Chapter 40: I want your dick, Ro

Ivy’s pov

My knees felt like they were made of water. His words, his worship—it was all too much.

With a shaky breath, I did as he asked. I shifted my weight, parting my legs just enough, my face burning with a blush so hot I thought it might set my hair on fire.

Roman’s eyes, those beautiful hazel orbs, darkened with hunger. He leaned in, his fingers hooking into the sides of my lace panties.

I don’t know why I expected him to rip them apart.

It was probably all Malachi’s fault; the brute had me conditioned!

Roman, however, dragged them slowly, reverently, over my hips and down my thighs.

The fabric was cool and drenched with my juices, caressing against my heated skin as he dragged it down.

As they pooled at my ankles, I stepped out of them, and he brought the damp lace to his face, inhaling deeply. A low, guttural sound of approval rumbled in his chest as he tossed them aside, a discarded offering.

His hands gripped my thighs, gently coaxing them wider. His sun-kissed curls brushed against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

It was so torturous yet pleasurable at the same time. I closed my eyes tightly, bracing myself for when his mouth would brush against my pussy, but his lips didn’t land where I desperately needed them.

Instead, he placed an open-mouthed kiss just beside my dripping slit, his tongue flicking out to taste the skin there.

He licked a slow, agonizing path up one thigh, then down the other, his hair tickling me, his breath hot, so close, yet so far from my throbbing cunt.

"Ro, please," I whimpered, my hands flying to his hair, my fingers tangling in his soft curls. I was weak and trembling, my entire body thrumming with a need so sharp it was painful.

He beamed up at me. "Patience, my beautiful. I want to savor my meal."

"I think I’d prefer being devoured right now than savored," I whined.

I needed this now. I couldn’t cum last night, thanks to his brother and Angel.

Yeahhhh, Angel Michael must’ve gotten my prayer. Or maybe it was Gabriel. Whoever runs orgasm customer service up there — bless them. Promotion incomi—

His tongue latched onto my greedy cunt, and I almost had a fucking seizure.

A direct, shocking jolt of pleasure seized my entire body. I jolted, a cry tearing from my throat as my legs gave out completely. I would have crashed to the floor, but Roman moved swiftly.

He caught me, effortlessly tossing one of my legs over his shoulder, his strong arm banding around my hips to hold me up. His face was buried against my sopping wet cunt, and he ate me like I was his last meal on earth.

It was nothing as I had ever felt before.

He devoured me. A messy, shameless, glorious devouring. His tongue was everywhere, lapping at my folds, circling my clit with a pressure that had stars exploding behind my eyelids.

He was coating his face in my juices, making wet, slurping sounds that should have been embarrassing but only made me hotter. He groaned against me, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my body.

"Vivi," he growled, his voice muffled by my flesh.

"You taste like heaven, like ambrosia, all wet for me." He drank from me greedily, his tongue lapping hotly between my pussy lips, before returning to my clit to suck it hard.

The pressure built, a tidal wave of ecstasy rising from my toes. My hips bucked against his face, riding his mouth shamelessly.

"Oh, God," I gasped, my head falling back against the dresser. "Oh, God, Roman,"

He pulled back just enough to speak, his chin glistening with my juices.

"There’s only one god in this room, Vivi," he rasped, his eyes burning into mine.

"And he’s on his knees for you."

With that, he sealed his mouth back over my clit and sucked.

A tiny scream ripped from my throat as my orgasm crashed over me, violent and all-consuming.

My body convulsed, my cunt clamping down on nothing as wave after wave of pleasure wracked my frame. I moaned and keened his name like a shameless slut, cumming all over his face.

But Roman didn’t stop. He kept eating, his tongue relentless, urging me on, whispering praises against my swollen flesh.

"That’s it, my good girl. Give me another. You’re so beautiful when you cum."

The sight of his naked, muscular, and utterly beautiful body between my legs, his face buried between my legs, sent me hurtling towards another peak.

I squeaked when he scooped me up, one arm under my knees and the other around my back, lifting me bridal style as if I weighed nothing and carrying me to his bed.

"I need to get my tongue deeper inside your pretty cunt," he murmured against my ear, laying me down on the soft sheets.

"That position won’t make it easier."

My blush returned with a vengeance, burning up my cheeks as it spread all the way to my tits.

"God, you’re breathtaking," He moaned, dropping a kiss to them before sliding off the rest of my uniform and tossing my bra to the floor like it was in the way.

I sank deep into the mattress, the cool sheets a stark contrast to my burning skin. My legs fell open without being told, a soft whimper escaping me as he grabbed my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the bed until my ass was hanging off.

He settled between my legs, and then his tongue was back, sinking into my pussy hole.

I screamed, my back arching off the bed. It was a different kind of pleasure, deeper, more invasive, more possessive.

He tongue-fucked me like a hungry madman, his nose rubbing against my clit with every slow thrust.

I was cumming again, hard and fast, my body a puppet and he was the master, pulling the strings and playing my body like a fiddle.

"Oh god, Ro, I need... I need a breather,"

"A little more," He rasped against my cunt. " Just one more for me. One more orgasm, my sweet Vivi," He praised me, buttering me up with his honeyed words until my body relaxed, and I shattered again, this time so hard my vision went spotty, and I went limp, floating in a haze of bliss.

The bed dipped as he knelt on either side of me, climbing up between my thighs until he was looming above me.

Sweat and my juices coated his skin, my scent all over him as he leaned down and captured my lips in a hungry, possessive kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, musky and sweet, and it was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, wanting more, wanting all of him. His cock nestled against my pussy, a thick, hard promise, and my cunt greedily wept for it.

I rolled my hips, grinding upward against his hard belly, moaning as his skin rubbed against my hot, steaming cunt.

Roman pulled back from the kiss, groaning against my lips. "You’re so exquisite, Vivi," he breathed, his voice strained as he climbed off me.

My teeth dug hard into my bottom lip to keep another needy sound from flying out as I watched him walk around the bed to the dresser.

His turgid shaft jutting up against his belly as he dragged a drawer open and fished out a condom.

Holding my gaze, he brought the glistening satchet to his teeth, his hazel eyes amber and drunk, and ripped it open.

My breath snagged. "Oh," I panted, wetting my lip hungrily as he rolled the condom on, spreading my legs wider, aching for him.

He groaned, dropping back with his knees on either side of me, rubbing his thick shaft against my pussy lips, coating himself in my juices.

"Soft Vivi, you feel so good. Tell me what you want, sweetheart. Tell me, anything."

"Fuck me," I begged, panting harshly, bucking my hips wilder. "I want your cock, Ro. I want you-"

My words died as he kissed me again, cradling my face in his palm, his touch so tender it made my heart ache.

And without warning, his hips rolled, and the blunt tip of his cock pushed against my pussy hole, sinking down and deep.