Chapter Four

Roland

“I THINK IT CAN work anyway we want it to.” I lowered the mistletoe down along her arm. My lips closed over her now rosy skin, my eyes watching her closely.

I made a wish before every kiss and nip I took. Some silently in my head. Some out loud. I shared my hopes for the future with her as I moved the springs of mistletoe down her body.

Some sweet. Some dirty. Some outright filthy.

Veronica loved how vocal I could be when we played, and I loved watching how responsive she was to everything I did to her.

Her skin was hot to the touch, and she was panting by the time I reached her navel after having spent a good amount of time suckling her breasts, leaving sweet little marks all over her tender body. I put the mistletoe over nirvana on earth and grazed my nose over her shaved mound. My girl loved to be bare, having shared it made her more sensitive to every touch, and I had to be honest, I enjoyed it. Though I would enjoy her any way she wanted to be.

“You smell so damn good,” I growled, licking the soft skin. “Bend your legs and open,” I gruffed, and she did. “So soft and pink. Glistening for me.”

“Baby,” she whimpered. Her thighs trembled, and I could feel how tightly wound up she was. It radiated in the air. Made it electric and warm. The need for more was completely obvious.

Achy for my touch.

Hungry to get off.

“All mine,” I said out loud, hardly recognizing my own voice.

I wasn’t sure if I was telling her or myself as the fingers of my free hand parted her lower lips, her sweet little clit popping out as if looking for my mouth.

“All mine,” I repeated in a growl. The mistletoe hung over her pussy. An intense wave of desire pounded through me. This woman, this beautiful, stunning being, was all mine. “Always,” I grunted. “Only mine.” I was past making any kind of fucking sense.

I took a long, wet swipe with my tongue, and the sweet sound of her cry echoed in my ears. I didn’t stop. I was done being gentle and sweet. Teasing was fucking marvelous, but we were both wound up too tight to keep up the jig. I ate her out like I was a man on death row and she was my last meal.

I caressed her sensitive folds, making sure I tasted every centimeter possible. Licking and nipping. Sucking on her clit right after I slid two thick fingers into her sweet heat, and she bucked against me.

“That’s it, baby. Give it to me. Give it to me, Veronica,” I goaded.

My cock strained toward her. I could feel it leaking pre-cum behind my jeans, but I could wait. There was a driving need that had possessed me.

I needed to watch her fly.

I needed to taste her sweet release as I listened to her scream my fucking name so loud the neighbors worried. I felt like a goddamn caveman, a complete regressed Neanderthal, but I couldn’t help it.

“Rolly.” Her voice cracked, and I upped the speed.

My sweet girl’s thighs trembled, and I pressed down, increasing the pressure of the pad of my thumb on her clit. She opened her mouth in a silent scream as her body shook and her tight cunt spasmed around my fingers. A warm rush of wetness hit and kept going. I didn’t let up.

“Again, beautiful,” I pressured.

“I can’t,” she whined, still shaking, her eyes glassy and unfocused.

“You can,” I encouraged and went back to feasting. Enjoying my beautiful girl until she was right on the edge. Dropping the sprigs of mistletoe, I used my other hand to pull her closer to my mouth, my hand cupping her ass, my thumb skimming the one area I hadn’t breached but knew it was only a matter of time.

“Babe,” she squeaked, and I smiled wickedly as I latched on to her clit.

I let the pad of my thumb put pressure on her dark star, not completely pushing through. I felt her before I heard her this time. Wetness flooded, and her body shook as what looked like a tidal wave of pleasure washed over her body.

“Yes! Rolly!” she screamed. “Oh god, no, don’t stop!” she squeaked.

I got the honor of watching the wave wash over her again, and again, until I milked all the ecstasy I could from her, wringing her orgasm as much as possible, and any self-control I had snapped.

I flipped her around and got her on her knees. Pushing my jeans down to my ankles, I breathed in, my nose flaring with need as her feminine scent filled my lungs.

“Fuck, you smell good,” I growled deeply.

I fisted my cock above her pretty wet pussy. I let it slide up and down her folds before sinking into her tight cunt. She cried out, begging for more despite having just come twice back to back, and I gave it to her.

Thrusting in and out, clenching her apple-shaped ass in my hands, I smacked her creamy flesh. Once. Twice. The sound of my hand smacking her ass was like music to my ears. Each time, she cried out in pleasure. She bucked back, fucking herself on my rod.

“Jesus, baby. You look so good taking me,” I grunted. “Use me like a toy, baby. Fuck yeah, like that.” My thick shaft went in and out of her pussy as it held on, tight as a glove around me.

“More,” she whined, fucking me harder. Beads of sweat formed at my neck, covering my body in a light sheen. I had to regain control. Veronica lived to top from the bottom.

“Drop your shoulders, face on the bed, ass up, baby,” I growled as I placed an open palm on the center of her narrow back, pushing down.

My thumb stroked the black lines of the small tribal arrow on her delicate spine. I dropped my head and kissed her ink before pulling away slightly, helping her raise her sweet ass up. I thrust back in and groaned.

“So fucking tight. Tight and mine. All mine.”

“Always,” she whimpered, and I picked up speed.

Fucking her harder and rougher.

I listened to her every cry of pleasure, and before I knew it, I felt the familiar sensation at the base my spine. My balls tightened past the point of release and no matter how hard I tried, I knew I was right there. Too close to the edge. And fuck me, I didn’t want to pull out. I needed to come in her pussy.

“Don’t, don’t pull out,” she moaned, reading my thoughts. “Give it to me, Roland. Fill me up,” she cried, and fuck me, I did just like my woman wanted.

With a deep growly roar, I kept on going, and just as I was about to come, I felt her. She tightened around me as she furiously met each and every one of my thrusts. We both fell over the edge, and I squeezed her ass cheek as we flew higher and higher. Ribbons of my release shot out, and she clenched and milked every drop out of me.

Coming down, I kissed her shoulder and got off her. I leaned down and kissed each ass cheek and watched as I slipped out of her. Then something came over me. With my thumb as gently as I could, I rubbed some into her skin. Marking her as mine.

Carefully, I rolled her over, and she sprawled out her limp body in front of me. As I caught my breath, I took my time rubbing up and down her skin. With a firm and possessive touch, I made sure to assure her I would always take care of her. She would be my first priority.

I whispered sweet but honest words into her skin. Hoping somehow, they would stamp their way into her soul. I told her how fucking beautiful she was. How much I freaking loved her. I was a complete and utter sap as I untied the ribbons from her ankles and wrists kissing the small patch of skin it uncovered. I couldn’t help it. It was like a lid had been popped open, and I couldn’t stop telling her what she meant to me. All the pent-up words were spewing out, and judging by the soft, sweet look on her face, she didn’t seem to mind.