Page 26 of Heartfelt Pain
I force his hand down my body, shifting up to tug the skirts of my dress.
Roma’s brow lifts slightly. There’s boyish surprise and it equally infuriates and fascinates me.
“What the fuck did you think you were doing?” This dress is tight as fuck, but Roma’s hands sneaks underneath. His eyes widen when his fingers meet the smooth skin of my pussy.
“Y-you’re not wearing?—”
“Underwear.” I force his hand where I want it, hissing when his palm meets my clit. I’ve wanted friction there all night. “I had a whole fucking plan, Roma. Until you ruined it.”
My hips rock. I’m shamelessly riding his hand.
“Hellcat,” he whispers into my ear.
“I said don’t call me that.” His nickname for me died five years ago.
I shove at his chest. Two fingers thrust inside my pussy and my head lands on his chest. Fingers dig into my waist, pulling me closer. It’s a tight space and he invades me inside and out.
At this moment nothing else matters, but my desperate needs.
I’ll feel horror later. Or at least properly acknowledge the low-level amount of it already outlining this experience.
He pumps his fingers in and out of me. They curl, hitting a spot that has my own fingers curling into the material of his leather jacket. I should shove him away, but I cling, my hips driving on their own.
"You fucking ruin everything.” The whisper comes out breathless.
He adds a third finger and the wave crests easily. I’m not surprised, considering how eager and desperate I am for touch after going so long without.
Roma’s fingers are wet when he removes his hand. He lifts them, studying them in the dark. The car rocks forward before taking a right. I hope the driver liked the show.
Roma tries to speak but I slap my hand over his mouth. He destroyed me and I plan on destroying him.
The low whimper he produces when I unzip his jeans is worth it. He’s as desperate and needy as I am.
He hisses when I palm his hard cock. He’s painfully swollen and I’m not in the mood for gentle. His hips jerk when I wrap my hand around him, tugging his erection.
My thumb finds a bead of precum and the grunt from Roma is worth it when I swirl my thumb at the tip, smearing the liquid.
“You ruined my night.”
I don’t think he’ll answer. I don’t want him to be able to. But his head tips back and his dark eyes find me.
“So you’ve said,” he groans.
My hand wraps tighter, his hips jerking again.
A glutton for punishment, Roma pisses me off by saying, “I’ve made your night, hellcat.”
“Is that what you think you’ve done?” I lean forward, kissing the column of his neck. Every inch of him is tense, desire radiating from him. My hand strokes faster, and I’m close enough to feel his chest move with a sharp intake of breath.
I can’t stop from placing a kiss on his cheek. On the corner of his mouth. His head rolls to the side, but I chuckle against his lips.
“You think you’re going to come.”
He takes a deep breath. God, he wants it bad and all it does is turn me the fuck on.
“Only good boys get to come,” I coo in his ear, my fingers brushing his soft hair back. “And you’re not a goodboy are you, Roma?”
“Ren, p-please.”
