Page 50 of Roughing the Player
The blood pounds through my veins as he keeps up the relentless pace. Everything in me quakes. My core tightens. A flame rises within me, threatening to burn out of control. I’m a mere millisecond from orgasm when he does something with his fingers, and I come harder than I ever have in my whole life. While I’m still shaking, he stretches over my head and grabs a packet from his night table. I watch silently while he slips the condom over his cock.
His fingers graze my thighs, and his mouth follows. Once more he teases my folds apart, finds my core again, leans down to suckle me. “Ready?”
Unable to say a word, I can only nod. The power of speech has deserted me.
The excitement builds once more when he circles my pearl with his tongue and laps up every drop. Shameless, I wrap my hand around his head and grind into his greedy mouth. Everything tightens in me, and I keen short, desperate cries. I can’t believe I’m coming again. He spears me with his tongue and I come apart, squirming on the bed, screaming his name.
I’m still lost in the mindless aftermath, when he rises above me, presses his massive erection against my opening and thrusts. The pleasure is so intense, I arch off the bed, moaning.
As sweat pours off him unto my heated skin, he fucks me with a hard and steady rhythm. His breathing tells me he’s in control. The bed’s bouncing below us, so I curl my legs around his hips to keep me tethered to him. When his pace grows faster and he sinks deeper, I clutch his arms. He shifts to a slower speed, pulls out and turns me face down. Thrusting into my pussy from behind, his hand reaches around to find my pearl and then, God help me, he flicks my clit. I scream and convulse around his cock.
It takes him no time to follow. Sweaty, bellowing hard breaths, he collapses on top of me. “You’re mine now, Ellie Adams. I’m never going to let you go.”
I don’t have the breath to deny him.
