“I don’t mind giving you what you need,” she purred. “When you need it. I enjoy getting you off over and over… But it’s my turn. I want this thick, mammoth cock inside my needy, neglected pussy.”
What the fuck? Needy? Neglected?
“What?” I croaked like a prepubescent teen, then cleared the frog out of my throat. “Roja, I… What the hell is this?”
She tittered, batting her eyelashes and rubbing her thumb around the crown of my tortured dick. “I’ve never sucked so much cock in my life.” She moved so close her nipples bumped into my chest, grazing my hot skin.
This sort of interlude with a woman didn’t usually shock the fuck out of me. But this was no ordinary woman. This was Tara. My Roja. We weren’t like this. Ever. Although, I’d dreamed of it a million times…
Before the Hunters captured us.
Before I failed her and everyone else.
Before AJ was killed in cold blood right in front of me.
“Don’t drift away from me, big guy. Stay here,” she cooed, calling me back to the present as she stroked my length.
Goddamn, my cock responded to her like they were old friends. This needed to stop. “Tara,” I grounded out.
“Don’t get me wrong, big guy. I think your dick is supreme the way it fills my mouth, stretching it until my jaw locks.” She flashed a megawatt smile, wholly disregarding the tortured plea in my voice. “I just want to experience it in other places.” She fondled herself with my cock and licked my nipple. “Like here.”
Fuck, she looked like a hot mermaid—all wet with her scarlet hair sticking to her body. She was every man’s ultimate fantasy. Naked. Wet. Ready to fuck.
“But what are you doing here?” I couldn’t wrap my brain around this anomaly. “You are here, right? This isn’t a dream, is it?” If it was, I never wanted to wake.
Her eyelashes fluttered as she arched her brow. “No, it’s not a dream. It’s late Sunday afternoon. So will you fuck me or not?”
I stared at her as my cock turned angry as hell while I took the time to consider her question. Would I fuck her? Slam balls deep into her sweet pussy?
Having sex with Roja was all I could think about since the day I first saw her.
Because my mouth apparently didn’t work and my brain was clearly fucked up, I let my sexual instincts take over. I lifted Tara, putting her back to the tile wall. She secured her legs around my hips and gripped my shoulders. In one thrust, I drove into her like my life depended on it. Son of a bitch, it fucking did depend on it.
“Fuck,” I hissed as her warmth surrounded me. She was tight and already pulsing—fucking euphoric.
Our mutual groans ricocheted off the walls as we adjusted to being connected to each other. My heart thundered against my ribs like never before. Adrenaline kicked in, giving me the rush a former junkie like me used to live for. No chance in hell I’d fight the desire for her perfect pussy. After one taste, I was addicted.
I still couldn’t believe Tara was here. I was smashing her into the wall with my body. So deeply ensconced in her sex.
It was sheer nirvana.
I slammed my hand on the tile beside her head as an exhilarating surge shot into my heart. The kind I lived for, back in the good old days when I used to shoot up. My eyes rolled back into my head as the most incredible high I’d ever experienced lifted me into a psychedelic realm of rainbows, unicorns, and one fucking magical mermaid.
My lips tingled, teeth aching to bite something. Rather than sink my teeth into the tendon where Tara’s neck met her shoulder, I dropped my mouth to her earlobe and nibbled. Totally basking in this transcendent connection I had with her.
Roja’s hands skimmed over my shoulders, up to my neck. “You feel better than I imagined.” Her words coaxed me to get on with it. Because apparently, I’d gone brain dead and wasn’t moving as I should’ve.
I set a steady, intentional pace, hitting her G-spot over and over. She rewarded me with a whimper, not in pain, more like a plea for more. She was so goddamn tempting in every way—more than any meager high or a quick fix.
My lips crushed her plump rosy ones as I started fucking her with even, deep thrusts so I could draw this out as long as possible.
I growled into her ear, “I want you in every position. I want all your holes. I want you screaming out my goddamn name.” Mine, mine, mine echoed in my head. “You’re not going anywhere until I claim every piece of you. Understand?”
“Yes,” she cried out in ecstasy as I took what was mine.
Mine.
“Hero? Yo, Hero.” Ryder’s voice sliced through my reverie. “You asleep?”