Romy
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Ishift on Vik’s lap. My sundress is already rucked high around my hips from when I tackled him, leaving only my panties and his clothes between me and his thick cock.
The friction of my bare thighs against his expensive suit pants is agonizingly sharp, a tease that makes a soft, needy whimper catch in my throat.
“Hmm.” Vik hears it, his eyes darkening to a near-black. His commanding edge is right on the surface when he realizes I’m more than ready for him to sink inside me.
“Christ, beautiful,” he grunts. He doesn’t waste another second.
With an ease that makes my head spin, his hands slip down my torso, grip the fabric of my sundress, and pull it over my head in one fluid, urgent motion.
Not much has changed when Vik undresses me, the material is flung to the floor—without breaking eye contact.
I sit in his lap in only my bra and panties, the coolness of the room brushing against my bare skin, making my nipples pebble instantly.
Vik’s gaze tracks down the length of my chest, the swollen curve of my breasts, and then the distinctly rounded belly of being eighteen weeks along. Between the reverence in his look and the heat in his eyes, he is making me burn from the inside out.
“Vik,” I moan as his hands move to the waistband of my lace panties.
There’s no gentleness in the movement. Only pure demand.
I lift up, immediately realizing what he’s about to do.
A sharp, sudden tug, and he rips the delicate fabric to shreds.
A quick flick of the clasp between my breasts and rolling of my shoulders frees me completely.
“Christ, Romy,” he groans. The loss of my barriers makes me bold. I attack his clothes with a frantic, desperate energy of my own. My fingers fly to the front of his custom-tailored button-up black shirt, my knuckles scraping against his solid chest as I tear at the buttons.
“Fair is fair.” A few of them pop off, scattering across the floor, but neither of us cares.
I shove the fabric off his broad, tanned shoulders, exposing the rigid, muscular ridges of his torso, mapping the hard lines of his abs with my palms. I don’t stop moving until my hands fumble with the heavy silver buckle of his belt.
My fingers tremble, slick with need and anticipation, making me curse under my breath as I fight against the leather.
“Rory, beautiful, let me,” Vik murmurs, his voice rough, but I push his hands away.
“No,” I gasp, determination dripping in my voice.
“I want to do it.” I finally manage to pop the belt open before quickly moving to the button then tugging on his zipper.
The moment the tracks part, his thick, rigid length springs free, hot and throbbing against his abdomen.
I wrap my hand around his thick dick. The tip is dripping with his precum, and my palm is instantly coated in the slickness.
“Fuck, beautiful,” Vik groans low in his throat, his head falling back against the cushion of the couch as my fingers squeeze him, sliding up and down his cock, twisting my wrist how he likes it.
I’m tempted to get on my knees and take him in my mouth, except since I’ve been pregnant, all I’ve wanted is him inside me, not in my hand or with my lips wrapped around his length.
Nope, I want his cock in my pussy at every waking minute.
The ache inside me builds, a hollow, pulsing need that only Vik can fill, and waiting is no longer an option. I brace one hand on his massive shoulder, sit up, and lift my hips. I position myself over his hard tip, tilting my pelvis up, and slowly, deliberately lower myself down.
“Oh god.” A long, breathless gasp tears from my throat as I bottom out on him, taking his full, massive length into my body in one deep, agonizingly perfect stroke.
The sensations are overwhelming, between the pregnancy making me entirely too sensitive, tight, and wet, along with knowing Vik loves me, truly loves me.
“Not god, Romy, just yours.” Vik fills me completely, stretching my walls until I feel like I’m going to burst around him. My core wraps around him like a velvet glove. I close my eyes, head dropping back as I sit fully on his lap. I let out a shaky breath when he flexes his cock inside me.
“Do that again, please.” My eyes open and tip down to see us joined so seamlessly. Another few weeks, and with my growing belly, this position may not be possible.
“Like this?” He does as I ask, taking over control, hands instantly clamping on my hips, his fingers digging into my skin with a bruising, desperate grip.
