Page 56 of Keep Me

His body curves over mine as he hungrily kisses me, walking me back into my apartment. Without breaking our rhythm, he slams the door shut and scoops me up. Heat crawls up my neck and blooms in my chest when I feel his erection against me where my legs are wrapped tightly around his waist.

He carries me to the kitchen island and doesn’t waste a second before reaching up my dress to pull down my panties. “I need to be inside you,” he says, out of breath and hurried. As soon as my panties are gone, he returns to feverishly kissing me while working on his belt. “I need you. Fuck, I need you,” he repeats, like a man in worship.

I am completely swept up in his rush, letting him tug me to the edge of the island.

He drags two fingers over my pussy and groans, biting down my neck. “Always so wet and ready for me.” He wipes his fingers off on his cock, then hooks both his arms under my knees and holds me open for him.

There’s a manic and frantic energy coursing through him, and it only increases when he thrusts into me. It’s like he’s fighting for something inside of me, trying to fuck it out of me or into me. I can’t tell, but I don’t care. I feel like the epicenter of an earthquake only he can feel.

I rake my nails through his short hair, taking everything he’s giving with brutal intensity. His tongue lashes with mine, and his fingers dig into my thighs. There’s nothing gentle or slow, and I don’t want it any other way.

“I’m yours now, you understand?” he says between grunts and deep thrusts.

“Yes, yes,” I cry as he hits a spot inside me that makes light burst behind my eyelids and my clit throb from the inside out.

“Say it,” he bites out, jaw tight and sweat sliding down his temple.

“You’re mine,” I gasp. “Mine.”

“Fuck, I don’t want to be anything else,” he groans, like I’ve given him a cherished gift. His eyes, screwed tightly closed, open and meet mine with a deep sense of pleading. “Will you come for me, little menace?”

“Yes.” I nod desperately. “Hold my legs wider and lean forward a little.”

He makes the adjustments, and the next time he pounds into me, his pelvis slams against my clit and I keen, “Oh, god—that’s it, Ro. Just. Like. That.” I moan between the sharp punches of his hips, the friction grinding where I need it most.

I feel my muscles begin to throb and contract. Roan’s grip on my legs gets firmer as they fight to close, tension making every inch of my skin hum. My breaths become sharp and hitched as my orgasm comes closer and closer, my body barely able to contain all the tortuous pressure.

My pussy begins to pulse, and the tendons in Roan’s neck flex as he groans. “Christ, strangling my cock like such a good little whore.” The filthiness of his words and one more thrust against my clit send me tumbling over the edge, the tension snapping and uncoiling from my core outwards with hot bursts of light.

“So fucking beautiful.” He peers down at me with a crease between his brows and adoration in his eyes. “I could watch you come all day.”

My head lulls back, blissed out and exhausted. He wraps my legs around his waist, then tilts my head back up as his fingers twine into my hair. “Tell me, little menace, was calling you a good little whore what did it? Is treating you like a filthy little slut what makes you come that hard on my cock?”

“Mmm.” I try to nuzzle into his neck, but he tugs me back by his hand in my hair. There’s a crackling heat and something fierce like gratitude in his eyes, demanding my answer. “Yes.”

Desire and appreciation flashes across his face with a smirk. “You’re not done.” He steps back, letting my legs fall, and flicks his chin at the kitchen floor. “Clean me up.”

I have no problem dropping to my knees for him, but something else crosses my mind. “You first, mentiroso.”

He licks his lips as a dark chuckle rumbles from him. He swoops down onto his knees and palms my legs apart. His dark and hooded eyes look up at me as he drags a wide and lascivious path up my pussy with this tongue. My body twitches and arches at the contact, especially when he plunges his tongue into my cunt and swirls it inside my entrance. He laps up my cum like a thirsty dog, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. His stony and determined gaze never leaves mine.

I trail my fingers over the curve of his ear. “That’s a good boy.” I squirm as he licks my slit and sucks my swollen clit into his mouth, gently raking his teeth over the sensitive bud. “Oh, fuuck.”

He stands with an arrogant tilt of his lips, then pinches my chin, kissing me savagely and spreading the taste of my release into my mouth.

I swallow down the salty, sinful flavor, then swipe my tongue across my lips for anything I missed. His dick jumps as he’s watching me. “Take off your shirt and sit on the couch,” I order, sliding off the butcher block.

He walks backward, tugging his t-shirt over his head and tossing it aside. Then he sits naked on my couch, arms spread out along the back and his cock hard, jutting and beautiful. His inked abs contract with every heavy breath as I slowly walk toward him, shedding my jacket, my dress—strap by strap. I lose my bra, but leave on my heels.

His hands dig into the back of the couch, and his jaw tightens as he watches me with unblinking eyes. He slumps down and spreads his knees wide, and I watch him swallow deeply as his eyes bounce between me and the spot between his legs.

I settle on my knees in front of him and glide my palms up his thighs before wrapping his length in my hand. A gravelly rumble comes from his chest as I flick my tongue out to wipe at the broad head. I tease him with a few more testing licks, and he growls, fisting my hair.

“Clean up the mess you made, or I’ll have you choking on my cock.” He’s so close to the edge, painfully close.

I cup his balls and lower my mouth down his shaft at the same time, and he releases an animalistic sound of pleasure. “Show me what a good girl you can be, little menace.”

It doesn’t take long until his thighs are flexing and his grip in my hair becomes tight and stinging. “Oh, fuck,” he snarls. “I’m gonna paint the back of your throat.” A few more shallow bobs down his length, and he’s coming hot on my tongue and down my throat. His dick pulses in my mouth, and I revel in making this beast of a man wither before me.

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