"There will be no more talk of Sandra. She's gone from my life, she means nothing to me." Her ran long fingers through her hair at the nape of her head, grabbed the strands gently, and coaxed her head further to the side, showing his dominance.
Alison loved everything he did until he mentioned her name. She moved to jerk away from him, but he held her tight, her breasts pushed hard into the door.
"I know you’re mad, but I don't know how else to explain it except that there is no other in my mind. Except you, Alison. Only you," he whispered, then turned her, pulling her up on her toes to take her in a mind-consuming kiss. Alison stood no chance against the assault. Her knees weakened as his tongue plundered her mouth. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
Hot, wet, eager kisses. Two lovers desperate to taste each other.
Alison pulled her mouth away from his to draw in air. "Rome." Her voice was soft and husky, pure aroused woman.
The sound seemed to snap something inside him because a second later they were inside the cabin with her back pressed back up against the door.
"Touch me," he said. His eyes were tortured and bright as they looked down her. Alison licked her lips slowly feeling like she was drugged.
Moving sluggishly, she went first for his pants. The baggy khakis did nothing to hide the powerful thighs and tented cock that lie beneath. She nimbly pushed the button through the whole and pushed down the zipper. The sound like a loud hiss. She gave a shove and watched those pants slide down to reveal his long, thick cock, the tip red with arousal.
She licked her lips and before she realized what she was doing, was dropping to her knees in front of him and licking the swollen head.
"Alison!" he groaned, his hands coming to her hair. Would he push her away or take, she wondered as she opened her mouth and took the head of him into her wet mouth.
She moaned over the male taste of him. He was hot like a fever and hard like metal. She twirled her tongue around the tip before pressing forward. She didn't make it far down. He was too big, her mouth too small.
She pulled her mouth away and caught the heavy, bobbing flesh in a fist. She looked at the hard length of him, and then studied the full sac below. It was flushed and drawn up to his body. She had a strange urge to cup them in her hand, feel them.
She looked up instead. Rome was breathing hard, a trickle of sweat dripping down his temple. He eyes were open but colored hot with arousal and need. She decided right then that she definitely loved that look. She flicked out her tongue and traced up the hot path of his cock from balls to tip, watching his expression.
When his eyes hooded, going soft and looking lost, she did the motion again. And again. She licked him everywhere, wetting his cock until it shined from her mouth in the evening light. His hand tightened in her hair like he didn't know whether to push her away her hold her still.
She had a feeling he wasn’t going to let her keep playing for long, so she wrapped her lips around him and bobbed down his wet shaft. She repeated the pumping motion three more times, as a deep answering throb from deep within her sex released a gush of heat like a mini-orgasm. She moaned over his cock as she felt her cream rush into her panties.
She knew he could smell her arousal. He knew how much she loved this, how wet it was making, because a moment later he shouted, "Jesus Christ!"
He pulled out of her mouth and lifted her, his hands tearing at her slacks until they slid roughly down her smooth legs. A second later, he had her legs around his thighs, his cock nudging her slick entrance, and her ass in his hands. He kissed her hard at the same moment he found her slit and thrust inside. She cried out into his mouth, his tongue muting the sound.
Each thrust sent her back digging into the wall. But she didn’t notice. She had the distinct feeling that he was trying to mark her permanently. What for, she didn’t know.
She ate at his lips, her nails raking his back through the T-shirt he wore. Heat spiraled inside her with amazing centrifugal force. Pleasure tightened inside her coiling with each hot, thick slide. He tore his mouth away, breathing heavy and buried his face in her neck as he pumped his hips faster, harder. His thrusts were brutal, possessive. He licked the spot where he'd marked her outside then sucked hard on the skin.
Some small part of her recognized the dominant marking he was leaving on her. She should protest it, but instead she rocked her hips back against his. When he sucked her neck again, over his mark, she flew apart like exploding glass. Her muscles tightened and worked the hard cock inside her.
He groaned pushing faster through the clenching muscles then pushed in one last time, as a flood of hot thick semen filled her deep.
Alison didn't even have time to catch her breath before she was pushed to her hands in knees. She looked behind her, still fighting to catch her breath when Rome knelt behind her. His eyes were dark and heavy with arousal, his hungry face intent.
"I'm not through with you, baby," he growled.
Alison couldn't believe the pulsing heat that curled inside her. Could she possibly be getting turned on so quickly?
He grabbed her hips, and the only preparation she had was a round thickness nudging her channel, stretching her wide, before he slammed in. Oh God, she was so ready to go again.
He groaned and took her in pounding thrusts that quickened and quickened. His hands were everywhere, on her back, cupping her hard-tipped breasts, petting between her legs. But where he left her, and where she came apart, was with his hand at the nape of her neck pushing her face down to the floor and his hand stuffed between her legs rubbing delicious patterns over her needy clit.
He controlled her. He owned her. She knew it and he knew it.
And she didn't care at all.
Didn't care that that she felt entirely too much for the scoundrel or that Conlin wanted her dead. All she could think about, all she cared about was the thickness rocking so fast inside her and the strong hands on her body.
He rubbed one last circle over her clit and she came in a gush of liquid heat. She heard him groan and curse above her. His hands tightened momentarily on her neck and then she felt the blast of wet heat inside her as he pulsed hard and hot, coming inside her.
He pulled out and fell down next to her, bringing her to drape over him like a fine silk blanket. His fingers teased the skin of her arm.
"I don't want to hear anymore talk about Sandra or any ex's of any kind. Unless you want to tell me about how you escaped from Conlin. Don’t think I didn’t know you purposely evaded that before."
Alison nuzzled her cheek against his hard and kissed the muscle there before answering. "I'm fine with that, but I still have questions."
His fingers paused on her arm. "What questions?"
She was afraid to ask. Her lifelong curse of asking questions and getting bad answers echoing in her mind. Yet the not knowing, the unanswered was too powerful.
"Am I going to end up like..." she started to say her, but stopped. She didn't want to start this line of questioning off with breaking the one rule they had.
She didn't have to finish the question. He sighed heavily and his fingers resumed their touch. "No, I don't think so baby." His voice was husky, thick from two hard orgasms. Her heart did a little leap at his words.
"What do you mean?" She made her voice sound only mildly curious, not eager.
"You're not like anyone I've ever know before, Ali. You make me feel, hell, make me think about things...different things. A part of me really hates it and another part...well that part wants to tie you to my bedpost and never let you go."
Alison swallowed hard. Well that was something. Such a strong wave of emotion from someone so gorgeous, so strong, so smart.