Page 60 of Roommate Wanted
I licked my lips, tasting the salty-sweet smear he left behind.
His blue eyes darkened. That smug smirk twisted into something cruel.
“Like that, is it?” he murmured, twisting my head back until I was tilted up, throat exposed.“Ma hungry wee cocksleeve.”
I opened my mouth, ready, but instead of pushing inside, he only dragged the blunt head across my lips, soaking them with his precum.
“Lick it,” he said, pulling back.
Frustration curled hot and heavy in my belly, but I obeyed, licking my lips until every trace of him was gone. I leaned forward and tried to take him, but he chuckled.
“Aw, is ma wee darlin’needin’another taste o’me?”
My chest pulsed, heat blooming under my skin. I reached into the bond not to receive, but to reach into it. I slipped past the thick fog of dominance, deeper, until I found the molten core of his desire.
It pulsed like a living thing.
I curled around it with tendrils of my own need wrapping tight and pushed, sending the ache straight into him.
His eyes widened, and the smile faltered.
I grinned like the cat who got the cream.
His carefully concocted control snapped.
He grabbed his cock and thrust it toward my mouth. I wasn’t quick enough to open for him. A low growl ripped from his chest as he slapped my cheek with the heavy weight of him.
“If ye’r gonna tease me like that, ye’d best be ready for the consequences,” he snarled.
I bit down the smirk and opened my mouth, slow and deliberate.
There was no hesitation this time. He drove into my mouth, cock grazing over my teeth before slamming into the back of my throat.
He stepped forward, feet crunching over broken branches, hands tangling in my hair as he held me in place.
Then he thrust again. His head flew back with a groan while I choked, eyes tearing up from the sudden depth. He pulled back only to slam in harder, deeper until I could feel the swollen base of his knot pressing at my throat.
“Is this what yae wanted?” he growled, voice thick with hunger and something more unhinged.
Since I couldn’t speak, I reached for his knot. It was fully engorged, hot, and heavy, pulsing in my palm. It throbbed with every brutal thrust down my throat. Spit and precum slicked my hands, coating the thick bulb as I squeezed it possessively.
“Oh, yoo dirty wee minx,” Lyall snarled.
His fingers clamped around the back of my neck, pinning me in place. Then he started to move. No rhythm. No gentleness. Just the savage slap of skin and the wet, obscene sound of my mouth being used. His knot slapped against my lips while he face-fucked me with no mercy, no hesitation. My jaw was stretched, throat raw with his scent claiming me.
I reached between my legs, desperate to soothe the ache—
But he stopped.
His hand shot down and wrenched my wrist back, holding it firm.
“Keep yer hands on ma knot,” he snapped, breath ragged, hips still twitching forward.“Yae wanted this, darlin’. So take it.”
His dominance crackled through the bond like electricity, slamming into me until I melted into obedience.
“Gud gurl,” he rasped, voice thick with triumph as he lazily thrust back and forth.
Each motion forced me to feel him—every thick, swollen inch with his knot slapping against my lips like a warning. I dragged my tongue along his cock, tasting the veins that pulsed just beneath the skin. He twitched at the pressure, groaning deep in his chest.
