Chapter 32
ROMAN
It takes me ten fucking minutes to convince Anna to get dressed and follow me downstairs, where I grab her a cab and force her into it.
I don’t really remember what I tell her.
I don’t care, either.
The second I get back to my penthouse he’s on me. That is all I care about.
I moan into his mouth, gasping as he slams me against the door, attacking me with his mouth, his hands, his teeth, his body.
He yanks off my shirt, his hands grabbing my hips as he drops his mouth to my neck.
He bites and sucks and licks, like he needs to taste every goddamn square inch of my skin, leaving me moaning and writhing as my fingers slide into his hair.
No one’s ever touched me like this, treated me like I’m this fucking gift they’ve been dying to unwrap. No one has ever wanted me so viciously and wildly, and it has me melting for him.
I yank at his shirt, moaning as he wraps his lips around one of my nipples, his teeth nibbling and biting as I gasp sharply. I finally manage to tear off his shirt, and groan as my fingers greedily slide over his tattooed, grooved body.
“Fuck,” I groan, grabbing his face and pulling him back up to kiss him madly. “So fucking hot,” I moan as he yanks my belt open.
My hands slide down his abs, shaking as they tug open his pants. We groan into each other’s mouths as we push away from the door, dropping our pants, kicking them away in tangles as we stumble toward the couch.
“Not the fucking couch,” he growls, pulling back, his eyes blazing blue fire. “Not until you have that thing professional cleaned. Her bare ass was all over—”
“Stop talking,” I groan as I slam my mouth to his again. “I never need to remember any of that ever again.”
“That makes two of us, wreckage,” he hisses as he reaches down to cup my dick through my boxers. I groan when he squeezes me, stroking my cock as we shuffle across the floor toward the stairs, half tripping over our feet.
For the first time since I moved in, I fucking hate that there’s a staircase between me and my bed.
Our boxers come off as we go crashing and tumbling up.
I only make it halfway before I stumble.
I curse as I go falling forward onto my hands and knees.
Before I can get back up, his big hands are grabbing my hips and pinning me face down on the steps.
Oh fuck…
I moan wildly when I feel his mouth on my balls.
I shudder, whimpering and choking for air as his wet tongue snakes all over them, his hand wrapping around my cock.
He starts to slowly pump his fist up and down, sucking one of my balls into his mouth as I cry out, shaking, on all fours, desperate for him.
“Fuck, wreckage,” he groans, tonguing my balls. “I fucking love how big this fucking cock gets for me. How swollen these heavy balls get with cum for me.”
I whimper as he sucks one into his mouth again before letting it slip from his soft lips with a wet pop.
“You got a big load of cum in there for me, don’t you? Such a good boy.”
I’m shaking, completely unable to speak, my cheek pressed flat to the step, my breath choked gasps as he slurps on my balls and slowly jerks me off. His tongue dances higher, tracing over my taint as my eyes bulge and my mouth falls open.
“Val…”
I cry out when his tongue swirls over my asshole, the tip teasing my ring.
My legs shake, my toes curling and digging into the stairs as Val moans into my ass and starts to fuck me with his tongue.
His fingers slide up and down my swollen, bulging cock, pumping precum from my head to drip all over the stairs.
I shudder when his mouth moves over one cheek, biting me.
“You need to get this ass up these fucking stairs, wreckage,” he growls in a deep, almost demonic voice. I’ve never heard this tone before, but it turns my blood to fire in milliseconds. “Right the fuck now.”
I don’t honestly know how I stumble the rest of the way up to the bedroom. Maybe it’s his heat and scent right behind me, teasing my senses. The feel of his hungry gaze dragging like knives over my skin. But when I do finally get there, I only half-turn before he’s all over me.
I shiver as he literally picks me up—I mean, fucking what?—and carries me over to the bed. We both crash down onto it, my hands clawing at his chest and clutching his face as he kisses me deeply. I moan into his lips, kissing him back and groaning when I feel his thick erection grind against mine.
“Well well,” Val growls, biting my lower lip. His hand snakes between us, his fingers wrapping around both his cock and mine and squeezing. “Now someone’s nice and fucking ready,” he hisses, jerking us off together.
I gasp into his mouth, lost in the sensation of our hot erections pulsing together, his fingers stroking, his abs and chest muscles rippling against mine.
“She couldn’t get you hard,” he snarls possessively as he pumps my dick faster. “Only I can make this fucking cock nice and big and drippy, right?”
