Page 14 of Room Nineteen: Bulls in Her Court

He growls out a coarse word. “I want that, baby.”

He lays me down, opening me to him and my limbs and my heart go wide willingly. Lance issohard already. His sex throbs against mine. Pearls of precum drip from the head. My hips jerk up against him of their own accord. The sheets tangling up in my fists at my sides.

Lance pushes into my hole and my wet walls know to instantly clamp down hard around him, sucking him into me deeper. Securing him there. Hungry for his seed. Fill me. Fuck me. Breed me.Stay.

In throaty whispers he reminds me of some of the things we did. Some of it, I don’t even realize I’d forgotten about until he says it. I love that he loved not just being with me, but watching me, feeling powerless even, although I don’t fully understand that part about it yet. I love how much it turns him on now to remind me, to say all those dirty things out loud as he fucks me. With every memory he speaks aloud, his thrusts become more feral, more desperate, the rhythm wild and broken and frantic as he grinds down hard on the walls of my pussy.

Oh, god. I’ve made a strong man weak. And that’s empowering and sexy. And he knows it, and he lets me.

Without preamble he drags his whole sex out of me and flips me over in one easy movement. Grabbing the sides of my ass, he pulls me up against him. His hard length drills down into me, hitting new places that sing out as he drives into them and against them, blinding me. Making me feel so good.

“That’s my girl,” he breathes out roughly, “feel good for me, baby. Feel good on my dick…”

I just moan in reply, backing my ass up against him with every deep thrust. My god he is fucking me into oblivion right now.

“Does Kieran fuck you like this,” Lance growls out, as he leans over me and pulls on my hair, grabbing a fistful right at the root. “You want his big dick inside you?”

I gulp a swallow. I look at him. He looks back at me deeply.

“Tell me you want your ex’s big dick.”

I don’t know what to say… I don’t want to hurt Lance. I think he wants me to say yes. I think he…wantsme to hurt him a little. “Yes,” I rasp. “I want him.”

Lance releases a soft yelp and presses in closer to me.

“I want his dick inside me.”

Oh, fuck. Hot pleasure pours through my veins the moment I say it. Heat lashes at my core and I come so hard and so long on his cock that for a long few seconds I lose the very will to breathe.

“Mmm,” I moan, the second I catch my breath enough to. “God he would feel so good in me…you can’t stop me, baby,” I taunt him, my words sounding fully believable as I try to tease this man senseless. Big, strong, depraved man. “You want to watch Kieran fuck me?” I purr, backing my ass up onto his cock with renewed dedication.

Lance’s mouth gapes slightly, surprised. Pain like I predicted flashes in his eyes, and then he issues a low groan and a long “fuuuck” and he kisses me. He just turns my head up toward him and kisses me. When he pulls back his eyes are shut tight, in pain or concentration, I can’t tell. Wordlessly he ruts into me harder and faster than ever, gulping in quick, shallow breaths before he releases the longest and deepest sound of pleasure from his chest as he fills me with his cum.

I didn’t mean it, I want to tell him. I don’t want Kieran. No. I want this man. I want this. Forever.

I want to tell him all of that, right now.

But I think he knows.

And I think some of it’s crazy. A little crazy.

I think it’s just role play, fantasy. I don’t know why it does what it does to him—or apparently, to me.

But god, I love it.

I wantthisandhimandus, always.

Chapter Eight

Lance

She needs blackout curtains in here.

Or better yet, she needs to be sleeping inmyroom from now on—ourbedroom. Fuck this room. She’s mine now and I want to wake up next to her every day.

But with some blackout curtains, because seriously,fuck. That bright-ass sun is annoying.

The rays are pretty, painting her mop of pixie-cut auburn hair that’s messy from sleeping and sex.That’s my girl right there. Lying on my back, arms pretzeled behind my head I look up at the ceiling, thinkingly. Can’t sleep, and probably shouldn’t sleep any later than this. There is always so much shit to do…

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