Lips parted she gazes up at me as I tower over her on my knees. Darting her tongue out she licks the pearly bead of precum and moans, sucking me deeper in her mouth. Those thick lips stretch around me, her deep green eyes going big and round. Tongue flat against the underside of my length Jules takes me to the back of her throat.
I cup my hand under her chin and caress her cheek. “That’s it, baby doll.” I thrust in and out of her wet, hot mouth until I’m on the brink of coming.
Popping free of her lips, I lay her back down and settle between her thighs, spreading her legs wide. I’m going to remind her that she always should have been mine.
Chapter 5
Julie
Holy shit this is really happening. I’m on my back underneath a sexy as sin tattooed god of a biker as he guides his thick cock inside me. Roane’s gaze is on me the whole time, gauging my reaction as he sinks deeper in. I feel my body burning and stretching to accept his size. His dick is fucking huge. Biggest I’ve ever been with. He’s got an impressive cock. I only touched it once when we dated. I was terrified of it then and even more so now, but I want this. I want him.
Hot and greedy his mouth devours mine. One hand on my throat and the other gripping my hip as he stuffs me with his girth and length.
The man has me pinned down and unable to move. Releasing my mouth, he draws back and slams back in, repeating the motion hard and fast. My tits bounce with the movement as he hammers into me with punishing force. Our bodies slap together, nothing but our heavy breaths passing between us. Roane grabs my leg, throwing it over his shoulder coming at me from an angle and holy fuck, I never knew a man could fuck me so deep. I feel like I’m losing my damn mind. My body quakes and trembles. Each new sensation better than the last.
Roane grins down at me knowing I’m close. He draws out slowly and beats his throbbing cock against my clit as it pulses with need. I reach down between us and grasp his shaft, rubbing the head over my sensitive nerves in a circle. Dipping his head down, his teeth skim over my taut nipple. Electricity shoots through me and stars dance behind my eyes, my orgasm takes over and I let out a whimper.
Roane flips me over on my stomach. I go into position. Head down, back arched, ass up. My sexy biker slams into me from behind, hand firm on my shoulder, driving into me relentlessly. The headboard knocks against the wall, sounding as though it’s knocking on Heaven’s door. Grunting hard and deep, he twitches, and his warmth fills me. His thrusts slow but he’s not finished. Roane stays stuffed inside me, kissing my shoulder blades, growing hard all over again.
Roane fucks me slower this time, rocking into me tenderly. Fingertips feather light on my back. His lips press to my skin achingly soft. Then I realize what he’s doing. Mapping my bruises and kissing them. Tears burn in the creases of my eyes, and I bite the pillow to stop from crying out at the sweetness of the gesture. Looming over me, he continues rocking into me, but when his lips meet my ear, we both freeze. “Gonna ask you once and you’re going to tell me the truth. Who the fuck put their hands on your beautiful body out of hate?”
“It’s nothing. You should see him.” I try to laugh it off, but Roane isn’t having it.
“I’ll never hurt you, but if you don’t give me the fuckin’ truth…” he gets a firm hold on one of the globes of my ass and squeezes. “I’ll spank it out of you.”
“Please, Roane. I—” my voice cracks.
“Tell me now, Jules,” he growls, and the dark tone is predatory.
“It’s none of your business.”
“Not my business.” He draws out and slides back in. “You feel that. That’s my come leaking out you. That’s my dick buried deep in you. It became my business the moment you gave up your pretty pussy to me.”
“Roane.”
“I want a name.” He pumps harder and faster. “I’ll fuck it out of you.” His hand leaves my ass and comes back in a playful smack, but I don’t think he’s in the mood to play.
“I’ll tell you if you promise you won’t tell Pam and you don’t go being a hero.”
“Fuck no. I’m telling you now, Jules. I want a name.” His palm meets my ass again with more force this time that stings.
“Let me on top.” I try changing the subject.
“You think you can fuck me into forgetting?”
“I can try.”
“All right, baby doll. Give it your best shot.” He spanks me again and we change positions.
I sink down on his cock in a reverse cowgirl. I can’t look him in the eyes right now and he’s already saw the bruises. Roane yanks on my hair, wrapping it around his fist. Bouncing on his thighs, I push away thoughts of Sam and replace those memories with the reality of Roane. Together we get lost for a while longer. With the promise of new beginnings and leaving the past year behind. I give myself to him and wonder if I can walk away from him a second time.
**
Blinking awake, I struggle to move. A warm, heavy body is pressed against me. A strong arm is curved around my waist, hand cupping my breast. An even stronger leg is draped over my thigh holding me captive. My head pounds from the liquor I ingested last night. Between my legs, my pussy aches. It went to battle with a big dick last night.
That massive monster belongs to Roane, the man who reminded me last night what it was like to be wanted and cherished. I struggle to slide out from under him, needing to find my clothes and a bathroom. The moment I move his hand it shoots right back to the same spot. “Hey,” I whisper and try again.
“Stop moving,” he grumbles. “Go back to sleep. It’s early.”