Page 48 of Famous Last Words (New York Thunder #1)

CHAPTER 48

FRAN

R obbie gazes up at me like I’m his whole world, his everything, the look in his eyes contradicting after the downright dirty things he was saying to me a moment ago.

I shiver beneath the touch of his fingers as they skate over my skin. Cupping the back of my head, he coaxes me down enough so that he can claim my mouth with his. His tongue dances with mine; our kiss is unhurried, deliberate, and deliciously filthy.

When his other hand finds my center, knuckles grazing the sensitive skin, a moan slips out of me and into our kiss as his thumb brushes against my aching clit. I can feel him smirk against my lips. Stupid, sexy asshole.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he rasps, breaking away from my lips to pepper kisses down my neck and chest, continuing to tease me with his fingers as he takes one of my nipples between his lips, grazing it with his teeth.

“Mmm,” I hum, shifting my hips, seeking out his touch.

He chuckles against my breast. “Needy girl.”

I tear my fingers through his mussed hair, throwing my head back when he finally gives me what I want, circling my clit with his thumb a few times. But then he stops, and I swallow a frustrated sob.

“Tell me what you want, Keller,” Robbie says, a taunting smile in his tone as he licks my breasts, blowing hot air over my painfully hard nipples.

When I feel his finger tease my entrance, I practically mewl, arching my back.

“Nuh-uh.” He pulls his finger away. “Use your words, baby.”

“I need you. Inside me.” I pant. “I don’t fucking care what it is. Fingers. Dick. Just fuck me.”

He hisses a breath, and I know my words have affected him. “Where are your manners, Keller?”

I groan, forcing my hooded eyes to meet his obsidian gaze. “Please,” I bite through gritted teeth.

“That’s my girl.” Robbie smirks as he pushes two fingers inside me. It’s not nearly enough, but frankly, he could shove the TV remote inside me right now, and I’d still gladly fuck it.

“Holy shit,” Robbie says with a revered sigh, his gaze focused downwards on my pussy. “Look at you, coating my fucking fingers.”

I grind my hips, needing him deeper. His fingers curl inside of me, hitting my G spot, and I cry out when I feel a familiar pressure building. But it’s still not enough. “I need your cock.”

Robbie looks up at me then, a knowing smile ghosting his lips. “Say it again.”

“I need your cock,” I say louder. “I need you to fuck me, hard and deep. Fill me up.”

I feel my pussy drip when he pulls his fingers from me, and in any other situation I might be embarrassed by how wet I am, by how much of a mess I’m making, but not now. Never with Robbie. Because I know he loves it.

“Lift up,” he mutters, smacking my ass lightly.

I do as I’m told, lifting enough for him to grab the base of his fat cock, lining the head right where I need it. He sw irls the tip up and down my slit, slapping my clit a few times before entering me, and, because I have zero control, I sink down on him hard and fast, taking him all the way, crying out from the overwhelming fullness stretching me.

“Shit, Keller!” Robbie cries out, almost as if he’s in pain. Gripping my hips tightly, his head falls back against the sofa, mouth falling open with a rasped, “Fuck.”

I take a moment to adjust, catching my breath while admiring Robbie as he slowly unravels, all because of me. I lean forward and drag my tongue up his throat, over the jut of his Adam’s apple, stopping at his lips and kissing him with everything I have because this man loves me. He loves me. Me .

Moving my hips just enough, circling them, Robbie groans against my lips, the look in his eyes pure sex. His gaze drifts down between us, and I lean back, hands resting behind me on his knees, anchoring myself, and a slow grin spreads across his face.

“We are so fucking perfect together,” he murmurs, rubbing my clit with not nearly enough pressure.

A whimper falls from my lips, and I grind against him, feeling him hit me so deep.

“Your beautiful pussy was meant for my cock,” he whispers, eyes meeting mine.

“I need to move,” I whine. Between the feel of him filling me completely and the teasing feather-light touch of his thumb against my clit, I’m dizzy with need.

“Yeah?” He arches a daring brow. “You gonna fuck me, baby?”

His words only encourage me, hips gyrating, grinding, lifting up just to sink back down onto him.

“Christ, Keller.” He laughs, but it’s void of humor and laced with a tinge of anguish, and the thought that this is too much for him only spurs me on even more.

I brace myself so I ca n take full control, using the strength in my thighs to move.

“Fuck, yes!” Robbie shouts, his hand moving into my hair, wrapping the length around his fist. “Bounce on my cock, baby.”

“Holy shit,” I gasp, my body reverberating with need as the coil in the pit of my belly tightens.

“You’re close,” Robbie says through a grunt. “I can tell by the way your cunt is squeezing my dick.”

When he presses firmly against my swollen clit, a feral sound comes out of me, one I’ve never heard before, my orgasm cresting. “Oh my God! Please don’t stop. Don’t ever fucking stop. I’m right there, Robbie.”

“I know, baby,” he coos, tugging on my hair to pull me back, looking deep into my gaze. “But don’t you dare come until I tell you to come, or I will fucking stop altogether. You got it?”

“No…” I sob when he abandons my clit. But then, suddenly, I’m being lifted into the air before being thrown back down onto the sofa.

“Turn around and get on your fucking knees,” he demands, moving my body how he wants. “Hold onto the back of the sofa.”

I do as he says, arching my back and glancing over my shoulder.

“Get that beautiful big ass in the air for me.” Robbie moves right up behind me, and from my periphery, I see his hand come down hard with a loud crack against my ass.

