Kelly liked sucking his dick. Hell, she got off on it. He’d known eager lovers before but in hindsight, never anyone who derived so much pleasure from the act. And in his sweet little lover’s book—the messier, and filthier, the better.
As her mouth massaged his shaft, he used his hands to guide her head. She rarely looked away from his face.
After a series of spine-tingling plunges that reduced her to a quivering, moaning, sloppy mess, he rubbed his saliva-covered cock over her face.
She was panting heavily. Her chest heaved with the effort of her breaths. The tide was turning. As she started giving up control, Roman explained how hard he was going to fuck her. She was whimpering and shaking when he got to the part about emptying inside her.
Holding his cock, he tapped it on her lips. “More?”
She glanced away and bit her lips. Was she ready to surrender?
Finally, she looked back at him. Her cheeks were bright pink. “Don’t hold back.”
He chuckled. “Ah, honey. There’s not a chance in hell of holding back. I’m going to fuck you so deep you’ll taste my cum.”
“Where do you want me?” she asked.
The amusing innocence made his cock twitch.
She was asking for his domination. Not nicey nice or polite, so he spelled out what he wanted.
He liked issuing orders and watching her comply because he knew every second he made her wait ramped up her excitement. By the time he thrust inside her, he wanted her so wet and aching that she’d come right away.
In the most demanding voice he could muster, Roman told her exactly what to do.
“Bedroom. Naked. On your back, knees up.”
She stood up and kissed him. He reveled in the sloppy mess from the blowjob.
Kelly knew how to perform, so she did, swinging her fuckable ass in the naughty lingerie while fluffing her hair as she walked.
He inhaled and picked up her scent.
She stripped holding onto one of the four wood posters. When she climbed on the bed, he got a good eyeful of her bare ass crawling into the center. He almost went with Plan B until she rolled to her back and spread her legs.
She wanted to fuck. Considering all the things that would bring her pleasure, he left her side and strode into the big closet—quickly locating a soft velour wedge. He returned and slid the sex aid under her ass.
“Knees up, honey.”
She instantly complied. He smiled and gave a husky chuckle. Bared to his hungry view, her sweet pussy glistened with the proof of her desire.
“And what do we have here?” She clutched the covers and moaned when he used one finger to gather her arousal and swipe it around her swollen clit.
He got on the bed and crawled between her thighs. What a perfect fucking view. Enjoying her flooded pussy, he fingered her with masterful precision. She put up with him teasing her for a minute or two before Kelly’s dominant side objected.
“Roman,” she growled. “I need you. Now.”
He smiled. Let the taming begin.
Moving into position, he fondled her gorgeous breasts and tweaked her nipples. His hard cock lay against her open pussy. He leaned over and devoted his mouth to suckling her tits until she started to unravel.
He looked at her dazed expression. Her need was so evident he nearly came just from that alone.
“Open for me, woman. Make way for my cock.”
Her shaking hands moved between her legs. Spreading her fleshy pussy lips, she whimpered and moaned when he grunted.
Roman guided the head of his cock to her wet opening. Rubbing the tip in the flood of her arousal, he coated his flesh and then went for it. Holding her hips, he adjusted for angle and thrust home.
She cried out when he rammed deep.
He waited. Kelly’s fingers touched the only portion of his manhood not buried in her cunt.
“More?”
She nodded. A strangled gurgling cry of desire ripped from her throat as he pulled back and plowed home—again and again.
“Rub your clit, baby.”
She hesitated, so he demanded. “Do it, Kelly.”
He stroked in and out and delighted in her cries of pleasure as she drew circles on her sensitive flesh.
He reached his limit not long after. Grabbing hold of her thighs, he moved her legs to his shoulders and shifted into position for the finale.
Her pussy was flooding. Tiny pulses made his cock twitch.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes locked on his.
Then he started. His movements were sure and ferocious. He pounded her into surrender. She had her hands on his forearms, her fingers digging into his flesh when she started to fly.
“Oh, yeah. Kelly. Fuck,” he roared.
He pulled out, slammed home, pulled out, and slammed again. Her cunt clenched his cock and squeezed until he saw stars.
She was crying, sobbing his name—her hips furiously bucking. The orgasm triggered a chain reaction inside him. His balls got impossibly tight. He grunted over and over. The climax exploded with a ferocity that stunned him. Roaring like an animal he fucked her with wild fury until there was nothing left.
They both quaked in the aftermath, clinging. He felt the rapid beating of her heart where their chests pressed together. His wilting cock remained inside her lush body until he was forced to change position. He rolled to his back and pulled her small body onto his chest. She curled into him and purred with contentment.
“Why did you come home early?” she asked.
How could he explain? There was serious shit brewing in an area of his life that had been dormant for years. Things were in motion that would force some unpleasant decisions—and sooner than he wanted to admit.
His gut intervened. Now was not the time to open that particular box. Kelly was his priority—not some douche canoe Arab prince who fucked up a critical operation. His Justice comrades were on it, and until he got word that action was needed, it was best to let it lay.
