The Promise (Darkest Lies Trilogy Book 2), Bethany-Kris [top 50 books to read .txt] 📗

hard in his pants, a selfish urge to get those moans of hers vibrating around his dick while fucked her mouth, but he shoved it down. Roman wanted to make her come first, and he wanted a taste of her while she did. Lifting her dress up, he got down on his knees in front of her while his fingers spread wide and flexed over her thighs.

“Roman ...” she hissed when her muscles twitched under his touch, his name coming out sultry on her lips. Like she knew exactly what he was going to do next. He gave her a hint by pulling her panties down.

“I just want a little taste, babe.”

“Only a little?”

Well ...

He pushed her back on the bed, making her body bounce on the springy mattress. Karine’s wriggling legs came to a still when Roman grabbed her knees and yanked her forward in the position he wanted her, spreading her thighs wide apart.

“We’ll see what I can do,” he returned.

Her pussy was right there for the taking—pink and already damp, ready for him. Her swollen clit peeked out from under the hood.

Roman kept his eyes on her, holding her stare as he covered her clit with his mouth. Karine raised higher on her elbows, watching him with fast pants of breath passing between her parted lips. The harder he flicked against the throbbing bud, the quicker her breaths came, melting in moans and rolling hips.

Karine dropped back to the mattress, her back arching high as her eyes slammed shut. He was relentless, but fuck, he had to be. Roman wanted that taste of her, hot and heady. Needed it. He wouldn’t stop until she came for him.

When his cock jerked painfully in his pants, angrier because the pressure between his weight and the mattress did nothing to offer relief for him, he rammed two fingers into her without warning. He found that fleshy, wet wall of her pussy that had Karine whining in a way he hadn’t heard before.

But damn, he wanted to hear it again.

His mouth remained on her clit, licking slower in contrast to how hard he fucked her with his fingers. She was begging him to let her come in less than a minute like that, her high pitch keen unmistakable with every airless, “Oh, my God ... please.”

He felt her shudder when she finally found the edge of whatever cliff she’d been balancing on. His fingers slowed only enough to massage her now swollen G-spot while she gushed enough fluid to wet his hand and the sheets. All the while, he sucked her clit in between his teeth while she rode that wave, watching her orgasm take over.

His cock protested hard in his pants. She wouldn’t even care—he knew it. Lost in the intensity, he could have her bent over and be fucking her hard enough to take her breath away until he came himself, but not yet.

Roman beat down that urge, too.

Barely.

Her wetness stained his lips by the time she was done. Karine was flat on her back on the bed, her breasts heaving steadily as she tried catching her breath, a single hand reaching down between her thighs to press tightly against her clit. Sensitive, he knew. Roman had a feeling she’d never come like that before.

He gave her pussy one last lick before he straightened up, his hands finding her trembling thighs to squeeze again.

“I’ve missed that, too. But that was ...”

“A lot,” he replied with a husky chuckle.

“A lot,” Karine agreed.

Her laugh floated through the room, and what he heard made him smile all over again. There was confidence in the sound now, he noticed. There were so many positive changes in her to celebrate, and he was more than ready to do just that.

“But if you missed that, then you’re going to love this,” he said roughly.

Before she could react, he’d crawled over her, covering her completely with his body.

Karine watched him with a sly grin when he straightened her arms up, curling her fingers around the ornate wooden bars at the head of the bed. Stretched out underneath him, spread open for him, she was perfect.

He sat up on his knees, tugged her dress down her waist and then the rest of the way, shoving it to the floor before he started pulling off his belt and undoing his shirt.

Karine didn’t take her eyes off him, watching him like she was in some kind of daze.

Naked and waiting, her eyes roamed over the tattoos on his chest, then lower to his abs, and his stomach. Finally, her stare landed on his rock-hard cock between his muscular thighs when his pants came down, too, once he’d stood up from the bed.

“I’m definitely going to love this,” she murmured.

Roman leaned over the bed between her thighs, keeping one hand to the mattress and using his other to give her pussy a wet swipe with the pad of his thumb. “Will you let me use you—will you come if I use you, Karine?”

She shivered.

Her sigh echoed.

He needed to hear her say it, so he waited even as his hands came to rest on her bent knees and he fitted himself between her widened thighs. She regarded him under lowered lashes, wetting the seam of her lips with a pink tongue. And then she whispered, “Of course. Please use me.”

He sunk into her, his thumb guiding the head of his cock between the swollen, wet lips of her pussy. It’s where he found heaven—the best kind of oblivion as he fucked them both to bliss.

What could be better?

• • •

“Are you happy here, Karine? And I don’t just mean tonight with the dinner, or my mother’s little party.”

They were still in bed, side by side. He’d made his way to his back while she had rolled over to her stomach, using her arms as a pillow while she’d angled her face his way to watch him. There wasn’t a single woman from his past that had managed to keep him