“Oh… fuck,” I choke out, relishing in the prickling sting his hand leaves against my skin.

I bury my face against the back of the sofa, groaning when I feel his length press up against my center. He slaps my ass again, and I’m forced to bite the back of my hand because it’s both painful and so fucking good.

“You want my cock, Keller?” He teases me, barely slipping the head of his dick inside of me.

I try to push back aga inst him, but he steadies me with his hands on my hips, only giving me the very tip.

“You’re fucking soaked…” he muses. “Your pussy juice is dripping down your thighs, baby.”

“I need you,” I manage to groan out despite my swollen throat, glancing back at him again.

Our eyes meet and, agonizingly slowly, he eases into me, inch by frustrating inch. With his eyes still on mine, Robbie’s chin drops to his chest, and when I notice a droplet of saliva fall from his mouth and land between the crack of my ass, I feel my muscles tighten, my pussy clenching. A devious smirk tugs at his lips as his thumb rolls teasingly over my back entrance.

“Ohmigod, yes!” I gasp, surprising myself and lifting my ass higher, silently begging for more.

I’m met with Robbie’s teasing chuckle, his thumb circling my asshole, dick sliding in and out of me in long, unhurried strokes. It’s beautiful torture. I need to come, but I also don’t want it to end.

“You like it when I play with your ass, don’t you?” he whispers, and I hear him spit again before the very tip of his thumb breaches the tight barrier.

“Ah!” I cry out as pleasure courses through me, lighting me up from the inside.

“I love watching your cunt swallow my cock,” he grunts, pulling almost all the way out of me before slamming in again. “My perfect, filthy little slut.”

With each swipe, his thumb presses a little deeper, and between that and the feel of his thick cock sliding in and out of me, grazing my G spot, I am balancing on the edge of oblivion.

“I’m so close, Robbie.”

“I know, baby,” he whispers.

“Please,” I pant, desperate for something, anything.

“Tell me you’re mine, Keller,” Robbie demands.

“I’m yours, Robbie,” I moan. “I’m yours.”

“That’s my girl,” he mutters through clenched teeth, slamming harder and harder into me. “Now, I want you to rub your clit, baby. I wanna come deep inside you while your pussy strangles my cock.”

His eyes flare when I look back at him, stuffing three fingers in my mouth and coating them with my tongue before reaching down and rubbing my swollen clit. It’s so sensitive, I know it’s not going to take much more. As I circle the bundle of nerves lightly, my body thrums from the sensory overload—my ass, my pussy, my clit, everything. It’s almost too much.

“Fuck, Keller, I’m—” Robbie’s words cut out to make way for an animalistic sound I’ve never heard before. “Come. Right. Fucking. Now.” He smacks my ass hard, pressing his thumb even deeper. “Fucking come for me, baby.”

Frantically flicking my clit, my walls tighten, gripping Robbie’s cock. My thighs quake, and I crumble beneath the weight of my orgasm as it washes over me like a tsunami.

“Robbie, I’m coming!” I groan, my throat tight, words strangled.

“Fuck, yes!” Robbie roars, holding me right against him as he releases deep inside of me. “That’s it. Take it all, greedy fucking girl.”

Riding out my orgasm, I lift up enough so that he can kiss me. “Say it again,” I beg against his lips. “Tell me you love me.”

Clutching my face, Robbie deepens the kiss, his tongue and lips sloppy as he murmurs against my mouth. “I love you, Fran. I love you, so fucking much.”

I gasp, my eyes widening.

Robbie pauses, concern flickering in his gaze. “What is it? What’s wrong, baby?”

“You just called me Fran.”

Still panting for a breath, he rolls his eyes and shakes his head, and then, easing out slowly, he stands above me, smirking down at me before smacking my ass once again. “Keep it up, brat.”

Boneless, I sink into the sofa with a fully sated grin as Robbie disappears down the hall, and it’s only then that I realize, once again, the blinds are wide open for anyone to see in, and I can’t help but laugh.

“I’m making a mess all over your sofa,” I call out, my fingers dancing over my swollen, sensitive core, our combined release seeping out of me.

“Fuck the sofa,” Robbie yells from somewhere, returning in all his gloriously naked form, dick happily swinging, with what looks to be a washcloth in his hand.

“What are you do—” Before I can finish, he’s kneeling in front of me, forcing my thighs open, brow furrowed with determination as he cleans me up with a few delicate swipes of the warm, damp cloth. It’s gross yet oddly soothing, but shame takes over and I push his hand away. “Robbie, gross.”

“It’s not gross, Keller .” His eyes meet mine, and there’s a warning tone in his words as he grabs my wrist and holds my hand out of the way, wiping me again. “I take care of what’s mine.”

Still gross, but I’m not even going to pretend that his possessiveness isn’t hot because holy shit, here he is, cleaning my pussy after the most earth-shattering orgasm I’ve ever experienced, and dammit, I’m horny again. This man will be the death of me—and my vagina.

“There, all better.” Robbie grins wickedly at me, eyes on mine as he leans in and presses a lingering kiss to my mound, and I swear to God, he’s such an asshole because just when I think he’s about to start working me over once again, he pulls away with a deviously low chuckle and stands, holding his hand out for me.

“Shower with me,” is all he says, his tone low and deliciously demanding as he helps me up to my wobbly, unstable legs.

I lean up and kiss his lips, and then I allow him to lead me down the hallway and through to his bedroom for a much-needed shower and hopefully a lot more of what we just did.