Page 88 of The Cuddle Clause

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” I murmured against her lips.

She didn’t. She just looked at me with heat, trust, want—and it went straight to my cock.

I eased her back down against the mattress, pushing her hair off her face before kissing her again. My hand trailed over her bare stomach, ribs, cupping her breast with more purpose now. She gasped into my mouth, body pressing up into mine like she couldn’t help herself.

And that was it. My patience vanished.

“Fuck, Maggie…” My voice came out rougher than I intended. “You’re gorgeous. All of you.”

Her cheeks flushed.

I lowered myself over her, chest to chest, skin to skin, and kissed her again before grinding my cock against her, slow enough to feel every wet, hot inch of her open for me.

She whimpered into my mouth. “Please.”

“Please what?” I murmured, dragging my lips down her jaw, over her throat.

“Please, Roman… I want to feel you.”

That was all I needed. I lined myself up and thrust into her, slow enough to feel every tight, clenching inch as she took me in. The heat of her wrapped around me like a vise, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from coming right then. My head dropped to her shoulder with a curse.

“Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking good,” I rasped, my voice breaking. “So fucking tight. So perfect.”

Her nails raked down my back, a shiver shooting through me as her hips tilted, pulling me deeper. That little shift punched the air from my lungs.

I started slow, savoring the drag, the way her body molded around mine like she’d been built for me alone. But the control didn’t last. She rolled her hips up to meet me, and I lost it—thrusting harder, deeper, until the wet slap of our bodies filled the room.

“Just like that,” I groaned, pressing my forehead to hers. “You take me so well, baby. Made for this cock. Made for me.”

Her mouth parted, and she panted my name breathlessly. I kissed her hard, swallowing every moan until I had to hear them again. I pulled back, thrusting slow but deep, grinding against her just enough to watch her eyes go glassy.

“Say it again,” I ordered, my tone low and sharp. “Say my name.”

“Roman,” she gasped.

“God, I love that.” I kissed her again, then slid my hand between us, finding her clit and rubbing tight, dirty circles. “Come on, Mags. You’ve got it.”

Her whole body went taut, then trembled as her walls clamped down around me, wet and hot, milking me in deep pulses. She cried out, and the sound ripped through me like lightning.

“Fuck, yes. That’s it. You’re perfect when you come for me. So perfect.”

I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. I worked her through it, keeping my pace until I felt my own orgasm clawing up my spine.

I pulled out and flipped her onto her hands and knees. My palm smoothed over the curve of her ass before I slid back in hard, groaning at the slick, tight heat that swallowed me again.

The view nearly wrecked me—her ass high, back arched, hair wild, skin flushed and damp.

I gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and drove into her without mercy, fast and deep, until her arms gave out and she collapsed onto the mattress.

“Look at you,” I groaned, leaning over her, chest to her back, one hand tangling in her hair to pull her head up. “So gorgeous like this.Mine.”

“Yes,” she gasped, her voice breaking.

“Say it.”

“I’m yours.”

I slammed into her one last time, spilling inside her with a groan that was more a growl, every muscle in my body locking from the force of it. My hips jerked helplessly, still chasing the last shreds of release.