Page 174 of Deviant

“See?” I groan, watching my cock slick with her desire. “See how well your pussy swallows me whole? How much it loves getting fucked by me?”

“Yes,” she wails, her eyes falling to the back of her head, her legs starting to shake around her waist.

“Fuck, you’re soaked, baby. Does that turn you on? Knowing that your tight cunt can’t get enough of my cock?”

“Oh god,” she moans out, her pussy strangling my cock in such a way that I almost go blind on the spot.

“That’s it. Fuck, Roe. Take it. Take it all,” I moan, my grip tightening around her throat while I relentlessly pound into her with everything I’ve got.

And as she belts out my name from the top of her lungs while I hit that tender spot within her walls, I follow her over the precipice, knowing that when I wake up, she’ll still be in my arms.

I release my hand around her neck so that I can cradle her in my arms, Rowen’s limp-sated body instantly melting into my embrace.

“Where are we going?” she asks, half asleep, half awake, when I start walking us across the room.

“To the bathroom.”

“Why?” she yawns, so exhausted from her orgasm that she can’t keep her head up, needing to nestle it on the crook of my shoulder.

“Because… I’m not done with you yet.”

“You’re not?” she coos, sounding more alert.

“Fuck, no. We’ve got years of catching up to do, and we’ll start with me teaching you the benefits of shower sex. It’s going to be a long night. Hope you came prepared.”

“We can’t stay in bed forever,” she says sweetly, pressing a tender kiss to my chest.

“I beg to differ. For the next two days, I’m not leaving this room,” I reply, running my fingers up and down her back.

“Is it because you want to spend time with me, or is it because we’re hiding from the others?” she asks knowingly.

The damn woman is starting to read me like an open book.

When I don’t answer, she lifts off the bed to straddle my waist, giving me a better view of her full breasts and perkynipples. But it’s the way her wild hair frames her gorgeous face that really leaves me tongue-tied.

She can read me all she wants.

Flip every page until she can recite every chapter by heart.

I couldn’t give a fuck

Not as long as it means I get to wake up to her beautiful face every morning.

“They’re our friends. We can’t hide from our friends,” she insists, running her nails down my chest just to hear me hiss.

“Those fuckers downstairs are no friends of mine.”

This time, she really sinks her nails into my flesh, coaxing me to wince.

“Andy is your friend. Just as Harper and Abbie are mine.”

“Speaking of Abigail, be careful with that one. She might look all sweet and innocent, but she’s more than what meets the eye,” I alert, just to get her to move off the topic at hand.

“Funny. There was a time you said the same thing about me.”

“Was I wrong, Roe?” I arch a teasing brow, only to have her nails sink into my flesh again, Roe only stopping when she sees me bleeding.

Her stare darts away from my displeased expression to the tiny wounds she inflicted on me, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips.

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