Page 21 of Not Your Romeo
“Eyes,” he breathily demanded, even though I hadn’t taken them from him.
It was the only warning I had before he thrust deeper. My chest heaved, and my hands shook as I willed myself through another deep stab of his hips, gagging all the while. I wasn’t all that enthused about providing oral sex usually. I generally got by focusing on the head and just giving a slobbery hand job with the rest, but for some reason, I really wanted to make him satisfied. My eyes watered while he nudged at my tongue with short, little stabs, giving me a moment to get my breath and bearings again.
“So beautiful, and you feel amazing. I knew I’d come to appreciate that mouth of yours. You’re fighting me a little, but you’re gettin’ the hang of it.”
My cheeks warmed, but I didn’t have too long to stew in my embarrassment before his grip locked on my wrists, sending shock waves through me all over again
“Right here,” he summoned my gaze again and I trembled so hard I was sure he’d feel it.
I was afraid I’d puke on him and humiliate the shit out of myself.
“Head back and swallow, keep swallowing.” He gently encouraged me, while he slowly made love to the entrance of my throat.
Focusing on something besides the desperate urge to gag helped a little, and soon his eyes tightened, and his breath came in restrained huffs. His grip on my wrists grew fierce, but as uncomfortable as it was, I loved it.
He jerked his hips back and growled, ripping me up to my feet without warning.
“Whoa–” I managed, once my mouth was empty.
Wyatt laughed and framed my face with his hands, kissing me deep as he guided me backwards.
“Turn around.” He saluted the wall with his chin, and I looked behind me, having momentarily forgotten where we were.
He guided me to turn and climb onto the edge of the sofa.
He kissed, nipped, and licked from my hip to my shoulder, and my body contorted to his will beneath him.
“That was beautiful, Ro. I’m a lucky man,” he murmured into the crook of my neck, hauling my ass back toward him.
I bit back a moan and rolled my hips, “I want to feel you.”
He hadn’t been gentle yet, and I wanted nothing more than to be devastated over the sofa now.
“You’re about to.” He distractedly murmured, while rubbing his cock between my thighs. I spread and braced when he firmly lodged it against the entrance of my pussy.
“What’s your word?” he rasped, his fingers dipping between my legs to smash and grind at my clit.
“Viper,” I shuddered, my heart racing as I felt the pressure build behind me.
“What is it?” he asked, again, his other hand trailing over my ribs to randomly swat my left tit and grasp the nipple in a pinch.
“Viper!” I screeched.
His hand shot up to my throat, snuffing the word from my windpipes, and his hips snapped forward.
I came hard, my eyes rolling back as he buried himself in a series of violent thrusts that left his knee on the sofa with me. He pinned me with his weight, his necklace of flesh still wrapped around my throat while he hate-fucked me from behind.
Each of those punishing thrusts sent a hot dose of pleasure racing through me. My body clenching at him and melting around him when that blessed cock began to pound me to that special floaty place again. The one where I was left smiling and stupid beneath him long after he’d finished his tormenting.
I heard a rumble of laughter, and realized he’d done it again.
“Damn you,” I huffed, sliding my hand along the back of the sofa.
I was too delirious to push myself up, and he murmured against it anyhow. He sprinkled kisses along my shoulder, and I realized he was supporting my trembling form, so it was probably a good idea to let him have his way.
Chapter Eleven
Gravy Makes Everything Better
