Page 25 of King of Ruin

He wraps both his hands around my thighs, parting my legs and settling my knees on either side of him.

He’s wearing boxers, but they’re thin material and even with my panties, I can feel the long press of his…umm…guy parts…exactly where I need it most, and I let out a small moaning gasp, rolling my hips.

Is it crazy how primed I am? How good he feels with almost no ramp up?

He slides his hands up the back of my legs to grab my ass and then I’m pressed even deeper into him, the pressure so good, I grind into him and toss my head back.

His hands are so strong as they bite into my hips, helping my body move with his. I take my palms from his chest and lean back, placing them on his thighs instead to change the angle.

It’s even better and the throbbing ache intensifies as he lets out a rumbling growl. “Maddie.”

My name in that rough voice, unlocks something inside me and I bite at my lip as I slide over him. “That feels so good.” But I know I want more. I want to hear him say my name like that again. I want to feel his hands everywhere.

This is what I envisioned when I said I was ready to lose my virginity. This is the promise I’ve spent years picturing alone in my bed.

Scared as I was to leave my house last night, I think I’ve been ready to grow. Feel and experience.

“You like that, sweetheart?” he growls out, letting go of one of my hips to run his hand over my waist and ribs before he cups my breast, brushing the nipple with the pad of his thumb before giving the whole thing a squeeze.

I’ve always been well-endowed in the chest. I fill his hand and he gives my soft flesh a squeeze as I gasp out my pleasure. At the same time, he makes this low, guttural sound deep in his throat.

My hips are moving faster, it’s like I’m possessed as the tension inside me grows so taut I think I might break.

I arc into his hand, wanting more of him. All of him.

That’s when his phone rings on the nightstand.

It makes me stutter and I start to lift away when he holds me in place. “Ignore it.”

And then he works my hip with his hand, sliding me along the long hard length of him. It’s all I need to do exactly what he’s commanded. I ignore the phone as we keep going at a more leisurely pace, which is a sweet torture all of its own.

The phone finally stops, which is my cue to ratchet up the pace. Roman’s body under mine is like nothing I’ve experienced before and I want more.

But then the phone starts ringing again.

He stills me with his hand on my hip as he lets go of my breast, pulling his hand out of my shirt. His shirt, actually.Reaching over to the nightstand, he glances at the phone. “It’s no one.”

He flicks it on silent and then holds my hips again, our bodies grinding together. It’s everything I dreamed it would be and I’m mindless as I chase the pleasure he so effortlessly gives.

I’m pretty sure I’d walk through hell just to make sure he kept touching me.

CHAPTER NINE

Roman

I pushher panties to the side, my finger sliding through her soaking-wet folds. “Christ,” I grunt at how good she feels. How wet she is for me.

This was not the plan. I started the night on the very edge of the bed. I honestly meant to just comfort her. Gain her trust. For all I know, Mason is right. She was planted by the Italians and is here to learn our secrets…

But when I woke up with all that silky skin on mine, all my reservations evaporated.

She makes this squeaking noise as she pushes down against the friction I’m giving her, her body so arched, her tits are staring at the ceiling.

I reach her entrance and push inside, sinking deep into her pussy. “You’re so tight,” I groan, pushing in even deeper. I want to feel more of her. See more. “Take off my shirt.”

A minute ago, she was playing shy. Not now. Straightening, she grabs the hem and tugs it over her head, nothing buther pushed-to-the-side panties blocking my view of her as she straddles my hips.

Holy fucking Christ.

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