Outlaw's Bride (20 page)

Roman groaned and lifted his hips when I swallowed him. Pure, rich, masculine heat bathed my tongue. I started to work him slow and steady, circling underneath his head, taking as much as I could.

I hadn't sucked cock for years, and all I knew about sucking it was exactly what he'd taught me. But my brain tingled as the memories came back. I remembered the two tender spots around his crown that always drove him crazy, and I aimed for them with my tongue, swirling and moving my head rhythmically.

“Oh, fuck. Keep going, baby girl. I tried to forget how good you sucked all those nights in prison.” He pushed my head into him, increasing his pressure. “My cock never did. Putting a piercing through this mean motherfucker doesn't change shit. It remembers, babe, and it wants every goddamned inch of you.”

I moaned. I seriously wondered if my panties had completely disintegrated in the hot, wet mess steaming underneath my skirt. No man's filthy words turned me on like his.

Even when I'd kissed Beam that fateful day, it wasn't the same. His lips were hollow, weak, meaningless.

I didn't want to admit it then, but now I knew for sure – Roman
owned
me. He took me over the minute he knocked me up, magnetizing me to his flesh, making me respond at some wicked, primal level no man could ever match.

My nipples hurt like they had clothespins pinching them underneath my shirt. I tried to focus on sucking them, but I lifted one hand up, working off my bra for dear relief.

No sooner than I popped the clasp, Roman reached for my fist, tugging my hand back to his thigh. “Keep your hands on my cock, girl. I'll do the rest when I'm good and ready.”

I sucked him for a couple more minutes. He closed his eyes, the growls in his throat rumbling like a nascent avalanche, building toward the inevitable crescendo.

His hands fell behind my head, holding me there, tight and perfect for fucking my mouth. His hips picked up speed. I couldn't help but think about how hard he'd stroke me later with that little bead mounted on his tip.

Could sex actually be dangerous? I worried how my body would react, how good he'd feel deep inside me. But it couldn't be worse than delaying the sweet release any longer, right?

I wasn't sure, but I was going to find out. If he killed me with pleasure tonight, then at least I'd die happy.

“Fuck, babe, the way you move your lips...” His fist jerked on my hair and his hips slammed to a stop, deep in my mouth. I thought he was going to come, but he pulled my lips off him instead, inhaling so hard his huge chest ballooned.

“Good?” I asked, wiping my mouth.

“Just half as good as your pussy's gonna feel wrapped around it. Get that shit off now.” His hands fell all over me, ripping at my shirt, throwing my bra behind him.

One rough hand tugged at my skirt, and I rolled on the bed to help him. When it was halfway down, his opposite hand felt the soaked lace between my legs, and his satisfied thunder rolled into my ear.

“You're wet as fuck, aren't you?”

“Isn't that a given?” I bit my lip, all I could do to stop myself from coming as his hand cupped my mound, feeling my heat, my wetness.

He laughed, low and throaty, sending a fresh sensual chill up my spine. “Careful playing smartass, babe. My cock's so riled up I'll fuck that sass right outta you if it keeps up. The only lip I wanna hear right now is how loud you scream when I fuck you right through the floor.”

God!
I quaked when his fingers wrapped around my waistband. In one fluid jerk, they tore down my thighs, so quick I felt air rush over my pussy.

I was totally exposed, but not for long.

A new heat smothered the firestorm building in my pussy. His fingers rubbed my folds and pushed deep inside me, all in one stroke, just as his thumb found my clit. He had his finger on the trigger now, and I was thoroughly
fucked
in all the best ways.

Well, maybe all of them except one.

“You're not getting this dick 'til I'm good and ready, babe. I'm gonna savor you. It's been two years. Two fucked up years straight from the pit of hell. You know how often I jacked off to this in the slammer? How many times I thought about pinching these tits, how hard I'd make your sweet cunt gush when I got the fuck out? I wanna taste you everywhere. Fingers, lips, teeth, tongue. Give it the fuck up.”

Holy shit.

My hips began grinding into his hand as he fucked me with his fingers. Oh, fuck. I didn't have a clue, but judging by the insane edge in his voice, it must've been hundreds.

