Page 66 of King of Ruin

“Oh,” I blink back my surprise, turning to face him. Because he gave me an indefinite invitation that was completely at my discretion.

“And you’re different from them in that you don’t need makeup or hair styles to make you beautiful. You are stunning just as you are, sweetheart.”

“Oh.” I stand then, my body pressing into his. He steps back long enough to tug his T-shirt off and then jerks the towel off my body, before he pulls me close. “In that case,” I say, trying to catch my breath as our skin slides together and I wrap my arms around his neck. “Do you want to mess my hair back up?”

He barks out a laugh as he uses his free hand to shuck down his athletic pants. “I’m going to mess it up so good, baby.”

That makes me laugh for a second before his lips crash down on mine.

His tongue is in my mouth, his hand wrapping under my ass as he lifts me in his arms.

My legs come around him, the tip of his cock already pressing into my folds.

The moment he pushes into my entrance though, I wince a bit. It’s not like yesterday, it doesn’t burn. But the skin is tender.

Roman eases back, seeming to understand. Taking two steps forward, he sets me down on the bathroom counter.

He kisses me again, his tongue teasing mine before his mouth slides lower, down my jaw, along the pulse of my neck, over my collarbone and down to my chest.

He sucks one nipple into his mouth, palming the other. Gasping, I arch into his touch.

But he doesn’t stop, he keeps kissing lower over my belly, along the seam of my leg, and across my mound, only stopping when he reaches my clit.

I’m wide open now and dripping as he swirls his tongue over the sensitive bud. He’s so good at this, I’ve completely forgotten about the pain. Soreness be damned. I want Roman inside me.

But his tongue is working my clit and I’m having a difficult time telling him to stop. The man is magic with his tongue.

My fingers are gripping his hair, pulling as I cry out. He slides a finger inside me, and then another. I’m sure he’s testing my soreness but I’m way too far into this to care about a little pain.

I start pulling his hair harder, tugging him back up my body.

He obliges, filling both of his hands with my ass as he pulls me to the edge of the counter.

My legs wrap around him as his cock slowly pushes back inside me. He eases in, likely giving me a moment to adjust. Much as I appreciate it, we both groan out our pleasure when he’s finally buried deep inside me.

I can feel him pushing against that magic spot that has me arching to take even more.

Hands on my hips, he eases out and then thrusts hard back in. Pleasure rocks through me as he sets a pace that makes my head spin and my body vibrate. I’m barely balanced on the edgeof the sink, one of my hands wrapped around a faucet while the other digs into his shoulder, my nails gouging into his back.

But the faster we go, the harder it is, the better it feels.

My moans grow louder, sharper, until I’m begging him, talking more and more as I get closer to my orgasm. “Harder. Yes. Like that. Oh Roman. Please. Fuck me.”

I didn’t even know this side of me existed.

But Roman only goes faster, pounding me with a force that I can’t get enough of. “You want it harder, baby?”

“Yes. Yes.” My nails only dig deeper and then with a flurry of thrusts that have my head snapping back, I explode around him, scratching down his skin.

He’s right behind me, cumming with a roar as he continues to pump into me like a piston.

I’m still holding onto him, feeling the jerking pulses of his body as he finally slows the pace. “That was…”

His forehead comes to mine, his arms wrapping around my back. I let go of the faucet and tip my weight forward, against him, only to realize that every muscle in my body might be sore.

Totally worth it.

“Fantastic,” he rumbles as he lifts me off the counter and carries me into the shower.

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