Page 24 of After Hours
“I want you to kneel down, take my cock in your mouth, and get it nice and wet,” he told her in that formidable voice that danced all over her and made her skin prickle. And made her pussy a molten soft heat immediately, as if she hadn’t already had more sex in a night than in months. “You may say,thank you sir,for this privilege.”
“Thank you sir, for this privilege,” she said at once.
And Romily felt as if she had never been alive until this moment. Not even in all the other moments that had already happened tonight. They were all wiped away. She felt as if she had literally been created and put upon this earth for the opportunity to pull in a raggedy breath and do exactly as he directed her.
For theprivilegeof sinking down on her knees and settling between those thick, massively strong thighs of his. She noticed the tattoo high on one thigh, and the one that wrapped aroundthe other. She noticed that this part of his was roughened with the same black hair he had on his chest and his head, and between his legs.
Every part of him was more beautiful than the last.
She had never wanted anything more than to lean forward and take that an enormous cock in her mouth as best she could.
He let her fumble around and then he took her face in one hand and made a soft sort of sound.
“We’re going to have to work on this,” he told her, sounding serious in a way that moved through her like a heavy baseline. She had to fight not to shudder, because she suspected that if she did, she would come that easily. Without permission. “There are few things I like as much as fucking a woman’s face. I’ll need you to work on that gag reflex. I want to come down your throat while I’m buried in it as deep as I can go.”
She could feel tears coming out of her eyes again, because she wanted that herself. She wanted it badly. Not only that, Romily had seen how much he liked it herself. She’d watched through the window. She’dhungered—and now she was here.
More than willing to learn whatever he had to teach her.
“But not tonight,” he said quietly. “The sun is about to come up. I need to open the gym and get a workout in. But first, I’m going to watch the sunrise.”
He set her back on her heels and let her sit there as he pulled out a condom from the drawer of the table next to his chair. Then he held her gaze as he tore open the packet and slowly rolled it on.
Romily would have sworn thatputting on a condomcouldn’t possibly be hot.
And yet everything this man did was beyond merelyhot.It was hard to imagine why there wasn’t a line down the alley and halfway to Jack London square for him, day and night.
When he was done he pulled her up off her knees and settled her astride him on his lap. He had her kneel up and once again, he gathered her wrists behind her.
“I want you to fuck yourself until you come,” he said, very steadily. Verydistinctly.“I want you to sink down on this cock and take all of it. Then show me how wet you are, and how much you want me. I want you loud and sloppy anddetermined,Romily. The only purpose of your life in this moment is to make us both come. Can you do that?”
Her breath was already more like a pant. She was vibrating deep inside. “Yes sir,” she assured him.
So he sat back and watched her as she did what he’d told her. She lowered herself down, actually slamming herself onto him, so desperate was she to take all of him. To show him that she could. That shewould. That she wanted nothing more than him filling her up, too big and too hard for that first gasping moment?—
Until the sheer glory of this washed right in behind.
And then, her wrists securely held behind her in one of his gorgeously strong hands, she began to rise and fall. She was not so much setting up a rhythm as essentially making herself feel good. Hopefully making him feel good, too. Romily didn’t have his precision, but she had that determination he’d mentioned—and anyway, what she was doing felt too good. Everything wastoo good.
He watched her intently, his eyes all over her face, and whatever he saw in them must have pleased him because he dropped his gaze lower. His free hand rose to test the shape of one breast. Then he shifted to play with the other one. She got the distinct impression that he approved the way they jiggled as she rocked herself against him. As the heat radiated out from her pussy, picking up steam in all the places her ass ached and then rolling out to make her nipples almost hurt, they were so hard.
The more she fucked herself on that enormous cock of his, somehow even bigger than before by her estimation, the more she slumped into him. He seemed to like that, too. His hand moved again, this time to grip her ass, even though that made her yelp—because it still hurt.
But he didn’t stop. And the more she tried to do something about it, the harder she fucked herself against his cock. The wilder she moved against him, even though in this position, her clit was a danger as it rubbed against him and she wasn’t sure how long she could keep this up without coming.
Then, she could feel his fingers again. They moved from the reddened part of her ass to trace the place where his cock was disappearing inside of her. She thought he was going to pinch her again and she shuddered in anticipation of that shock—but he didn’t.
He moved his fingers in all of her wet heat and then he moved to her butt again. A moment later, Romily felt one finger press confidently against the bud of her asshole.
She was so startled that she stopped moving. But all it took was one tilt of his eyebrow, and she gulped, then started moving again. Maybe a little more carefully this time, as she tried to work out how she felt about all this new sensation.
Once again, it was like time lost all meaning. There was his cock deep in her pussy. There was the ache in her thighs from all this lowering and raising. Her shoulders were pulled back and her wrists were held tight in his grip And now there was the finger he worked into her ass, with an intent that she could not mistake.
She could see it on his face. She could feel it in the way he handled her.
There was a point where she stopped cataloguing all of these things and simply surrendered instead. To all of it. Because this wasn’t about the separate pieces, this was about the whole.Romily understood that on a level that shouldn’t have made sense, but did. Because he was going to put that finger in her ass, she couldn’t do anything about it, and something about that made it all hot and spicy, dark and delicious.
And better still when she simply accepted it, like it was already done.
