The House Mate (Roommates, #3)

“Not yet.” I shook my head. If she hadn’t been with a man in a while, there was one thing I knew I had to do before we made love, and I was bursting at the seams to do it.

Slowly, I kissed my way down her body, stopping to massage her tits and suck on the cherry tips of her nipples. She gasped as I released each with a pop and then she whimpered, begging me for more, but there was no chance of that-not this time. Instead, I moved lower, kissing the neat triangle of brown hair above her pussy.

Then, when I was face-to-face with her pretty pink sex, I licked my way along her folds until I found the bundle of nerves at the top.

She yelped, gazing down at me with raised eyebrows, and I grinned back up at her.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.

She shook her head and dropped back onto the bed, her hands gripping the comforter on either side of her hips.

“Relax.” I kissed her again, lapping my tongue over her core before finding her nerve center again and coaxing it with my tongue. With my every little move, she quivered, her knees buckling. My cock ached so hard that I was shocked my eyes hadn’t begun to cross, but I couldn’t take her-not yet. Not until she’d come at least once.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

With one finger, I pushed inside her and felt the sweet wet warmth I knew was waiting for me there. She was beyond tight, and as I moved my finger in and out, she bucked against me, pushing me deeper, riding me harder. All the while, I kept kissing her, rolling my tongue over her clit, loving every little shake and gasp and moan.

“Oh, Max,” she rasped. “Max, I . . .”

But I didn’t know what she was, because she let out a low moan that grew louder and louder the harder and faster I fucked her with my finger. Her walls jerked and quaked around me, and I pushed another finger inside as she yelped with pleasure.

“Oh my God, I’m, I’m . . .” She gasped.

“Say it, baby. Tell me what you’re feeling,” I muttered, my face still buried between her legs.

“I’m coming so hard,” she said on a whimper. “Don’t stop fucking me, don’t stop. I need your cock. I want you to feel me come.”

Fuck.

Dirty talk slayed me. Who knew Addison had it in her? God, did I want to put something else in her . . .

My cock ached with its own pulse as she rode out the aftershocks against my mouth. I glanced up at her, sorely tempted to climb up and bury myself deep. But I knew that if I fucked her now, there was no chance it would last for as long as I wanted it to. I wanted to know every little whimper and sigh she was capable of.

So I brought her back down slowly, playing with her, lapping at her and teasing her until I felt every last fizzle of her orgasm. When she finally quieted, I moved to her breasts, raking my nails over the tender underside of her curves, and sucked long and deep on her sensitive nipples.

“You have perfect tits,” I murmured, and she ran her fingers through my hair.

“When are you going to stop teasing me?” she asked, tugging on my short locks.

“When it suits me.” I shrugged.

She sat up, dragging my lips away from her, then pressed her core to my throbbing shaft. Moving her body up and down, she whispered, “Please, Max, I want you to fuck me.”

My brain went offline for a second, the wet heat of her deep-frying my thoughts. My dick was like a wild beast now, raging, throbbing, and so heavy with need that it hurt. There would be other times for me to learn every inch of her. I needed to fuck this woman more than I needed my next breath.

Cupping her chin, I moved her lips to mine and kissed her slowly, gently, as I let her back down onto the bed. When her back was against the mattress, I gripped myself and teased her opening, rubbing my thick head around her clit until she writhed beneath me.

“Please,” she gasped as she broke away from my kiss, and I held her face again, gazing deep into her eyes. This was the moment.

After what had felt like forever, Addison was going to be mine, all mine.

Settling back on my haunches, I pulled a condom from the nightstand and rolled it over my aching dick, then teased her again, taking a deep breath before finally, slowly, pushing just the tip inside.

I took her an inch at a time, watching as her eyes widened and her mouth opened into a perfect little o.

“Fuuck, you’re so tight,” I groaned, and she squeezed tighter against me, making me feel like I was going to lose my damn mind.

“You’re so . . .” She panted, then grabbed my face with one hand, pulling me down to kiss her again. “You’re so big,” she whispered against my lips. “You feel so good.”

I smiled against her mouth and pushed deeper still until I was buried to the hilt, and she let out a little whimper of satisfaction.

“Tell me if I hurt you,” I said, and she shook her head.

“You feel amazing.”

“So do you.” I kissed her again, then drew back, still slow.

It was driving me crazy, moving inside her like I was trapped in quicksand, but I needed her to find herself first-to find the time to match my thrusts with the move of her hips, to kiss me in time with the growing need surging inside both of us.

But I shouldn’t have worried about that.

With every little quake and move, she rolled her hips along with me, following my pace easily and seamlessly. Her tongue swept out to meet mine, and as she kissed me deeper, I knew she wanted more, wanted all of me.

Holding her in my arms, I moved faster, pistoning in and out of her as she tightened even more around me. I didn’t think it was possible, but I felt even harder than I had before, and I buried my face in her neck. I sensed her climbing toward the edge again, her body tensing, readying for another climax.

Her nails scraped against my back and I sucked the silky skin of her neck, needing to claim her as my own.

Our breath caught and we moved in a frenzy, gripping any part of each other we could reach. I massaged her breasts, pulling back to fuck her deeper, and she grabbed for my bicep, my arm, anything in her reach.

“I’ve never . . .” She gasped, shaking her head. “I’ve never had it this good. That cock is perfect. You’re amazing. You feel-“