Page 77 of Forever Fighting
“Ugh.”
“Now back that to that scene. I believe he mentioned something about face fucking her cunt.”
“I believe he used a less crude term.”
“That’s literature. This is real life, and I’m going to make you fuck my face.” With his eyes still on mine, he grasps my hips and in a move I can’t even comprehend, he’s got me straddling his face as he lies down on the chaise part of the sofa. My hands plant into the wall behind the sofa and my chin drops to meet his eyes.
I get a taunting eyebrow while his tongue comes out and circles my clit before it slips lower, straight up into me, as deep as he can go.
“Oh!” I cry out, my head flinging back and my eyes closing. Shit. He smacks my ass. Once. Twice. The third time is the hardest, making me squeal, but then he’s clutching my hips and pulling me down on his face. His nose rubs my clit and he takes a deep inhale.
“Goddamn delicious.” Like a man possessed, he growls into me, dragging the rough stubble on his chin along the most sensitive parts of me. Swirls and deep, grinding fucks make my clit pulse and my pussy drip. He’s sinful. Depraved. And it makes me high. High on this. High onhim.
“Roman,” I moan, rocking against him.
“Did you buy those panties and think about him doing this? Him licking your cunt and making you come?” His voice is pure fucking gravel, coarse and stone and unrefined. Around and around, his tongue swirls, and I can’t think.
My eyes pinch shut, and when I don’t answer him, he smacks my ass so hard I yelp and I know there’s a handprint there.
“Answer me, Braelyn.”
Fuck. “Yes. I wanted him to do this to me.”
He flips me over until I’m on my back and his face is hovering over mine. Two fingers pound straight into me whilehe uses the heel of his hand to rub my clit. “But who’s doing it to you now?”
Oh god. “You are.”
His hand slides up to my neck in a possessive collar while he finger fucks me like no one ever has before. It’s almost brutal how deep and hard he’s going. The sound of it, how ridiculously wet he has me, only turns me on more.
“Damn fucking right. Only me, Braelyn. Never him again. No one fucking else but me.”
Jesus.
His hand squeezes my neck before he eases up, before he slides back down my body and puts his mouth on my pussy. French kissing me with flicks of his tongue that twist my body and bend my mind.
“Fuck!” I yell and pull at his hair, ripping and annoyed that I can’t get a tighter grip on it.
He blows cool air on my throbbing clit and uses his wet fingers to slap it. My opening. My ass. Blood thrums through my body, making my clit pulse before he puts his fingers back inside me, curling them, quirking them, and thrusting them in and out while rubbing that spot that has me seeing sparkles of light behind my eyes.
With one final flick of his tongue and pounding of his fingers, he has me tightening around him and spasms taking hold within my core, intensifying until I’m screaming and undulating against him, fucking his face and fingers with everything I have, and begging him to never stop.
My mind frazzles and those sparks of light I had behind my eyes turn into fireworks and parades and marching bands. My orgasm is so intense it splinters me from the inside out and causes my toes to cramp from how tightly they’ve curled.
I have no clue if anyone nearby can hear me. Actually, I’m positive they could, but I don’t care. I want him inside me this second. I need to feel him. To feel that fullness. And I must tellhim because he growls into me, his tongue giving me one final lick that has me whimpering and pushing against him.
I fall flat against the sofa, my eyes closed while I pant for my life.
He shifts and I hear him moving. I quirk an eye open and watch as he licks his fingers to clean off my cum. I don’t get a second to take that in before his wet fingers smack my breast, making it jiggle. But then he’s kissing me again, swallowing my heavy breaths and framing my face with his hands.
I taste myself on him. Salty and clean, but he’s there underneath it. Reaching down, I tug on his boxer briefs, using my feet to push them down the rest of the way. He kicks them off once they reach his ankles, his mouth never leaving mine.
One knee gets dropped onto his shoulder, the other butterflied out, suspended off the edge of the couch. Then he plunges straight into me all the way to the hilt and I’m calling out his name like it’s a prayer and a plea and a fuck you. Because holy shit, I feel him in my uterus. No matter how many times we end up doing this, I’m positive he’ll always feel this big on that first thrust. There is no getting used to that.
The walls of my pussy clench as I somehow grow more sensitive than I was before.
“Fuck.” His forehead falls to mine. “Fuck, baby, nothing feels better than being inside you. Your cunt is fucking incredible.”
He lowers himself onto me, stretching me with my knee on his shoulder, but his hands come under my shoulder blades and he holds me against him, keeping our foreheads locked. His cock pistons in and out of me with upward thrusts and heavy rocks that brush my clit. My breath scrambles from my lungs as he picks up his pace. The friction is otherworldly, but with my body like this and him holding me as tightly as he is, he controls my movements.
