Vik
CHAPTER TEN
Idon’t waste another second. I step back from her to strip out of my clothes.
Romy watches as I take off one piece at a time, unbuttoning my shirt first, having ripped off my tie and suit jacket on the way over here, needing to do something with my hands or I’d have probably ripped the steering wheel off.
“You need me, beautiful?” I pull at my belt, it slides through the loops, making a whooshing noise, and I drop it to the ground as I step out of my shoes.
“Please.” My pants and boxer briefs get tossed along with my socks. I stand before Romy just as naked as she is. I wrap my fist around my cock, squeezing the tip tightly to stave off the need to jerk myself off on the beauty beneath me, to paint her with my cum and mark her as mine.
“You’re making it hard, beautiful. Real hard.” I grunt on a downward stroke.
“I can see that, Vik. So, what are you waiting for.” She trails her hand down her body, steepling her fingers right above her pussy.
I don’t reply. I hook my hands under her thighs and lift her, shifting her until her butt is resting squarely on the arm of the couch.
Somewhere along the way, she fell to the cushions.
This position elevates her perfectly, tilting her pelvis up and exposing her to me once again.
Romy grips the couch cushions for balance, and her eyes lock on to mine, wide, full of desire and anticipation.
“Vik, please,” she whispers. Her anger for me is gone, swallowed by sheer want. I step between her thighs, the tip of cock brushing against her soaked cunt. Romy lets out a loud gasp and her hips shift upward.
“Beautiful,” I growl, softly sinking inside her.
I’m not taking this fast; I want to feel every goddamn millimeter.
I keep my eyes locked on her, pushing forward, tunneling into her wet, tight heat.
The sensation is overwhelming, if it’s from the pregnancy or the lack of having her in my life, I’ve got no fucking idea.
Romy feels warmer, tighter, wrapping around me with a velvet grip.
There’s nothing between us—no barriers, no hesitations, just skin against skin, burning us up.
I watch as her face transforms as I fill her completely.
Her walls tighten, and her eyes flutter shut.
A long, trembling sigh escapes her parted lips as I feel her ripple along my dick, saturating me with her wetness.
“You feel this, feel us?” I pull back a fraction of an inch before diving back in.
Romy’s eyes lift, heavy and laced with pleasure, and I track every damn movement.
One hand cups her full breast, the other holds my hand beneath her thigh.
I begin to move in a steady, unyielding pace, sinking deeper before pulling out until all that’s left is the tip of my dick, only to plunge back in.
The angle she’s in allows me to bottom out against her with every stroke.
The slapping sound of the two us combined only makes me want her more.
“I feel you. I see you.” She looks at us.
We both watch the way my body slides in and out of hers, the lips of her pussy wrapping around my dick, her clit flaring to life, and her pale skin flushes from me wrapping my hands into her hair.
Romy’s belly slightly shifts with the force of my thrusts, raw, primal, and so damn intimate.
This is what I missed, her and I together, connected.
“Christ, beautiful. You’re so tight,” I groan. My hands grip her tighter, anchoring her as I pick up the pace. The slow, torturous plunges give way to a harder, more urgent drive. Every time I bury myself inside her, she lets out a broken sob, her head tossing side to side on the cushions.
“Vik. It’s too much,” Romy cries out. Though, she’s arching her hips, managing to meet every single deep plunge, chasing her orgasm, demanding more.
“It’s not enough. It’ll never be fucking enough,” I mutter, leaning forward, swiveling my hips, and pressing a bruising kiss to her shoulder, my teeth grazing her skin as I drive into her over and over again.
The slick heat of her pussy is like the vodka I love, wiping out every coherent thought in my brain until there’s only us, the tightness of her body, the knowledge that I’ll do whatever I have to in order to keep her, no matter how pissed she is at me.
The tension in the living room coils tighter.
I can feel the tremors starting deep inside of her body.
The sudden, frantic clenching of the walls of her pussy gives me all the signal I need that she’s right on the edge.
Her breathing changes into short, ragged gasps, and her eyes lock on to mine with a beauty I don’t deserve.
“Let go,” I whisper, my own release clawing at the back of my throat, threatening to break. Jesus, my balls are heavy, and since I’ve been using nothing but my fist since she’s been gone, I know it’s going to take me right over the edge.
“I am,” Romy gasps, her cunt locking tightly around my dick.
“Vik!” She shatters. A high, sweet cry breaks from her lips as her climax rips through her.
Romy’s pussy flutters around me in violent waves that squeeze me too damn hard.
Her pleasure breaks me, and with one last deep, unrestrained thrust, I bury myself as far inside as I can go and I let go.
My come pours into her pretty pussy as I hold her tightly against the arm of the couch, both of us drowning in our combined release.
Damn if I’ll ever leave her pussy again.