His other hand reached around and covered one breast. He tightened his hold, pinching one nipple between his fingers, never letting up on my pussy for a second.

Heat rushed into my head like lava. I wasn't going to last long at all like this, especially if he didn't –

Stop.
What the hell?

My thighs were shaking as they gripped his hand, too low now to tease my pussy. A minute must've passed. His free hand moved to my other breast, plumping the lonely nipple there soft again, making me tingle in all the right ways and teasing me in the worst.

“Come back, baby. Come back, Travis,” I murmured, knowing I was playing with fire using his real name. Hey, he'd said it was fair game in the bedroom, right? “Please. You're
killing
me.”

“That begging's hot, babe, but I've had my fill. Roll over and spread your legs. I'll decide how and when to fuck you. Right now, I'm thinking my hands aren't going anywhere near your clit again 'til you come on my mouth.”

Oh, God.

Before I could even think about protesting, he flipped me over, shifted between my legs, and ran his rough stubble up my right thigh.

The wild sensation should've prepared me for his tongue sliding through my slit a second later, but of course it didn't. Two years untouched by a man – especially
this
man – left me a near virgin mess, trembling from the shock.

His lips
consumed
me, hot and overwhelming, hellbent on making me lose control. And it didn't take much.

He shook his head between my legs like a wild animal. The earthquake spread to my thighs.

Too intense. Too fucking good. It was everything I'd missed, and so much more.

My legs tried to quiver shut from the insane shock, and his hands caught my thighs, shoving them apart. Nothing was stopping him from owning me the way he wanted, forcing me to come all over his mouth.

Not that I needed much encouragement. Several more rough licks focused around my clit did me in. In one wet flash, my muscles tensed, winding up like a spring deep inside me, ready to give it up.

“
Travis.
Roman! God!” My fingers grabbed for the sheets and balled them as tight as I could.

I couldn't think. Couldn't resist. Couldn't even remember to breathe.

The white hot ball inside me exploded, pulsing through my nerves in one go, making me convulse from head to toe. Yes, especially the toes, which curled over his shoulders. Roman's fingers dug into my legs and pulled me tighter, pushing his tongue deep, all the better to fuck me while I gushed into his mouth.

I came with lightning crisscrossing every inch of my body, shearing me with the pleasure I'd been deprived of for two whole fucking years. Maybe I came harder because I thought it was going to be denied forever.

He'd taken me back, and this time, he wasn't letting go.

I twitched and writhed and came for him, twisting my head from side to side, tearing at the sheets. Slowly, his licks softened, and I started to come down from the stormy heavens.

My lungs sucked in badly needed air. My muscles squirmed with sorely needed relief, but there was still a strange tingle behind everything, a background static in my body that wouldn't be switched off until I had his cock, his come, his everything buried inside me again.

I blinked and looked down at him, reaching one hand toward his face. He raised himself up when I grazed his cheek, admiring the masculine sandpaper on his hard face.

“You come just as hard as I remember. It's fucking beautiful. I could watch you lose it for a thousand years and I'd still want more. No bullshit.”

I smiled, slid my legs along his muscular sides, opening wide for him. “Hmm. Better watch me again. I want you inside me, baby.”

A savage flicker lit his handsome dark eyes. He lifted my legs high, grabbed my ankles in his massive hands, tilting me back, open and achingly ready.

“I'm not gonna stop after one round,” he growled. “Fair warning. You got any idea what two years of blue balls for the best pussy in the world does to a man?”

The look on his face was almost scary. I shook my head. It didn't stop me from reaching for the huge hard-on jutting out between his legs, wrapping my fingers around it, and squeezing my desire.

No, I didn't have a clue. But I absolutely wanted to find out.

“Fuck me,” I whispered. “Let it all out. Claim me like your old lady, Roman. I want it all, inside and out.”

He looked at me for another breathless second. Then his hips rolled forward, and he shoved my hand off his cock, replacing it with his own fist. He guided the pierced head of his angry length to my entrance, snapping his hips forward when he found the right angle.

He filled me in one fluid thrust. My pussy tightened around him, fit him just as well as it had before. Having Caleb hadn't ruined anything.