He’d talk to Domineau about it at some point and bring her up to speed. She was involved in what was happening whether she liked it or not. They all were. The whole original Team Justice.
It would seem, he inwardly mused, that the dust from those times might never settle. It was one thing to lay down your weapon and shrug off the blast vest and another thing entirely for the past to ever truly be over. Not with them. Not with the skills they had and the niggling fact that the military never really let go. The oath he swore to support and defend would forever be in effect.
He gathered her close. “I needed to see you.”
She snuggled against him. He loved the sexy wiggle and how her small hands felt as she stroked his chest.
“Is everything okay?”
It was fucked up that to avoid talking about something he didn’t want to, his next thought was about things she didn’t want to discuss. It didn’t make him happy that they were dealing with drama so early in their relationship.
He fought the impulse to gloss over the hard stuff. He’d had a taste of that before and knew the seed of doubt that kind of denial plants. And Kelly wasn’t like anyone he’d ever known. She possessed a sensible rudder that kept her on a pretty even keel, and she wasn’t afraid of a challenge.
“I love you. Everything is more than okay with us. But you know other things are pressing in from the outside.”
She shifted position so they could see each other as they spoke. “So you didn’t just take off work and come home to see if I was swinging from the rafters?”
He chuckled. “Well, I’m your man if getting trussed up and hung from the ceiling is your thing.”
Kelly swatted his arm and laughed. “That is not what I was talking about, and you know it.”
His grin was answer enough, but he cracked the door on his growing problems and gave her a glimpse.
“Did I use coming home to check on you as an excuse? Yes. Guilty. But to you, I’ll confess it was more than that.”
“You’re wo
rried about something.”
He was slightly taken aback by her blunt bullseye. She was perceptive in ways that bolstered his belief that they were bound together by a lot more than just lust. It was as if she had a window inside his head.
“Yes. I’m not going to sugar coat it. There’s a, uh… situation growing that I’m going to get drawn into. It’s unsettling,” he told her frankly. “It got to me, and I just wanted to be with you.”
Roman kissed her softly, and she sweetly responded with gentle gusto.
“I’m sorry I was a mess when you got here. You didn’t need that.”
He took a deep breath. “Not necessarily true, honey. Don’t hide from me, Kelly. I want to know when you’re struggling. It helps me stay sane if that makes sense. You are what’s real. You, Matty and me. Everything else is noise.”
She kissed his chest. “What can I do, Roman? What do you need?”
“I hear what you’re asking, but until I know what’s going on, my answer can only be one thing. I need this. You make me live honey. Being alive is a physical condition. Living is something else.”
A small, shaky smile bloomed on her face until it was a mischievous smirk. “If living is what you want, may I suggest dinner and dancing?”
“Ah,” he chuckled. “Made you a believer, have I?”
She giggled and wiggled. He smiled.
On a whim, he’d taken her to a 1940s supper club and treated her to a memorable night complete with a long turn on the dancefloor. She’d worn a stunning red dress that clung to her ass and did outrageous things to her tits. Rhiann, who’d become Kelly’s personal stylist, made sure she wore statement shoes. And the statement? Fuck me dirty, big man.
He’d enjoyed the whole night, especially the slow dancing. Kelly had a natural grace. She was comfortable in her skin. Holding her hot, sexy body close and gliding with her around the dancefloor had been pure bliss. Afterward, they’d barely made it home with their clothes on and shoved Domineau out the door before things got wild.
To his utter delight, his fierce little female alpha loved it when he restrained her. In any way. Hands, feet, both—a new experience for him because in no way did the restraints imply submission.
Ha! What a joke.
So he slid on a blindfold and spread-eagle tied her to the bed. Then he introduced his little wanton to the delights of sensory play. It was her first time with candle wax but would certainly not be the last. After oiling her skin in a sexy massage, she purred like a jungle cat when he decorated her naked flesh with the hot, dripping wax.
Their little oil and wax escapade ruined the comforter on the bed—a fact that made them wail with laughter later, but had been well worth it. Kelly was so responsive and passionate that she came twice before his cock was inside her. He’d been stunned by her reaction and devoted his energies to making, slow, sweet love to her.
When he was finished, his fiancée was drenched in sweat and completely satisfied in ways that were hard to explain. On that occasion, the love play had taken both of them to new heights. He knew how to fuck hard and was damn good at it, but there was something poignant and sweet about lovemaking when it came from the heart.
Kelly answered his taunting question with a husky chuckle. “You look so fucking hot in a suit that I’d be a believer of just about anything when you’re dressed like a gentleman.”
He snorted with amused laughter. “Okay, I’m not sure if the gentleman comment was a snide crack or a challenge. Plus, honey, where you and that sweet ass and pussy are concerned, lady… I am no gentleman.”
“Oh,” she snickered. “So what are you saying? Just pussy and ass? No tits? What about my gag reflex—or lack thereof? Do you consider what you do to my mouth gentlemanly?”
He enjoyed the way her husky laugh wrapped around his heart. And he enjoyed her filthy mouth because the way she spoke was entirely natural. Getting her to express her desires and to be verbal during sex wasn’t going to be a problem.
