Chapter 16 Roman
ROMAN
I don’t rip her blouse.
I want the sound of each button giving way like I’m testing how much patience she has left.
By the time I’ve spread the fabric and seen her tits spilling against the lace, she’s writhing under me, biting her lip hard enough I can taste the copper when I kiss her again.
“You’re already shaking,” I growl against her throat, dragging my teeth down the line of it, sucking a mark into the soft dip above her collarbone.
My hand slides down her stomach, over the twitch of muscle, fingers slipping beneath the waist of her skirt.
She gasps when I press against the heat of her through damp lace.
“Roman—” It’s a plea, broken, and it makes my cock throb so hard it hurts.
I chuckle low, grinding my hips down so she feels me straining against denim. “You’re soaked, angel. You want me inside you that bad already? Or do you want me to keep teasing you until you cry for it?”
She squirms, her nails digging into my arms. “You bastard.”
“Say please,” I rasp, sliding my fingers against her slit until the lace is nearly see-through with it. She bucks her hips up, chasing it, but I pull back, making her whimper. “Say it.”
Her eyes flash, but her mouth betrays her. “Please.”
That’s when I shove her skirt up and tear the lace aside.
I press two fingers into her slick heat, slow but deep, curling until her back arches.
She moans loud, head tipping back, and I watch her come undone, my name spilling from her lips like prayer and profanity at once.
I pump my fingers faster, grinding my palm against her clit.
Her thighs quiver around my hand, her breath coming in ragged sobs, until she claws at my belt like she’ll die if she doesn’t get me free.
“Greedy little thing,” I growl, kissing her hard enough she gasps into my mouth as I finally let her tug me open.
My cock springs free, heavy and aching, and her eyes lock onto it like it’s the only thing left in the world.
She slides down my body, slow, deliberate, her lips brushing my stomach, her breath hot on the base of me.
My hand fists in her hair as she settles between my thighs, looking up through her lashes, mouth parting over the thick head.
Then she takes me into her mouth.
Her lips close around me and I damn near lose it on the first drag of her tongue.
Hot, wet, velvet-soft, swirling slow under the crown before she sinks lower, her throat catching as I push past her gag.
The sound shoots fire straight through me.
“Christ, Marisa…” I grit, my knuckles whitening in her hair as I guide her down again. She moans around me, the vibration rippling along my shaft, her spit spilling warm down my length, slicking my balls.
She pulls back with a gasp, strings of saliva shining between her lips and my cock.
Her mouth is wrecked and glistening, her eyes wet and wicked. “You like watching me choke on it?” she pants, stroking me once with her fist before licking the head.
“Fuck yes,” I growl, my hips jerking forward helplessly. “Look at you. Drooling on my cock like it’s the only thing you’ll ever beg for.”
She laughs breathlessly, then opens wide and swallows me again.
Her throat works hard, gagging, but she doesn’t stop—she bobs faster, messy and loud, spit bubbling as she fists the base and slurps me deeper.
The room fills with the sound of it: wet, filthy, obscene, every stroke punctuated by her muffled moans.
My thighs tighten, my whole body shaking as I watch her take me, her lips stretched wide, hair tangled in my fist. “That’s it, angel,” I rasp, my voice raw. “Take it. Take all of me.”
She hollows her cheeks, sucking harder, and my cock jerks violently, threatening to spill.
I drag her off with a groan, slick dripping down her chin.
She looks up at me, flushed, breathless, her mouth red and swollen.
I’m panting, my cock slick and twitching, so close I can barely think.
I yank her up by the arms, shove her onto the mattress, and crawl over her, my cock pressing hot and wet against the inside of her thigh.
“Enough teasing,” I growl, lining myself up against her soaked pussy. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
I press her down into the mattress, the head of my cock dragging over her slit, smearing her wet across my length.
Her body jerks with every pass, a little sob catching in her throat when I don’t push in yet.
I grin against her ear, biting it just enough to make her squeal.
“You feel that?” I rasp, grinding against her clit with the thick crown until she gasps, hips rolling up helpless. “That’s me holding back. That’s me letting you ache for it.”
Her nails claw at my shoulders. “Stop teasing. Just—”
I thrust in hard enough to cut her words short with a cry.
