I use an open hand and slap her wet pussy hard with one swift motion.
“Hey!”
“You can chill with the theatrics, Duchess. You’re not fooling anybody. You’re wet as hell right now and you want me just as much as I want you. Now ask for it the right fucking way or I’ll tie you to this desk for the rest of the night and go make myself a sandwich.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Still waiting,” I say, as I gingerly pull and roll her clit with two of my fingers. She raises her hips in response.
“Okay, you win.”
“What do I win?”
“Please… I… want, I need you to fuck me, Masterson.”
Now we’re finally getting somewhere.
“When?”
I unbuckle my belt.
“Now.”
“Where?” I growl eagerly.
“On this desk.”
My dick is furious with all of this foreplay, making the crotch of my jeans feel compressed and damn near painful. I unzip myself and my cock forcefully juts out, ready to get to work.
“How?” I grit the last question through my teeth.
“Hard.”
Thank fuck.
I return my mouth back in between Elizabeth’s legs and ravage her pussy until her body tightens hard like a drum. It doesn’t take long for her to unleash.
“I’m coming!” she exclaims almost painfully.
Her orgasm rocks her hard as her entire body contorts to its release. Her back arches into a perfect bow and her eyes roll to the back of her head. She’s never looked more beautiful, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more desperate for this woman in my life.
I stand up with her hips and ass in my hand and quickly enter inside of her soaking wet, clenched walls.
My refuge.
My home.
My favorite place on earth.
It’s been so long that we’ve been with each other like this, without caution, and with a pure abandonment that I can almost hear her pussy asking me where I’ve been and what took me so long to return.
Elizabeth finally relinquishes her anger to the moment and clasps her full breasts as I bang the hell out of her pussy.
“Did you miss me?” I ask through punishing strokes.
“Roman—”
“Yes, baby?”
“I think I’m coming again.”
“Not yet, Duchess.”
“Fuuuuck!”
“That mouth is getting out of control.” I grin sinisterly. “I can’t have you raising our son with a mouth like a sailor. I’m going to have to fix that shit right now.”
I pull myself completely out of her, and the look on her face is priceless. She looks like a kid whose best friend just stole their toy and skipped down the street. Her cheeks are the perfect rosy hue as she continues to pant from need as I back away from her and sit in the recliner in the room’s corner. I make sure not to take my eyes off of her as I remove each stitch of my clothing and sit buck naked on the chair, with my legs spread wide, and my hands clasped behind my back.
She hungrily eyes my angry cock, licking her lips, as she hops down from the desk. She lowers herself down on her knees in front of me, sliding her hands up my thighs, to my waist and then my chest as I silently watch. She takes a moment to slowly trace the new ink I had done when Knox was born. A black hawk in flight with his name spelled in a serif font along one of its wings.
Elizabeth kisses that tattoo and continues her exploration of me, finally circling her arms around my neck and pulling me down low toward her face. She kisses me with the kind of dominance and want she hasn’t shown in a very long time. I run my tongue leisurely inside of her mouth, reveling in the softness of her lips and the taste of her tongue.
She breaks off the kiss by slapping the side of my face, shoving me back hard in the chair, and giving me a glare that’s a cross between annoyance and lust.
Whoa, that shit was hot.
I didn’t see that coming.
14
ROMAN
“I’m a grown woman and I’ll speak to you in whatever way I want to.”
The slap to my face sends a zing straight to the head of my dick and I ejaculate a small amount of pre-cum. While it’s obvious that parts of me are enjoying this new Elizabeth, I will not let her get into the habit of trying to top me from the bottom.
That’s not how this shit works.
Yet before I can even think of an appropriate reprimand, she slides her arms back down to my dick, fisting and pumping it several times. She slides her mouth down and around my shaft as her beautiful eyes stay connected to my surprised ones.
I am now deaf, dumb, and blind.
At this point, I can’t formulate a complete sentence and if she keeps this up I’m going to come before she even has time to get started.
My chest rumbles with pleasure as my woman continues to work the base of my shaft with her hand and the top of my dick with her mouth. When she releases one of her hands and starts using it to pleasure herself between her legs, I know for certain that my next orgasm is going to be epic.
A delicious feeling of need and desire coils inside of me and to stave it off I fist a large clump of Elizabeth’s curls to get her to slow her pace before I bust. She refuses to relinquish control though and continues sucking me so hard that before I can stop myself; I come with a powerful moan of release.
“Yessss, baby!”
She sits back on her heels, evidently proud of herself, and wipes the corner of her mouth with her finger, making sure to swallow every drop of me.
“Now finish what you started,” she teases with a smile.
Elizabeth is a man’s perfect wet dream. Her skin is flushed and her eyes are twinkling with the desire of a wanton seductress as she continues to rhythmically play between her legs.
That’s when I see a glimmer of hope.
When we eliminate all the distractions and it’s just the two of us left? I finally see that the woman I love with every breath in my body is still here. I pray that she can still see me too.
“Who’s in charge here?” I ask with faux indignation.
“You are.”
“Doesn’t seem like it.”
“I’m just asking you to be a responsible human being and finish what you started.” She continues deep massaging her clit.
“How do you want me to finish?” I ask, unable to take my eyes off of the intoxicating way she is pleasuring herself.
“Hm, let me think.”
I smirk at her playfulness with me.
“You on the desk,” she describes.
“Uh, huh.”
I fist myself.
“Me on top.”
“I like the sound of this.”
“Riding you.”
Her hand moves a little faster between her legs.
“Yes, and?”
“Until I say stop.”
“Done.”
I stand swiftly and swoop Elizabeth up, cradling her ass and hips as I carry her over to the desk. Once we become comfortably adjusted on the hardwood, I slam her hips down on my length and we both hiss from the instantaneous connection of me being inside of her again.
She bends forward and wraps her arms around my neck as she works herself up and down my dick. I’m thick and stiff and it’s been a while for us, so I allow her to control the tempo as her body becomes reacquainted to my size.