“Tell you what,” he replied. “How about this? You’re in charge of the dinner date. And I do mean in charge. You’ll have to dress me too. Whatever suit tickles your fancy. If you want a gentleman, that’s what you’ll have. And if you want to suck some gentleman dick in the back of a limo on the way there, I’ll do my best to answer the call.”
“Can this scenario include sheer panties and a Princess butt plug?”
“For you or me?” he asked.
“Ha ha,” Kelly giggled with a playful swat.
He swept his big hand across her ass and copped a squeeze. “Only if I place the plug and help you into the panties.”
“Of course,” she cooed.
“Then yes, Carina. I do believe that slow dancing and knowing my lady’s ass is being beautifully trained will guarantee a hard cock for your pleasure.”
“Roman?”
“Yes?”
She wiggled around a little bit and put her chin on her hand. “It’s not just sex, right?”
“You know it’s not.”
“Just checking.”
“May I ask why?”
She smiled and bit her lip. “I’m new at this and well, doesn’t it seem kind of weird that you’re all I think about? I can’t look at you without wanting to do nasty things.”
He gave what she said some thought. “Does it make you feel uncomfortable?”
“No. Not uncomfortable. Maybe shocked, a little. I don’t seem to have many boundaries with us.”
“Have we done anything that bothers you?”
“Oh god, no. Roman. I’m not freaked out. Not at all. I guess I’m just checking if this is normal.”
“Is it normal that we fell in love and have a passionate sex life?”
“When you say it like that,” she muttered.
“Hon, nobody gives a shit what we do in private. There isn’t a scale or a rating chart. We aren’t going to conduct any polls. As long as whatever we do is mutual and pleasurable, it’s all good.”
“You know a whole lot more than me.”
“This is true. Does that bother you?”
“There’s more going on with you than you’re letting on.”
He paused. “What makes you think that?”
She started to laugh. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the duffle bag full of equipment or that locked cabinet in your wardrobe? You’ve pulled some interesting shit from those places, and I don’t think having a handy dandy spreader thing and a flogger at the ready happened by accident.”
A slow, sex-fueled smile, with full teeth, hit his face. “Ah, so what you’re saying is that my methodical plan to slowly corrupt my virgin fiancée is working?”
She laughed. “You’re such an ass.”
“That’s not an answer,” he challenged.
“Yes, you dirty old man. Your virgin defilement and corruption scheme is a success so far.”
“Are you ready to explore?”
“Explore what, exactly?”
He shrugged nonchalantly and tossed a tiny firecracker to see what would happen.
“Can I interest m’lady in a public play scenario, that…”
“Absolutely not,” she grunted. Pushing off his chest, she sat by his side. A fierce scowl let him know she’d gotten the wrong idea. He had less than a second to explain before she ripped his nuts off.
“To be clear, Ms. James. I do not share. Ever. So rest assured my love, I was not and will never be referring to you and I engaged in any sort of public display.”
She wasn’t mollified in the least by his pretty speech. “Then what the fuck was that all about? A public play scenario?”
“What I was trying to ask was whether you’d be interested in witnessing public play.”
“You say that as if I’m supposed to know what the hell public play entails. My suggestion, Mr. Bishop, is that you switch to speaking plainly and get right to the point, because this isn’t working for me.”
Well, she told him!
He sat up and leaned back against a mou
nd of pillows.
“Would you like to see a flogging up close and personal? If you would, there are ways for that to happen. Places for…”
“Oh my god,” she growled. “The red card in your wallet. It’s for a sex club isn’t it?”
His head snapped up as if she’d smacked him. Holy shit but the girl forgot nothing and was fast as lightening putting things together. She hit the nail on the head only with a few details left out. One or two major details.
“You’re good,” he told her. “I’m impressed.”
If he expected judgment or a visit from the church lady he was quickly disabused of those erroneous assumptions.
“Is it here? In the city?”
“Um, okay.”
“Is that a yes?”
Jesus. Which one of them was the trained interrogator? He wanted to laugh.
He met her challenging expression with one of his own.
“Yes. What else do you want to know?”
“Do you go there to fuck people?”
Oh my god—was she for real? “No. It’s not like that.”
Momentarily distracted by her jiggling breasts, his eyes drifted to her chest only for Kelly to snap her fingers beneath his nose and grunt, “My eyes are up here, asshat.”
His reaction to her snarky shit was to lean in, take hold of a fabulous globe and suck the nipple into his mouth. She shut up pretty quick after that.
After a thorough suckle of both tits, he sat back and gazed into her lust-filled eyes.
“It’s not a dungeon or a skeezy fuck room. I know this because I own it.”
She gasped and went wide-eyed.
“Well, co-own.”
“You’re serious, aren’t you? Is this what Liam meant by me not knowing everything?”
He remembered the moment when Liam hurled the accusation and winced. From her brother’s standpoint, he could easily see how him owning an exclusive BDSM playground for the wealthy wasn’t playing well against the backdrop of him and Kelly being involved.
“Yes. And he was just showing his protective side, although entirely misguided.”
“So if it’s not some creepy sadist’s haven, what is it?”
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