“Did you buy those panties and think about him doing this? Him licking your cunt and making you come?” His voice is pure fucking gravel, coarse and stone and unrefined. Around and around, his tongue swirls, and I can’t think.
My eyes pinch shut, and when I don’t answer him, he smacks my ass so hard I yelp and I know there’s a handprint there.
“Answer me, Braelyn.”
Fuck. “Yes. I wanted him to do this to me.”
He flips me over until I’m on my back and his face is hovering over mine. Two fingers pound straight into me while he uses the heel of his hand to rub my clit. “But who’s doing it to you now?”
Oh god. “You are.”
His hand slides up to my neck in a possessive collar while he finger fucks me like no one ever has before. It’s almost brutal how deep and hard he’s going. The sound of it, how ridiculously wet he has me, only turns me on more.
“Damn fucking right. Only me, Braelyn. Never him again. No one fucking else but me.”
Jesus.
His hand squeezes my neck before he eases up, before he slides back down my body and puts his mouth on my pussy. French kissing me with flicks of his tongue that twist my body and bend my mind.
“Fuck!” I yell and pull at his hair, ripping and annoyed that I can’t get a tighter grip on it.
He blows cool air on my throbbing clit and uses his wet fingers to slap it.
My opening. My ass. Blood thrums through my body, making my clit pulse before he puts his fingers back inside me, curling them, quirking them, and thrusting them in and out while rubbing that spot that has me seeing sparkles of light behind my eyes.
With one final flick of his tongue and pounding of his fingers, he has me tightening around him and spasms taking hold within my core, intensifying until I’m screaming and undulating against him, fucking his face and fingers with everything I have, and begging him to never stop.
My mind frazzles and those sparks of light I had behind my eyes turn into fireworks and parades and marching bands. My orgasm is so intense it splinters me from the inside out and causes my toes to cramp from how tightly they’ve curled.
I have no clue if anyone nearby can hear me.
Actually, I’m positive they could, but I don’t care.
I want him inside me this second. I need to feel him.
To feel that fullness. And I must tell him because he growls into me, his tongue giving me one final lick that has me whimpering and pushing against him.
I fall flat against the sofa, my eyes closed while I pant for my life.
He shifts and I hear him moving. I quirk an eye open and watch as he licks his fingers to clean off my cum. I don’t get a second to take that in before his wet fingers smack my breast, making it jiggle. But then he’s kissing me again, swallowing my heavy breaths and framing my face with his hands.
I taste myself on him. Salty and clean, but he’s there underneath it. Reaching down, I tug on his boxer briefs, using my feet to push them down the rest of the way. He kicks them off once they reach his ankles, his mouth never leaving mine.
One knee gets dropped onto his shoulder, the other butterflied out, suspended off the edge of the couch.
Then he plunges straight into me all the way to the hilt and I’m calling out his name like it’s a prayer and a plea and a fuck you.
Because holy shit, I feel him in my uterus.
No matter how many times we end up doing this, I’m positive he’ll always feel this big on that first thrust. There is no getting used to that.
The walls of my pussy clench as I somehow grow more sensitive than I was before.
“Fuck.” His forehead falls to mine. “Fuck, baby, nothing feels better than being inside you. Your cunt is fucking incredible.”
He lowers himself onto me, stretching me with my knee on his shoulder, but his hands come under my shoulder blades and he holds me against him, keeping our foreheads locked.
His cock pistons in and out of me with upward thrusts and heavy rocks that brush my clit.
My breath scrambles from my lungs as he picks up his pace.
The friction is otherworldly, but with my body like this and him holding me as tightly as he is, he controls my movements.
I have no choice but to take what he’s giving me even as my hands claw at his back with each pound. I quake with how good this feels. How deep inside of me he is. How big he feels, filling me so that he’s all I know.
Rough teeth scrape along my jaw as his lips trickle up to mine.
He holds me tighter against him, his hips pistoning and pounding, his cock slicing in and out of me so fast I can’t catch my breath.
