Chapter 17 Royce #3
His tongue slid through my center and deep groans of approval echoed through his chest. My fingers slid into his hair as I did exactly as he instructed and began to fuck his face.
The sounds in the room were sloppy and wet as he sucked and licked me without abandon.
He had fully let go of something as he pushed my thighs back and dove into my center with eagerness.
His ministrations began a fury of need and desire building within me.
I was a reckless creature, dying for more.
I clawed at his hair, drug him closer, and rocked my hips against his face.
Even my begging was filthy. “Are you as wet as me, Ford? Can I taste you like you’re tasting me?”
He groaned in reply but hadn’t let up from sucking my clit into his mouth.
I ground against his face even harder. “Wanna feel you, have you stuff me with your cock. Please, Ford. OhmyGod. I’m going to come.”
I was crying. Actual tears were about to flow from my eyes as his mouth refused to let up.
Until it was too much, and my thighs clenched around his face, trapping him with his mouth attached to my cunt and my orgasm spilling on his tongue.
The stars dancing behind my eyes, the way he held me, the sounds he made.
I loved how desperate he was for me. It added to how badly I had come against him.
He gently gave a few more swipes of his tongue before sucking, and then he was moving.
No one had ever tasted me and then kissed me. It was more than that though, Ford’s hand came to my jaw while he stared down at me in reverence.
“Open your mouth, Royce.”
Staring up at him, I did as he said. Then I watched in shock as he spat directly into my mouth.
No, he spat my release into my mouth.
“Swallow.” His hand moved to my throat, where he could feel my compliance.
His heaving chest nearly brushed mine as he explained, “That’s your punishment for talking like that while I was eating you out.
You made me cum inside my boxers, so you get to swallow your release.
Next time you talk to me in such a filthy fashion and I’m not in a position to—what is it you said?
” He tilted his head like he was remembering.
“Stuff you with my cock? You’re going to taste your punishment. ”
Heat shot through my core. My hips bucked, and I suddenly wanted to feel how messy he’d become. I wanted to taste him.
“Why not have me clean you up?” I asked demurely.
His eyes went wide for two seconds before he acted like I hadn’t taken him by surprise.
“That what you want?”
“You made a mess of me. It’s only fair I see the mess I made of you.”
His small laugh made his stomach dip. I could see it by the way his muscles contracted.
“Fuck, what am I going to do with you?”
I shifted, so that I was leaving the bed. I slid my thong down my legs and left it on the floor, and then I did the same with my shirt.
I stood naked in front of him.
“I’ll sleep in one of your shirts.”
He smiled. “Yes.”
I began crawling back onto the bed on my hands and knees. “I want you. All of you. I’m on birth control, and I’m clean. No need to be careful with me. I don’t want to wait.”
He gripped my chin and held it firm. “We fuck once, and it’s as good as havin’ a fucking ring on your finger, Rose. You’re mine for always. I won’t ever share you with another.”
Sometimes his words landed like warm rocks in the bottom of my stomach.
Soothing but dangerous, and terrifying. Staring up at him, I gently brushed the few dark pieces of hair away from his brow, and saw something gentle and tender.
Something that made my heart pinch tight as if it’d been caught in a snare, and I couldn’t get free.
“I think I’ve been yours, Ford, for a lot longer than you realize.
” I searched his face before pushing on his chest. He followed my direction, lying down on his back so I could straddle him.
His boxers were slid down low enough to free his cock, and with my eyes on his, he helped me sink down onto him.
Our palms met right as I slid my hips forward, and then our fingers interlaced.
“Who knew all this time, Rose, you’d fit my cock perfectly.” His voice was rough as our pace quickened and his erection filled me so intensely that my spread legs quaked with every leisurely shift forward.
My breathing came out ragged as I replied, “Don’t remind me how much time you wasted on that grudge, Ford. I’m still trying to forgive you.”
His humming reply was interrupted when he curled forward and wrapped his mouth around my nipple.
The feel of his hot mouth against me sent a shockwave of heat through me.
My hips canted briskly as my orgasm built once more, my breathing was short and my hands flew from Ford’s to the back of his head where I held him in place.
His eyes slid up, latching on to mine while a cunning smile crested his lips as he slid his tongue over my pebbled nipple.
“Forgive me, Rose. Fuck, please forgive me because I can’t ever walk away from this.”
“No.” I pulled his face up and slammed my mouth against his. “No walking away.”
Our movements became frantic, tense, and desperate.
My cries grew as his cock hit home harder and harder with each passing roll of the hips.
Our mouths connected in a frenzy as his groans echoed, and my cry shredded my lungs.
My head tipped back as my orgasm shook my limbs, wringing me tight only to let me freefall.
Ford licked up the column of my neck right as his arms circled my waist in a viselike grip.
He froze for a second while he held me to him, and then after a few slow pumps, his face rested against my bare chest, and his breathing came out in small bursts. “Holy shit.”
Holy shit, indeed. “That was incredible,” I rasped, still feeling boneless and light. Ford helped me slide off him, and I instantly snuggled into one of his pillows. He rolled and pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Maybe no shirt tonight, I want you exactly like this.”
I was starting to drift, but I remembered him coming into the room with a warm rag to clean me up, then he pulled the blankets up over my shoulders before sliding in next to me.
“Is this weird for you?” I whispered into the dark, feeling sleep begin to drag me under.
He waited a second or two, but eventually Ford replied, “No, Rose, it’s not weird. It’s everything.”