Even being on the bottom, his power is undeniable.
He takes over, his hips lifting, driving up into me with a steady, undeniable force that has me gripping his shoulders for dear life.
“Exactly like that.” My eyes start to close.
“Look at me,” Vik demands, his voice a gravelly whisper.
I force my eyes open. He’s staring up at me; his features are contorted with a mix of intense pleasure and fierce possessiveness.
I begin to move with him, riding him, sliding up and down his thick and long shaft in a soft, passionate flow that gradually grows faster and more urgent.
“Vik,” I mutter his name. The wet friction-filled sounds of bodies colliding echoes in the massive, quiet office.
“So close.” The familiar, tight coil of tension begins to unwrap in my lower abdomen.
My pussy flutters, and the spike of pleasure is something else.
I arch my back, the ends of my hair dragging across the tops of his thighs, and his thumb presses down on my clit, prolonging the sensation with each and every thrust.
“Not yet,” Vik says with a rugged pant.
“Vik, no, please,” I cry out, trying to force myself back down on his cock. “I’m right there.”
“I know, beautiful, I know. Hold on,” he mutters, his voice straining past the limit.
With a surge of effortless strength that leave me breathless, he lifts me off him entirely.
A whimper leaves my lips at the sudden feeling of emptiness, but before I can voice it, he spins me around on his lap.
In one swift motion, he shifts us, placing me in a reverse cowgirl position.
“Oh my god.” He presses his heavy palm firmly against my upper back, guiding me forward.
I instinctively reach out, my hands finding purchase on the cool, smooth wood of the massive coffee table in front of us.
I grip the edges, my arms extended, my chest lowered, naturally tipping my pussy back and up, exposing me completely.
I can feel him behind me, his hot, heavy breath fanning against my back, and he doesn’t wait.
Vik drives back into me from behind in one powerful, unrestrained plunge.
“Fuck,” a loud, broken sob tears from my lips as he bottoms out inside me. The angle is entirely different—deeper, harder, and mercilessly precise.
“Going to make you come for me so hard, you’ll drip all over you, all over me, all over the furniture, and all over the floor.
” I know what that means. Vik loves nothing more than to make me a mess.
I begin working right along with him, pushing my hips back to meet every single one of his heavy, pounding thrusts, using the table to push off, demanding even more.
“I love watching you.” He lets out a dark, primal growl, his hand resting on my lower back, his thumb tracing the dimples there.
“I love taking you with your stomach full of our child right in front of me, but this view from behind…” he rasps, his voice vibrating against my spine as he continues to tunnel in and out of my tight, wet heat.
“Watching my dick stretch you, Romy. Seeing this…” He pauses, delivering a slow, deep stroke that makes my elbows buckle slightly.
He reaches his hand down between our bodies, his fingers finding the slickness from my center on his cock.
I know where this is heading and I’m more than excited.
He slides his thumb up, rubbing it firmly over the fleshy, forbidden entrance just above where we’re joined.
“Vik,” I whimper, my head dropping as my body begins to shake.
He gathers more of my wetness on his finger, and with a sudden, firm pressure, he presses his thumb inside my ass.
The dual sensation is a total cataclysm; the fullness of his dick combined with the intense feeling of his thumb stretching me shatters my remaining restraint.
My walls convulse violently, clamping down around his length in a fierce grip as I come apart.
“Vik!” My cry is high, piercing the office as my orgasm rips through my body.
It’s wet, it’s hot, and I swear the hair on my head tingles with how hard I come.
He delivers three more punishing pumps of his hips, burying himself as deep as possible inside me.
“I love you,” he grunts, the words raw, guttural, and completely Vik as he coats my pussy with his release.
His upper body collapses against me, holding me tightly against him.
It’s not until he pulls me back, his hand dipping between my thighs, thumb sliding slow, smooth circles on my clit, that he says, “Knew I’d make you squirt. Ready to go again?” I laugh.
“I love you, too, and I’m ready whenever you are.” Because one thing is for certain: Vik is as insatiable as I am these days.