My orgasm is rapidly building, with no way to slow or stop it.
He’s dragging it from the depth of my body, commanding I give it to him when he declares so.
I’m tight and swollen. His cock thick and hard. All of it making me crave more.
“Mine,” he grunts, biting my lip. “No one else’s. Not ever.”
He hasn’t stopped fucking me. He hasn’t slowed.
He’s covered in sweat and I am too and the way he’s fucking me, hitting my front wall on the inside and my clit on the outside has me digging my nails into his shoulders.
I’m marking him. I’m positive of it and he must realize that too because he changes the angle and swivels his hips.
He licks my neck and sucks on my flesh. “My sexy girl. You don’t know how I crave you. How I can’t get enough. Braelyn, I’ll never get enough.”
“Roman… I…”
“Give it to me, baby. Come all over my cock. Then I’m going to fill you up.” He moans as he feels me start to come. “Yes. Oh hell, yes, that’s so good.”
I shatter. Absolutely fall apart. My eyes close and my face buries in his neck, and I hold on as he fucks me through my orgasm. I grind against him, my body shaking as he comes inside of me with a feral roar. The sound and feel of him coming inside me like this take me to the next level.
He collapses on top of me. Releasing my leg from his shoulder, he drops his weight over me, and wraps his arms around me.
For a few moments, we simply hold each other and work to slow our breathing.
His weight is heavy against me, but it feels perfect.
Slowly, he rocks into me, his lips trickling along my neck.
My fingers glide along the slopes and planes of his back, memorizing them.
“Let’s go for a walk,” he murmurs against me.
I can’t help but giggle. “You expect my legs to work after that?”
I can feel him smile against me. “We could get in the pool and I could fuck you in there next.”
I cackle. I have no clue where it comes from.
His head pops up and he eyes me. “You okay?”
“I have no clue what I am. I’m a lot. That’s all I know.”
“I can’t argue that.”
“Maybe a walk would be good. I haven’t moved much today.”
“That I can argue.” He winks and slowly pulls out of me. I’m sore. Definitely sore, but in that pleasure-pain kind of way. Like after you’ve had a hell of a workout but are vibing on all the endorphins.
He slips back on his briefs and shorts, his eyes all over me as he dresses.
“I’ll be back in a minute.”
He clasps my jaw and holds me still before I can escape. “No more tears or hiding from me.”
“You ripped my panties. I need new ones.”
He shrugs. “Not really. You can go without them.”
I scrunch my nose. “I’m leaking your cum.”
He groans, his forehead back on mine. “You have no idea how hot that is to me.” He reaches down and rubs my pussy, feeling his cum and pushing it back inside me with two fingers.
He starts to pump in and out, and holy Christmas, how can I possibly be responding to him when my vagina is simultaneously yelling at me?
“Ah. No. My pussy needs a break before the next happy hour.”
He laughs and kisses me, withdrawing his fingers from me. “Are we good?”
“You’re checking in with me a lot.”
His thumb drags back and forth along my cheek and his soulful eyes dance about my face. “I don’t want to mess this up. This feels like the most important week of my life, and I want to get it right.”
My heart gives a floppy thump, and something inside me shifts. It says, What the fuck are you doing, you idiot, and why are you holding back from this incredible man?
I don’t have an answer. It’s right. I’m just not ready yet. Maybe that’s crazy, but so is blindly jumping into something when if I hadn’t caught the train home that day, I’d likely still be engaged to another man. Instead of being married to this one. Oy.
I don’t answer him with words. Instead, I tilt up and kiss him. I hold his face in my hands, feeling my ring shift against his cheek. It’s been the most chaotic almost three weeks of my life. It scares me. Everything has changed with us, and it’ll never go back to how it used to be.
There is fear with that uncertainty.
But also… that voice is back. The one whispering how nothing has ever felt more right than Roman. Despite the madness in my head and my heart, I know I don’t want to let go of this because I’m afraid and have been burned.
Roman won’t burn me.
He’s the guy who burns down the world for you.
I just have to hope I won’t need him to.