Page 50 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

He hooked her waist and tossed her down on the bed underneath him. She panted, recognizing the arousal in his gaze and yet not grasping what he was doing here.

"I thought we decided this wasn't a good idea." Her voice shook.

"You brought the subject up." He lifted his brow. "I'm arguing against it."

"You want to ruin—?"

"Our friendship has room for this." He pressed his cock between her legs, rubbing against the outside of her panties. "We, together, can make our friendship feel better. You will feel better."

Her insides spiraled, tightened, warmed. He threw last night's conversation back at her.

"And, how will you feel?" She planted her hands on his bare chest, enjoying the way he hardened under her touch.

"Let me show you." He raised up, balancing on his knees, and ripped the condom wrapper open.

The sight of him rolling on the protection. His hands stroking his cock. The passion of his gaze. She forgot all about removing the short nighty and her panties.

The barrier not a hindrance to him, he hooked his finger under the material and pulled the slim strip of her panties out of the way. He raised his gaze. "You're wet."

"You're here," she confessed.

He positioned himself between her legs and slid slowly in. "You're tight."

"It's been a long—"

"No." He held himself still, settled between her legs. "I don't want to hear any part of your past when it comes to this and another man. Now or in the future."

She raised her legs and hooked her feet behind his thighs. He dipped his head, capturing her mouth. The kiss more exciting than last night, now that his beard scratched her face, his weight pressed on her, his hardness inside of her.

Caressing his sides, she moved underneath him. His fullness rubbing her sex, she moaned into his mouth each time he plunged his cock deeper.

His body heated. She gasped for breath as some internal craving grew deeper. Her body moved on its own, powered by the rhythm he set.

She broke away from the kiss, trailing her lips along his whiskered jaw and finding his naked shoulder. Nipping his skin, her insides curled.

Braced on his elbows, he rocked his body. As if he knew exactly what she needed, her pussy spasmed.

"Fuck," he mumbled, his hips quivered in their quest.

To know he was as excited and struggling to draw out the pleasure longer, only wound her up tighter. She raised her hands and brushed back the top of his hair that had fallen forward blocking his eyes. Those blue steel orbs possessed her.

He lowered his head, his mouth on her neck. She arched, giving him room.

Her eyelashes fluttered closed. The warmth of his mouth an aphrodisiac to her hungry soul.

With pounding chest, she squeezed her thighs, needing closer to him than was humanly possible. To rub herself on his large body and feel his skin on every inch of her.

Her hard nipples took the abusive caress of his chest hair. Panting, she couldn't take much more. Her body betrayed her.

Roar ground against her. On the edge of her orgasm, her clit vibrated, and her head came off the bed.

"Oh, God." She gritted her teeth.

He lifted his head and withdrew part way before plunging and grinding against her again. "Name's Roar."

She couldn't catch her breath to say his name. She couldn't find the humor in him demanding only his name come from her mouth. She couldn't stop the spiraling taking her higher.

Roar's breathing filled the room. Their arousal scented their bodies.

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