Page 84 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

Chapter 31

Lizzy jolted awake. A hand covered her mouth.

"Sh." Roar removed his hand and slid his arm around her and cupped her breast from behind.

She pressed against his warmth, realizing the hardness snuggled against her butt cheeks was his cock, and he was naked, and she was in bed. "What time is it?"

"Seven."

"In the morning?" She groaned. "It's the middle of my night."

"You can go back to sleep afterward." His fingers rolled her nipple. "I want you."

She arched her back, pressing her ass against him. "How did you get in the house?"

"I have my ways," he whispered, lowering his hand.

His finger glided over her clit. She stretched her legs and then curled up on her side again. However he'd gained entrance and came into her bedroom, she was glad he was here.

She was glad she'd gone to bed naked after her shower.

She was glad that he knew exactly how to touch her.

"Condom," she murmured drowsily.

"Already got one on." He kissed her neck.

Well, hadn't he come prepared? She moved back and forth with his hand. Her pulse accelerated, and she moaned softly, too comfortable in his arms.

He removed his hand, positioned his cock between her legs, and returned to rubbing her clit. Her pussy spasmed at the pressure against her lower lips but not inside her.

Roar moved, gliding his hardness in the tight space her body naturally made for him. She sighed, lulled by his rocking and caught in the sexual awakening. Even in the middle of the night, dead tired, her body was ready for him.

"You like that?" he whispered in her ear.

She stretched her back, rotating her shoulders, and hooked her arm over his head, keeping him behind her. Her ass went out, making more contact with his body as he stroked himself between her legs.

Her wetness coated the condom, his fingers, the junction between her legs. Manipulated and brought to arousal, she squirmed for more.

Roar shifted. His cock nudged her entrance and slid inside her pussy. She trembled at the wave of excitement.

"Damn, you feel good." He thrust in and out of her, all the while making slow circles over her clit.

She curled her fingers in the top of his hair, undulating with him. Neither one of them pressured to go faster, except for their own pleasure moving them.

"God, I love this," she whispered, breathing heavily. "It feels so good."

He sucked on her neck. Knowing it was going to leave a mark, she smiled against her pillow. She was used to him leaving signs on her body for everyone to know she belonged to him.

Her leather coat.

Her necklace.

His hands.

The bites on her neck.

His thrusts shortened and sped up. The muscles in his arm around her tensed in concentration.

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