Chapter 20 – Roman #2
My neck arches back and my eyes close. I’m positive I groan a long, “Fuuuck,” because it can’t be helped.
Her nails dig into my shoulders. “Wait. Don’t move.”
My head snaps down, and I take her in. “What’s wrong?”
“Big.”
I try not to smile. I truly do. But… “Oh.”
“Don’t oh me. Just give me a moment.”
“Baby, I’ll give you a lifetime.” I dip and kiss her, and with that, I roll us so she’s on top of me. My cock is still inside her, but now I’m propped up on a pillow with her straddling me. “Better?”
She nods. “Yes.”
I’ll be honest. It’s a hell of a view with her like this. Her slightly smaller than a handful tits and her smooth, creamy stomach, and dark, curly hair all around her.
“Christ, you’re so beautiful.” I reach up and play with her tits. “So fucking beautiful, Braelyn.”
“You are too, you know.” She bends to kiss me, but sits up again, her hands on my chest as she rocks forward and backward like a pendulum, testing, adjusting, and taking me in.
It’s killing me not to thrust up, but her expression right now makes it worth it.
She lifts onto her knees and allows me to slip partially out along the way before she pushes back down.
My eyes roll back in my head, and my hands grip her tighter.
“Fucking hell, that’s so good.” Understatement. Holy hell, that’s an understatement. Nothing has ever been better than this. “Keep moving. I want you to fuck me until you come, but you’re getting more than one. One you’ll take, one I’ll give you.”
“Oh god.” She moans loudly and starts to bounce on me, her tits moving with her. I join her, finally thrusting up into her now that she’s ready for me. I pound, one hand on her hip, the other finding her clit. I rub her in hard, tight circles before I test her a bit and pinch it.
Her head flies back along with her hands that meet my calves, and she squeals.
But she’s also grinding harder, deeper, opening herself up for me to continue to touch her like this, and I do.
I’m so hard for her. Harder than I’ve ever been in my life.
I pull on her nipple and roll her clit, and my girl is fucking me so hard now.
She’s absolutely incredible, and I tell her that.
She’s getting close. I can see it all over her, and I help her get there.
I jab into her, but she’s doing most of the work.
This one is hers, as I said, and when she comes, it takes everything in me not to come with her.
I clench my jaw and my ass cheeks and hold my breath and watch as she comes all over my cock, squeezing it tight and making me so slick I can hardly stand how good it feels.
The moment she settles down, her movements slowing, I spin her around on me and bring her down to the bed until she’s on her stomach and I’m behind her. I push her legs closed so it’s an even tighter fit, one she’ll feel like an ache in her belly, and I thrust back into her.
“Now the one I’m going to take,” I rasp in her ear and force her hands above her head. I hold her wrists with one hand, my other pushed into her back between her shoulder blades, so all she can do is lie here and take what I’m giving her.
We don’t have a safe word, and I have to be cautious, but having her pinned beneath me sets off the fractured, depraved part of my mind, and I pull out, only to press right back into her, hitting her front wall with the head of my cock and gliding along it with the rest of my shaft.
I’m intentionally deep. Intentionally slow. And she’s losing her mind with it, her cunt still swollen and sensitive inside. She rubs against the bed as I continue to fuck her like this, and I slap her ass, making her buck and moan.
I bend and speak into her ear. “You little cheat. You’re rubbing your clit on the blanket, aren’t you?”
Her eyes are closed, but a saucy fucking smirk curls up her lips.
“I didn’t give you permission for that.” I spank her ass again, then spread her cheeks as I fuck into her, digging deeper.
“Oh god! Oh fuck. What are you doing?”
“Breathe,” I tell her because she’s not breathing. She’s holding her breath with what I’m doing, and she’ll pass out if she does that.
She’s squirming again, this time back and forth, trying to free my hands from holding her open like this. “Roman, what are you doing?”
In and out, in and out, I saw back and forth, watching my cock get swallowed by her pussy but also staring at her asshole.
I want it the way I want the rest of her, completely and obsessively.
Her eyes are pinched shut and her lips are parted to accommodate her ragged breaths.
I don’t stop. I keep fucking into her, rolling my hips and slicing repeatedly into her while keeping her locked in place.
“I’m going to play with your ass,” I tell her with a strangled groan, my cock throbbing with the need to come.
“If you don’t like it, or truly want me to stop, and not from modesty because I think it’s so fucking hot and I’m so fucking hard from it—you can feel that, I know you can—then say my middle name and I’ll stop. ”
“Your middle name? If I say Fletcher, you’ll stop?” She’s incredulous.
“Yes. You say that and I stop. That’s your power, and it’s absolute, but I also want you to trust me to see how far I can take you.
” Then I spit, and it drips straight onto her ass.
She makes a shocked noise but also moans.
My thumb dips down by my cock, and I gather some of her cum that’s coating me and bring it up to mix with my spit.
And as I pump in and out of her cunt, I ring her asshole with my thumb.
“Holy shit!”
“Just relax and feel it. Allow yourself to feel it, baby, and trust me.”
By some miracle, she does. She lets me hold her down and fuck her and play with her ass. And when my thumb starts to fuck her in time with my thrusts, she’s having trouble controlling herself. She’s moaning and writhing beneath me and squirming and even fucking back into me.
“My sexy girl, you’re doing such a good job taking me like this.”
I pick up my pace, using my hand on her wrists for better leverage and angle, and I seriously start fucking her, both her cunt and her ass.
I told her after that dickhead Adam cheated on her that he never fucked her properly if she wasn’t screaming for him, and I’m going to prove that to her now.
I’m going to make her come so hard she screams.
My feet dig into the blanket, and I thrust in and out of her. She’s so tight like this and I can’t help myself from grunting and groaning, my balls drawing up, my body on a hairpin trigger, needing to come, anxious to do it inside of her without anything between us.
“Fuck!” That notion nearly pushes me over the edge, but then Braelyn is coming.
Her cunt crushes my cock, and she screams as I knew she would.
I fuck her harder, slamming my body into hers, making sure I get her G-spot and keeping my thumb in her asshole.
Her release forces my own, and I bellow out a savage growl as I still, my muscles seizing as my cock jerks and empties into her until there’s nothing left of me.
I collapse, my thumb sliding out of her ass and my grip on her wrists slackening. I kiss a trail up her neck and move the wet hair sticking to her face.
“Are you okay?”
Her eyes are sleepy, but she’s smiling. “I’m more than okay.”
My chest thumps, and I lean in and kiss her, the words I love you on my tongue, and I swallow them down. She’s not ready and I don’t want the moment after we’ve both come to be when I tell her. When I say the words, I want her to know it’s real and not question the moment or motive.
“Good. Don’t move. I’m going to get a towel to clean you up, and after we’ll order in dinner.”
“Sounds good, but I’ll get myself cleaned up. You order the food.” She rolls away from me and slips out of bed, walks to the bathroom, and shuts the door behind her.
That’s that.
I flop back onto the bed and stare up at the rattan fan above me. I’m not known for overthinking. It’s not something I do, and I’ve never worried about what a woman is thinking when she’s with me.
Until now.
Braelyn is within my grasp, but I can already feel her slipping through my fingers.