Page 112 of Tainted Ties

Roman’s gaze traveled the length of my body, stopping at my pussy.

Biting down on my lip, my clit throbbed from the feral expression on his face, full of desire.

My need for him was fierce and I couldn’t think straight with him standing there, watching me with unrestrained desire.

His head lifted, pinning me in place with the intensity of his midnight eyes as he stepped between my legs.

Dropping to his knees, he wrapped his hands around the front of my thighs, pulling me forward until I sat on the edge of the desk.

It should’ve embarrassed me that in broad daylight, Roman had a clear view of my arousal dripping from me, but it didn’t.

A sweat broke out on my skin at how erotic this image of him on his knees was for me, all while I was spread out on the table for him to take.

The first glide of his tongue had me arching my back and dropping my head on the table.

With one hand splayed across my chest to hold me still, he took his time, lapping at me with precision.

“I couldsurvivefrom the fucking taste of you.”

The noises coming out of my mouth were loud and incoherent, but I didn’t care. He worked his tongue, nipping, sucking, and licking me to oblivion.

Clutching onto the edge of the table, I ground myself against his perfect mouth, riding his face.

He groaned, squeezing my thighs to widen my legs further.

“Did touching yourself satisfy you these past few weeks?”

My mind was clouded from pleasure, his words not making sense.

When his teeth grazed my clit, I yelped. “Did it?”

“I- I haven’t…”

Another graze sent my eyes rolling to the back of my head. “Don’t lie to me, baby.”

“No.”Sweat ran down my forehead from his teasing and taunting. “Fuck.”

Pleased with my answer, he swirled his tongue against my folds before plunging it deep inside me.

Tremors racked throughout my body from the in-and-out glide of his tongue.

The familiar spark of an orgasm started at the base of my spine, my brain short circuiting from the sensation.

Moaning through the pleasure, I held onto Roman’s hair, urging him to go faster and harder.

His tongue was warm, the feel of it burning me up from the inside, edging me toward release.

It didn’t take long for me to shatter, my legs trembling around his head.

He dragged out my orgasm, sinking two fingers inside of me. I clenched around him when he curled them to hit that spot that darkened my vision.

I had only come out of my euphoric high when I was flipped over, my feet on the floor and front pressed against the table.

The coolness of the glass didn’t do anything to dim the fiery desire within me and when the sound of Roman’s zipper ripped through the air, it further increased.

He nudged my legs open with his knees, pushing my skirt further up.

When I felt the thick head of his cock slide up and down my folds, I whimpered, pushing back to take him inside me.

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