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ALMA

The past week and a half had been pure bliss. There was no other way to describe it.

After my breakfast-time blowjob in the middle of my kitchen several days ago, Roan had yanked me to my feet, spun me around, and fucked me from behind right there against the counter where we’d been enjoying our breakfast.

He’d left me napping shortly after and headed back to the inn to pack his stuff, and when I woke up, his bags were in my closet and my drawers had been reorganized to make room for the few items he had with him.

His guitar case sat in the living room, and every day after I got home from rehearsal, I’d find him sitting on the front porch or couch or somewhere, strumming away, creating one new melody after the other.

I used to be able to sit and watch him for hours, and as badly as I wanted to do that exact same thing now, I didn’t let myself. I only allowed so much before reeling myself back in so I didn’t let my expectations get away from me.

I’d make an excuse to escape whenever he played, taking a shower or running errands, anything to stay away from him and that damn guitar. His voice and music were my kryptonite. If I got to close, I’d be doomed.

Every night I was off from the club, he’d cook dinner while I kept him company. We’d eat his delicious meals, talking and laughing more than I had in a very long time, then eventually we’d fall into bed together and Roan would worship my body in that way only he could.

If Iwasworking the club, it was guaranteed he’d be in the audience, taking in the show. He always stuck around until it was time for me to leave. Then he’d drive us home and fuck me raw, so turned on from watching me dance that he couldn’t keep his hands off me.

I’d had more sex in the past week and a half with Roan than I’d had in years, but I couldn’t get enough. Feeling him, touching him, tasting him, it wasneverenough.

“Look at you, baby. So pretty when you’re sucking my dick like a good girl. You’re so goddamn good at that.”

I looked up from beneath my lashes, over the planes of Roan’s tight, toned body, to his face. He lay stretched across my bed with his head propped on a pile of pillows as I crouched between his long spread legs. The muscle in his jaw worked, his chest rose and fell violently as his breath sawed in and out of his lungs.

He looked almost feral, like he was only seconds away from devouring me whole. And god, but Ilovedthat I had the power to do that to him.

I hummed wantonly, smiling the best I could around his hard, fat cock as I bobbed down on it, swallowing when I felt the tip bump the back of my throat. He was so big, I couldn’t possibly take him all, but what I could take was enough to drive me wild.

Drool dripped from the corner of my mouth as I continued to work him, to drive him to the brink of insanity. I played with his balls with one hand, feeling them draw up tighter to his body the closer he got to coming, and with the other, I toyed with my slit, using the wetness that was dripping down my inner thighs to fuck myself with my fingers.

I’d never been a huge fan of blowjobs, but sucking Roan off turned me on like nothing else. The closer he got, the more the pressure in my core built.

“Goddamn it,” he hissed, his jaw clenched tight, his lips curled back to expose his teeth. He looked like a wild animal that had spotted his prey. “You’re getting off on this, aren’t you? You love having your mouth stuffed full of my dick, Alma?”

I hummed against him, my eyes rolling backward in my head as my lips fluttered shut. I could feel myself barreling toward my own release, and I was so greedy for it, I couldn’t see straight.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he chided. “You don’t come until I’m inside you.”

With that, he knifed up to sitting and grabbed me beneath my armpits. He hauled me up his body until I straddled his waist, his erection prodding at my drenched entrance. We’d had the talk a few days ago, and since I was on the pill and we were both clean, we’d decided to ditch the condoms and go bare. I loved nothing more than the feel of Roan inside of me with nothing between us.

“I want to watch your beautiful body while you ride me,” he ordered, reaching between us to line his dick into place. Grabbing hold of my hips, he used them like handles, yanking me down on him as he thrust upward, spearing me with his massive length.

I cried out, dropping my head back on that delicious stretch. That burn felt so fucking good as my body adjusted to make room for him.

“That’s my good girl. Now move. I want to feel you flood my cock.”

I did just that, my hips undulating like waves as I braced my palms on his chest, placing one of my hands right over his tattoo. That date.

“Roan,” I breathed, my voice hitching as my walls began to flutter. “You feel so good. I’m so full.”

“Ah, shit,” he gritted out, snapping upward to meet me thrust for thrust, fucking into me hard and fast from the bottom. Even with me on top, he was still in complete control during sex. I preferred it that way. I loved handing it over to him, trusting he knew exactly what to do to make me feel amazing. “You’re so fucking tight, Alma.” His fingers dug into my hips so hard I knew he was probably going to leave bruises behind; I didn’t mind it one damn bit.

I moved faster as that coil inside me tightened. A thin sheen of sweat had built on both our bodies. The room was filled with the sounds of our pants and moans, of skin slapping skin.

All of a sudden Roan sat up, bracing himself with one arm stretched behind him, his hand in the mattress, as he pinned me to him with the other wrapped around my waist. He pistoned his hips upward. Over and over, driving himself so deep he bottomed out. “Need you to get there for me. I’m so goddamn close.”

On those words, I snapped. I clamped down on him like a vise and threw my head back on a scream as I came hard enough to see stars. He followed me right over that edge. That first spray of his hot cum shot deep inside me. I continued to ride him through both of our releases, until we were so spent we collapsed on the bed, struggling to catch our breaths.

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