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Chapter 23

Anything for You

ROMAN

When I kiss her lips,I feel drunk. My mind is so hazy, I barely understand where I’m going. Her hands roam over my shoulders and down my back. Desperately. Frantically. Almost as if she can’t stand the idea of anything between us at all.

“Take it off,” she orders, her lips leaving mine for just long enough to do it. “Take this damn T-shirt off.”

I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and roll it between my teeth. She whimpers when I lean away, a tiny red mark fresh on her bottom lip. Her lips look puffy already, a little bit swollen, and I’m only just getting started.

She won’t be able to fucking leave my bed once I’m done with her. Not that I am opposed to that. Waking up with her would be everything—just like finally dipping my cock deep inside her pussy will be. Nevaeh is all I can think about, and even if I don’t want to admit it…the lines started to blur a long time ago, mixing what’s right and what’s wrong together, until I can’t tell the difference.

When my feelings twist together like that, all I can do is surrender.

In my room, I put her on my bed and stop beside it. I grab the hem of my tee and take it off, flinging it to the floor. Her eyesdarken, her pupils dilating as she slowly slides her gaze from my face to my chest. The heat behind her irises is familiar to me, because it’s exactly how I look at her. “Desire” is not even the right word to describe what I’m feeling right now.

I’m fucking obsessed.

“Better?” I ask.

Nevaeh doesn’t answer. Instead, she lies on her back, slips her hands under her skirt, and the next thing I know—her panties land on the floor. Bending her legs at the knees, she spreads herself open for me, and the view of her wet pussy is all I want to look at.

My mouth waters, and I swallow hard. The need to bury my face in her precious cunt is insane. I have no idea what stops me from pouncing on her…probably the fact that I want my first time with her to be perfect. It’s what she deserves.

“Better?” she teases, trailing her fingers from her neck down to her tits.

“So much better,” I whisper hoarsely, dropping to my knees in front of her.

I place my hand on her belly, sliding it down her lower abdomen to her sweet pussy. The second I rub her clit between my fingers, Nevaeh lets out a loud moan and lifts her hips for me.

“So eager to feel my tongue in your pussy?” I murmur, firmly taking hold of her hips and drawing her to me.

“Yes…”

“Good, because I’m fucking starving for you, Malyshka.”

Flicking my tongue over her clit and down her folds, I taste her slowly. With each move, I go deeper, stroking her smoothly and adding a little bit more pressure. She’s so sweet, and so addictive. Going down on her could easily become my favorite routine, being on my knees for her and giving her pleasure.

“Just like that…You’re so good…” Nevaeh moans, lifting her hips up and down, rubbing her pussy over my face. “Please don’t stop, Roman.”

I suck her clit into my mouth, and she digs her fingernails in my hair. Smiling, I add one finger inside her and then another one, curling them so I can reach her sweet little spot. With how loud she starts moaning, I can’t help but feel smug. She’ll be coming in no time. All over my face and my tongue. And I can’t wait to see her come undone…because of me.

“Your fucking tongue…” she breathes, her fingers tugging my hair harder.

Thrusting my fingers inside her, I fuck her deep and slow. My tongue laps over her clit faster and faster, driving her to her release.

“I’m coming…Roman, please!” Nevaeh cries out, her ass in the air as she comes. Her walls squeeze around my fingers, her juices exploding all over my tongue. Delicious. The best I’ve ever tasted.

I lick her clit and lazily pump my fingers into her, prolonging her orgasm. Only when her legs stop trembling do I move away and stand up. The tightness in my jeans makes me shift, trying to find the best posture when my boner is threatening to burst.

Nevaeh props herself on her elbows, breathing heavily. Her hair sticks to her sweaty forehead, her eyes hooded with lust as she watches me. Licking her lips, she pushes herself up and sits up straight. I hold her gaze, telling myself to wait. Today, it’s all about her and what she wants. All my dirty fantasies about her tied to my bed are on hold…for now.

“Take off your jeans,” Nevaeh whispers.

Shaking my head and laughing quietly, I do as she says, but I keep my boxers on. She needs to be more specific if she wants me out of my clothes.

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