Page 29 of Wicked Savage Cruel
He climbs off of me and runs a hand through his dark brown hair.
Humiliation sweeps through me and I jerk into a seated position, wrapping my arms around my chest to cover myself.
“Condom,” he bites out. Then he looks at me and his eyes narrow. “What are you doing?”
“I…” A blush warms my cheeks as he stands there in all his naked glory without a care in the world. “I… Ah…” I have no words.
He steps closer and leans down, kissing me hard and deep before biting my bottom lip and giving it a tug. My hands fall away from my breasts and I moan into his mouth.
He pulls back with a devilish smirk, “I’m getting a condom and then I’m fucking that tight little pussy of yours.”
I swallow hard. “O-okay,” I whisper, hating how unsure I sound. I brush loose strands of hair from my face and then his words slam into me.Condom. Oh my god. I almost had sex with him without one. What was I thinking?
He strides out of the room completely naked, only to come back seconds later with a square foil packet in his hands. He tears it open with his teeth, rolls it on his thick, hard length, and then is right back in front of me. He kisses me again and leans forward, pressing me back against the mattress.
“Ready for me?” he asks as he lines his cock up with my center. His eyes are hooded, his expression now serious.
“Yes,” I say, because right now the idea of him anywhere but inside of me gives me a panicky feeling. When the head of his erection nudges against my core, he locks his eyes with mine and he holds my gaze.
“I won’t be gentle.”
I nod in consent and with that one small motion, he’s slamming into me in a single hard, smooth trust. Stars explode behind my eyelids and I push my hips up to meet his, gasping at how full I feel. He lets out a string of curses. One hand tightens on my hip, pressing me down into the mattress as the other rests beside my head, bracing his body above mine.
“So fucking good, vanilla.”
I whimper his name and kiss the strong column of his neck, nipping playfully.
He slides out of me, slow and smooth before thrusting back inside, this time even harder. Deeper. I grab hold of his biceps, holding onto him like my life depends on it. His groans undo me.
He grips my jaw and slams his mouth down on mine, devouring me like he’s starved for my mouth. He kisses my lips, my neck, my shoulder, and then he’s thrusting hard and fast, not giving me a chance to catch my breath. His kisses grow more aggressive as he all but punishes my body. His hold on me is so tight I know I’ll have bruises in the morning and I don’t even care.
I’m on fire. Every cell in my body humming with greedy need and expectation. I can feel another orgasm building inside me and I offer no resistance.
A needy moan climbs up my throat, my body winding tighter and tighter.Oh my god.“I’m going to come again,” I pant.
Roman pulls out of me and I cry out at the loss of contact but then he’s flipping me over onto my stomach, pulling at my hips until my ass is raised high up in the air. Then he slams his cock back inside of me. This angle has him thrusting deeper almost to the point of pain. But it's the best pain.
“Come for me, Allie. Come hard.” He tangles one hand in my hair, pulling my head back as far as it will go, my spine arches and my breasts thrust forward. My inner walls clench tight around him and my orgasm shatters around me. Colors explode like fireworks behind my eyelids. He feels that good. So, freaking good.
He begins driving himself harder into me, grinding his teeth with each savage stroke. “Mine,” he snarls, biting my shoulder like a wild animal. He fucks me raw and angry, pounding into me without mercy as though he’s exorcising his demons. My hands itch to touch him. To roam his muscular body. But I can’t in this position. All I can do is barely manage to hold on to my sanity as he fucks me like I’ve never been fucked before, effectively ruining me for anyone else who might come after him.
I scream his name again as my body locks up for the third time, my inner walls gripping him tight as I shatter, drowning in the waves of yet another release. I collapse face first onto the mattress, the sensations too much for my body to bear. His hands hold my hips back and he stiffens behind me, his body shuddering against mine with his own release before he pulls out, leaving me empty and aching.
His lips find my ear and he says, “My pussy. Got that? For as long as I want it.”
I want to deny him. To tell him to fuck off because he doesn’t own me, but at the moment, all I can manage is a grunt and I don’t even know if it’s in agreement or denial.
He tugs me into his arms, nestling me beneath his chin as we both struggle to catch our breath, and when I finally do manage to get my breathing under control, I decide not to address his statement. I can’t form the words let alone digest the meaning behind what he just said.
It’s possessive in the extreme.
After a few minutes pass, he gets up, leaves the room still gloriously naked, and disposes of the condom. He comes back with a warm washcloth and with surprising care he wipes away the remnants of my release from my thighs before tossing the washcloth in a dark corner of the room.
I consider getting up and leaving. Finding my clothes and heading for Aaron’s cabin. I shouldn’t stay here. It would send the wrong message. This is just fun. No strings. No emotions.
But when he tugs me toward the head of the bed and helps me slip beneath the covers, I resign myself to the fact that I don’t have it in me to fight him.
Neither of us says a word. Roman reels me in until I’m resting splayed across his chest, my ear pressed against his beating heart and the night melts away. My body slips into the first restful sleep I’ve had since my mom passed away.