“Only you,” I moan, rolling my hips against him.
“It’s my hand you want stroking this pretty fucking dick, wreckage,” he hisses. “My mouth you want wrapped around it.”
"Yes," I moan eagerly, shuddering as I raise my hips to his, over and over.
“You’re fucking leaking all over my dick, wreckage,” he murmurs darkly as he nibbles on my lips. “You want my mouth wrapped around your cock and my tongue stroking you?”
“Please!” I choke, gasping and shaking as he rolls his hips, fucking his cock back and forth against the underside of mine.
Val chuckles darkly.
“Show me how bad you fucking want it.”
I shiver as he pushes me back across the bed until my head slips over the edge of it.
“Don’t fucking move.”
Fuck, I love the authoritative way he speaks to me like that. The commanding tone, the domineering attitude. It’s so unapologetically him.
I bite my lip, my eyes following him as he walks around to the side of the bed, his heavy cock bouncing in the air. He stands right by my face, stroking his cock an inch away from my mouth.
“Open wide, baby,” he growls, slowly stroking his huge cock. Precum beads at the tip, and I moan when I see a thick white drop slowly trickle down the underside of his shaft and then down his heavy balls.
I shiver, heat thrumming through me as he fists his cock and taps the swollen head against my lips, smearing precum across them.
“I said open.”
“Yes, sir.”
I don’t know why I say it. But when I do, vicious heat slithers through me, making my skin erupt with fire. Val’s jaw clenches tight, his eyes blazing.
He groans and drops a hand to my throat, his tattooed fingers wrapping around it as our eyes lock.
“Now, wreckage.”
My mouth opens, and I moan as his fat cock slides in, stretching my jaw wide.
Val groans, his abs flexing and clenching as my tongue swirls over his head.
I hollow my cheeks, sucking greedily on his cock as I take him deeper into the back of my throat.
I gag a little but I keep going, swallowing as precum and spit drips out of the corners of my mouth.
Val’s face is pure ecstasy. There’s a savage glint in his eyes, his jaw clenched tight as he groans and starts to fuck my mouth.
I love this power I have over him. Knowing it’s me who makes him like this, like he can barely control himself.
His hips pump, gliding his swollen, glistening wet cock in and out of my hungry mouth. He groans deeply and leans over me, supporting himself with a fist on the bed as he lowers his mouth to my aching, hard cock.
Oh fuck…
I moan around him, slurping even louder and wetter on his hot, hard dick as he takes me all the fucking way into his throat.
Holy CHRIST.
I try to pull away from him to let out a moan, but Val’s hand tightens around my throat, keeping me where I am as he thrusts his cock deep into my mouth.
The sensation of my control being taken from me does what it always does when it’s him doing it: somehow, I get even harder, my dick throbbing and twitching in his mouth and my moans humming through his.
Val drops his mouth again, swallowing me all the way to the balls as my eyes roll back in my head.
He lets go of my throat, bringing that hand up to cup my balls as he starts to gag himself on my dick.
Spit and precum drip down, and I groan as he strokes it wetly over my swollen balls.
He takes me deep again as he fucks my mouth, his finger slowly teasing lower, until I whimper when I feel him push against my hole.
Ohh…
My eyes roll back as he sinks his finger inside, pushing deep, stroking against my prostate—that spot inside that makes me break apart at the seams when he touches it.
My whole body starts to shake, every muscle in my body clenching tightly as I whine and hum and moan, drooling all over his beautiful, pulsing cock.
Val groans, sliding his mouth off my cock but still finger-fucking me.
“Fuck!” he hisses. “Fuck, wreckage, you’re gonna make me fucking come.”
All I can do is whimper and thrust my hips up, his finger on my prostate pushing me higher and higher, until I swear I’m going to come without anything touching my actual dick.
“You wanna come with me, baby?” he hisses, swirling his tongue over my head as I cry out around his cock. His hips pump harder and faster, fucking my mouth hard as spit drips all down my face.
“Because you’re gonna make me fucking come. And when I do, and fill your hot mouth with my cum, I want you to fucking keep it there, understand?”
I mewl and moan, humming and whimpering around him as I feel my balls start to tense up.
Val groans, and when he drops his mouth back to my cock and takes me right to the base, I’m gone.
Lost.
Shattered.
I see stars as I explode into his mouth. He groans, sliding up until only my head is inside, his tongue swirling around my glans as my balls pump rope after rope of hot cum into his mouth.
Then he’s coming too.