Page 58 of King of Ruin

My fingers immediately twine into his hair, my skin pebbling with goose pimples from the kiss as a shiver races through me.

“Roman,” it comes out a half sigh, half plea. I don’t even know what I’m asking for.

“I’m here,” he answers, pulling my leggings the rest of the way down my legs and off my feet. I’d put on cute lacy underwear this morning and I’m so glad now, as I lay underneath him in my short tank and bikini briefs.

His hands are roaming up my legs and around my thighs, his thumbs brushing along the lace. He’s so close but his fingers aren’t quite touching my mound, and I swear the tease makes me hotter, my panties instantly soaked.

“Mmm,” he murmurs. “I love that smell.”

My cheeks flush with heat and embarrassment as I try to close my legs, but he holds them open. Dropping to his knees on the floor, his shoulders only open my legs wider. And then he grabs my waist, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed, right before he dives in, licking up my still-covered pussy.

I instantly arch, all embarrassment forgotten as throbbing pleasure tightens every muscle.

He slips the panties to the side, sliding his finger against my already-swollen lips, and then he follows with his tongue.

My heels dig into his back, my body curling to give him better access.

I don’t know how he manages to make me so hot so quickly, but I’m already ready to beg him for the release he can give.

But he isn’t even close to letting me orgasm.

Pulling back, he flips me over onto my belly and then yanks down my underwear to my knees.

I don’t argue, I don’t even protest, excitement pulsing through me as he licks me again, the new angle causing a riot of sensation. “Oh God,” I gasp.

His hand comes down on my ass with a playful slap. “You mean, ‘oh Roman,’” he rumbles into my pussy, the hum of his voice only making me ache more.

“Roman,” I gasp. “Yes. God. Please.”

“Not yet, greedy girl,” and then he laughs against me.

Something in the laugh kills some of the mood for me and I push my upper half up giving a cry of protest, while I rest on my elbows. “Are you making fun of me?”

He rakes his hands up my thighs. “Maddie, do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look like that?”

“Oh,” I start, realizing I might be overreacting.

His hands slide over my ass, giving it a light massage before he smacks one cheek again. “And I was teasing. You’re the least greedy person I know. And if the one thing you’re demanding about is orgasms on my tongue, fucking sign me up.”

“Ooohhh,” this one comes out as a moan because he dives back in, licking from my clit all the way up until he’s circling first one hole and then the other, the one I never dreamed a man would touch with his tongue. It feels amazing.

I gasp, words failing me. I never imagined being this dirty. And if I did, I had no idea I’d like it this much.

I want more of Roman. Which is likely why I’m pressing into his mouth and making little gasps and cries of encouragement as he keeps licking at my backside, the pad of his middle finger sliding over my clit.

My ass is as high in the air as my back can arch. I’m still up on my elbows, my head tipped back. I’m clawing at the sheets and I think I might be begging.

I can’t even make sense of the words as he pushes a finger inside me, curling it to hit that spot that sets me off, and I cum so hard that it’s a good thing he doesn’t have neighbors.

I wilt into the bed, my body covered in a sheen of moisture as I try to catch my breath.

Roman is up and I hear him shucking off his clothes. “One of these days,” I purr as he comes back to me, his hands trailing up my legs and over my hips, “we’re going to go slow enough that I get to explore your body.”

He strips off my tank top and then my bra, his lips coming to the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. “You want to touch me, baby?”

“Yeah,” I answer, drawing in a deep gulp of air. “Except you turned me to jelly.”

He laughs then, turning me over and picking me up to slide me further up the bed.

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