Hell, I had to bite my lip and push back to take every inch, easing him into me. My wet pussy needed time and practice to hold him just right, and his first few strokes were almost painful as they glided through me. Deep, hard, hissing with desire.

I moaned, stretching to spread my thighs, opening wider. His thrusts quickened amazingly fast, plowing into me, like a hurricane picking up speed.

His movements matched his words. He fucked me like a man who'd been starving, a man who hadn't known a woman's touch for years. Yes, he'd had at least one stinking skank in between, but they weren't what he wanted.

It was me.

I couldn't imagine him moving this way with them. He fucked me like he wanted it with every fiber of his being, rearing up and slamming into me, charging his hips into me. The new bed slapped underneath us, lifting my ass up and crashing it into the mattress again.

Jesus. Don't stop, Roman. Keep fucking me.

It felt too good to say the words. I couldn't do anything but moan, clenching him tight, wondering how may seconds I'd last before I screamed.

About twenty. Roughly the same number of thrusts he leveled into me, each one harder than the last, growling a little more every time he drove to my depths.

His pierced tip scratched an itch I didn't know I had. It glided through me, seamless as the rest of him, teasing my walls like nothing ever had.

No vibrator, no dildo,
nothing
matched this freak of a dick inside me, and I freaking
loved it.

His balls slapped my ass harder as he hit full force. I was coming apart each time he drove it home, and then in one last fiery collision, I lost it. My moans became howls. My legs pinched around him like a vise, digging into his granite muscle, desperate to hold on for the grand finale.

“Come the fuck all over my dick, babe,” he growled, reaching one hand behind my head and fisting my hair. “Let it all out. Make your pussy milk my balls dry.”

The dirty talk slayed me. I thought I'd come myself blind when his tongue was lapping at my clit, but now his cock taught me different each time he drove deep, stroking my little bud with his pubic bone. One more stroke sent me straight to ecstasy.

I couldn't dream of holding out. I tightened up, locked onto him as hard as I could, and screamed bloody murder.

Holy fucking hellfire!

The convulsions hit like a tsunami. My pussy gushed, pinched, and sucked at his cock. He fucked me faster through the climax, fucked me until the entire world rocked and churned around me. I threw my head back as he jerked my hair in my hands, loving the burn, feeling the fire roasting me from all directions.

This orgasm ripped into shrapnel, searing every distant nerve, kissing my blood with hot lava.

And just when I thought it peaked, his manic thrusts stopped, but he wasn't done. He roared, holding me against the bed with all the power in his hips, burying himself to the hilt.

His massive cock swelled impossibly bigger. Then he pulsed, jerked inside me, and I felt the first molten pump, the seed flowing into me in one magma jet after another.

Oh, fuck!
Save me.

But nothing could do that now except spiraling face first into another orgy of release. I rocked, grunted, came, and shrieked like a mad woman as his cock exploded inside me. Our animal voices meshed just like our bodies, two energies colliding into one, creating something so hot and unbelievable I could barely comprehend it.

No, I couldn't even try.

Not while he was still pumping his seed in my womb, flooding me, spilling his essence into my raw pleasure.

I knew the risk. He'd fucked his way through my protection before, I prayed it would work this time.

But I didn't pray for the pills to do their job this time until it was all over. For just one second, locked in our flaming release, I
wanted
him to knock me up again.

My body knew damned well what it wanted, and this insane thrill tore me apart. I needed his come inside me, and my greedy pussy milked him just like he commanded me to.

He stayed hard inside me long after the spasms stopped. Roman leaned down, buried my lips in his, plunging his tongue in and out of my mouth. Coming hadn't slowed him down one bit.

He led my tongue in a mouth-to-mouth fuck with the same hot vigor his cock used inside me just minutes ago.

“I fucking love your body, babe. It's goddamned crack.”

And I fucking love you.

I almost said it. Something made me bite my tongue.

It wasn't time for that yet, and – Jesus! – was he really still hard? The man was a fuck machine, and it wasn't an exaggeration.

His hips shifted into me in small, shallow strokes, beginning to thrust all over again. He kissed me again. This time I bit his lip, the roughest tease I could manage.