“If you insist.” Her teeth dug into her bottom lip, excitement filling the space between us.
Hell yeah, I insisted. I raised onto my elbows and slithered down her body, licking her skin along the way. I had one place in mind. Her sweet, decadent pussy. I might love it more than her lips. On second thought, I loved both pairs of lips equally.
I stopped at the scar on her stomach, gave it a gentle kiss, then continued downward. I removed her leggings along with her black bikini underwear. A low growl bubbled in my chest as I spread her legs open and dove right in.
Tara’s back bowed, pelvis thrusting into my face, hands fisting the comforter. It wasn’t any surprise that an orgasm formed within seconds of me slurping up her juices. I was noisy as fuck showing my enjoyment. I dragged my tongue across her opening, through her velvety folds, and around her clit. I loved that she wasn’t bare so I could bury my nose in her red curls. Fucking loved it.
I fingered her tight rosette as I fucked her pussy with my tongue. Giving her what she loved. Nothing pleased me more than making her shatter beneath me.
“Oh God, Hero!” She screamed my name like a prayer. “Yes, Hero. Yes!”
I unfolded my woman, flattening my tongue. In one long langued stroke, I swiped across her entrance, applying pressure. It always drove her crazy when I did.
One, two…“You taste so fucking delicious, Roja.”
Three, four…
“I need you,” she yelled between panting breaths.
Five, six…“Mmm, not yet, my needy bitch. You’ll take what I give you.” I fingered her ass, taunting her like a bastard.
Her thighs shook as she clawed at my head, nearly out of her mind with need. Just the way I wanted her.
“Please, Hero. Please…”
Seven, eight…“Mhm.” She needed to give me the words. I liked her begging for me. But I wanted to hear her say she needed me.
She mewled, bucking her hips, trying to fuck my face for all she was worth. It felt incredible.
Tara told me I was different from the other guys she dated. I was rough and unapologetic. Strong and fearless, just the way she liked. I gave her exactly what she wanted each and every time.
During the nightmare with the Hunters, protectivenessandpossessiveness had overcome me when the enforcer tried to rape Tara. I would’ve done anything for her, even died for her. She became mine during that ordeal.
“I want you inside me so fucking much,” she whined. “Please,” she begged. “I need you, big guy. I need you.”
I pounced on her. “About fucking time you said it.” I slammed my cock into her and groaned,fuck.
She gasped as I took possession of her mouth. We kissed wildly. I was sure it wasn’t sexy like in the movies. No, it wasn’t the romantic stuff. It was intense. Needy. Our tongues fought for dominance, teeth clashing. Her juices mixed with my saliva, smeared into my scruff. I loved how tasting herself on my tongue drove her wild.
I went to town fucking her into oblivion. Hitting my head on the wall and not caring if I gave myself a fucking concussion. Being with Tara was everything. Mind-numbing. Sweet nirvana.
I could hardly catch my breath as I lifted us higher and higher… “You’re mine,mi vida. Forever…”
Her big brown eyes turned glossy. My declaration, sending her over the cliff into total bliss.
Christ, if I didn’t make it back after this run, it wasn’t because I didn’t fight like hell to return to her. I knew first-hand tomorrow wasn’t promised, but it didn’t matter. I was hellbent on spending the rest of my life with Roja. No earthly entity could keep me from her.
I drilled into her with so much force, I detonated. “Fuuuck!”
Tara clung to me and moaned, milking my dick for all she was worth.
I’d never come so hard or struggled to catch my breath as I did now. I fucking saw stars, a first for me. Not wearing a condom was a game-changer. Every sensation I felt was elevated. After years of wrapping up my pecker, I loved not wearing one now. Bare for the win.
Sex with Roja was out of this world. Incredible. Phenomenal.
I didn’t want this to end. Didn’t want to be separated from my woman.
But I needed to check the goddamn time. I was sure it was after five. My brothers and I were set to leave at six. I needed to get back to the club. I hated it. Didn’t want to pull out of my woman… out of my heaven.