The heat of her wraps around me, tight and slick, and I groan into her neck, my whole body shuddering at the way she clamps down.
I drive slow at first, dragging out, pushing back in until she’s panting under me, biting her lip raw.
“Roman—” she moans, head tossing against the pillow.
“Say it again,” I growl, snapping my hips harder. “Say my name like you mean it.”
Her cry breaks into my chest. “Roman!”
The sound cracks something loose in me.
I pound her deep, the bed thudding against the wall, quilt twisted beneath us.
Every thrust makes her tits bounce, and I shove her bra down so I can watch them move, swollen and perfect.
I latch my mouth over one nipple, sucking hard until she screams, her hands clutching my hair.
Her pussy clenches tighter with each pull of my mouth, each sharp thrust.
I groan around her nipple, nipping the bud before sucking again, tasting her skin like I’m starving.
She writhes, bucking up to meet me, her voice breaking into sharp little sobs of pleasure.
“You love it when I use you like this,” I snarl, switching to her other breast, biting just enough to leave the mark before soothing it with my tongue.
“Yes—god, yes,” she gasps, her voice shredded, her thighs trembling around my hips.
I lean back, dragging her legs higher, folding her knees against her chest so I can fuck her deeper.
The new angle makes her scream, her nails raking bloody lines down my arms as I piston into her, relentless.
Every thrust hits her deep, hard, until her cries echo against the ceiling.
“Look at you,” I growl, sweat dripping down my spine, muscles straining. “So fucking wet, taking me like you were made for it.”
Her face is wrecked with pleasure, mouth open, gasping, begging without words.
I kiss her hard, swallowing her cries as I fuck her faster, my cock jerking inside her with every squeeze of her cunt.
I pull out suddenly, leaving her gasping, and flip onto my back. “On me,” I order, my voice rough. “Now.”
She straddles me quick, her skirt hitched up, her hair wild around her flushed face.
She grabs me, lines me up, and sinks down with a choked sob, her walls gripping so tight I almost spill right there.
“Fuck—” I roar, my hands clamping her hips as she takes me to the hilt.
She starts moving slow, rolling her hips in a steady grind, her clit dragging against my pubic bone.
Her tits sway above me, and I seize them both, squeezing hard, thumbing her nipples until she cries out.
I knead them like I own them, tugging, twisting, my cock twitching deep inside her as her pussy flutters around me.
Her movements turn wild, frantic.
She bounces on me, her thighs slapping against mine, wet sounds filling the room.
Sweat beads at her temples, her breasts bouncing in my hands, her voice sharp as she moans my name over and over.
I sit up, wrapping one arm around her back, my other hand sliding up her throat.
She gasps, eyes flying wide as my fingers curl lightly, pressing just enough to make her breath hitch.
“You want me to stop?” I rasp, dragging my thumb along her racing pulse.
Her hips grind harder, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Don’t you dare.”
That’s all I need.
I tighten my grip, not cruel but firm, controlling her breath as she gyrates on my cock.
Her eyes glaze with lust, her mouth falling open in a desperate moan.
I twist her nipple with my free hand, and she sobs, her pussy gripping me like a vice.
“Good girl,” I snarl, slamming my hips up to meet her bounce. “Ride me like you mean it. Show me how bad you need to be fucked.”
She’s writhing now, every part of her trembling, her body slick with sweat.
My cock drives into her with every lift and fall, her tits bouncing in my grip, her throat straining under my hand.
The sound of her cunt taking me is loud and wet, obscene, filling the room along with her cries.
“Roman—I can’t—” she sobs, her head falling back as she grinds down harder, desperate, frantic.
“Yes, you can,” I growl, pounding up into her, choking her tighter, owning every sound, every twitch. “You’ll take every inch, every thrust, until I decide you’ve had enough.”
Her whole body spasms, her pussy clamping around me like fire.
She’s shaking, writhing, her voice breaking into a scream as she bounces faster, lost in it, her tits flushed and swollen under my hands.
I choke her just a little harder, my cock slamming into her deep enough to make her eyes roll back, and she moans, long and guttural, as if she’s giving me everything she has left.
I’m right there with her, fucking up into her with steady, brutal rhythm, watching her lose herself on my cock, and I know if I let go I’ll spill inside her.
But I don’t. I hold the line.