Chapter 49
49
Quinn
R oman drags me to my feet, his mouth on mine. The corners of my lips are sore from the stretch of his surging cock, and my face is smeared with spit, but he doesn't care.
His hands fumble at my buttons, and he pulls my jeans roughly down, leaving me exposed and vulnerable.
He turns me around and lifts one of my legs onto the kitchen counter, the surface smooth and cool against my heated skin. He groans as he takes in the view, and his hand moves to my inner thigh.
"You're so fucking wet." Roman's breath is hot on my ear as his fingers slide through my slick folds. "I can't wait to taste you."
He traces circles on my clit with his thumb, teasing and tormenting me until I am writhing and panting beneath him. Lubrication pools between my thighs as he dips his middle finger inside me, curling it upwards to hit that sweet spot that makes me see stars.
But he doesn't stop there. He bends down, using his tongue to trace the sensitive skin between my pussy and ass, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.
He drags his fingers along my slit and draws my wetness up to my ass, teasing my tight hole, and I tense up. I'm unsure what to expect, but he is patient and gentle as he works his way inside.
"Easy, baby." He adds another finger to my ass, and I moan, overwhelmed by the sensation. "Does it hurt?"
"No," I sigh. "It feels so good."
"How about a little something in your pussy?" Roman's third and fourth fingers nudge my aching entrance. "You wanna know what it's like to be truly full?"
Without waiting for a response, he penetrates me deeply, with two fingers in my ass and two in my pussy. It's a relentless, savage assault, and I can do little but roll my head from side to side, tortured cries escaping my lips.
He begins to finger me with a slow and steady rhythm, curling his fingers in a come-hither motion, and the tension builds inside me, deepening with each passing second.
Roman slaps my butt cheek with his other hand, and the impact makes me scream. He gives a feral growl of satisfaction and does it again, pinning me to the counter as he ravages me with his fingers.
"I'm going to fuck your tight pussy, then your even tighter asshole." He squeezes my buttock, then spanks me once more. "All your needy little holes belong to me. I can do whatever I want with them."
He pulls his fingers free and grabs me by the hips, pulling me towards him. I balance on the tips of my toes, one leg still on the floor, and Roman's fingers dig into my flesh as he positions himself behind me, the tip of his rock-hard cock teasing my wet pussy.
I moan as he rubs up and down my slit, spreading my arousal and driving me wild with anticipation.
With one swift movement, he thrusts into me, filling me completely. I cry out, my body responding to the sudden invasion with a rush of heat that radiates from my core.
"Oh fuck, your pussy is addicting." He begins to move, pulling out before plunging deep again. "I'm a lucky man."
His hand traces a path down my spine, coming to rest at the puckered entrance of my ass. I tense up, but he doesn't push it.
Instead, he makes small circles, firing the sensitive nerve endings. He presses insistently, and I feel myself relax as he slips inside.
It's as though time is slowing down. Roman eases off and moves slowly, and I squeeze my muscles, feeling his cock and thumb even more.
I push back on him, urging him deeper. The sensation is intense; his girth is almost painful, stretching my internal walls and sending me spiraling towards the edge. I moan, my voice echoing through the room as he thrusts into me.
He pulls his thumb from my ass and reaches for my clit, rubbing it in time with his movements. I start to come undone, but to my horror, he stops and withdraws from my spasming pussy.
I look over my shoulder at him. "Roman!" I cry. "Don't stop fucking me. I need to come. Please!"
" Rusalka , you have no idea what you're doing to me," he replies. He slowly teases my entrance, the swollen head nudging against my tight ring of muscle. "But I can't let your pussy squeeze my cock like that, or it'll all be over, and I wanna fuck your ass."
He begins to push forward, inch by delicious inch, and I hiss through my teeth, the burning stretch giving way to deep, searing pleasure.
It feels dirty and wrong but so damn amazing, and I moan as he eases deeper inside me. Roman winds my hair around one of his hands, the other wrapping my throat.
"You're my slut, Quinn." He nudges his hips, bumping against me. "Touch your clit while I rail your asshole."
He starts off slow, but it's not long before he gets carried away. His thrusts become more urgent, more demanding, as he buries himself to the hilt. I can feel every vein and ridge of his cock as it slides in and out of my ass, and the friction is indescribable.
He grunts with each thrust, his grip on my waist tightening as he fucks me harder, and I rub my clit, chasing my orgasm.
"I'm gonna come," I gasp.
Roman squeezes my neck, his fingertips like brands on my tender skin. Then he lets go and slaps my ass firmly, the pain melting into liquid ecstasy, and I fall apart as I come, my asshole spasming.
"Holy shit," he cries, his breathing ragged. He withdraws his throbbing member from the tight clench of my ass, my body trembling with the sensation of his thick shaft sliding out of me. He yanks me to my feet and spins me around, lifting me onto the counter.
"Legs wide. Do it!"
With a low growl, he grasps his cock in his hand and begins to stroke it, his fingers working furiously as he gazes down at my spread-open pussy.
I'm awestruck at the raw desire in his eyes, the primal need to claim me, to mark me as his own. At his peak, he throws his head back, and warm spurts erupt from the tip of his cock, landing on my rosy pussy lips.
Roman kisses me deeply, his tongue delving into his mouth, then stares into my eyes as he plunges his fingers into my depths, coating them in his sticky come as he pumps it into me.
"I can't wait until you're off your birth control." His thumb swipes my clit, and I flinch as he rubs the still-sensitive button. "I'm gonna breed you. Fill your fertile pussy with my come every day. You want that, Quinn? For me to fuck my baby into you?"
Jesus. That's so possessive, so unhinged, but damn. The thought of being filled with his seed, of carrying his child? I never thought something like that would do it for me.
"Yes, I do. Oh, Roman," I arch my back, pressing against his hand as he works his fingers deeper into me, "I'm gonna come again."
"Come for me, my beautiful wife."
The pressure builds, and my body is on the brink of release. With one final, deep thrust, I feel myself explode, my pussy clenching as waves of rapture wash over me.
He pulls his fingers out of me, our come mixed together, and brings them to his lips, licking them clean. He offers me his finger, and I suck it, fascinated by the taste.
"How's that for frosting?" he says, kissing me. "I don't know whether I prefer you glazed or cream-filled."
I laugh, then remember. "Oh, the buns!" I wriggle from his grasp and jump down from the counter, sending a plume of flour into the air. "They'll be about done."
"And how are yours?" Roman taps my ass lightly as I bend over to open the oven. "Looking kinda floury to me. And red. I can see every spot where my hand landed."
I pull on an oven mitt and take out the dish, setting it on a trivet. "You're a nasty man, Roman Kazanov."
He shrugs. "You knew this. And I did warn you—I like to leave my mark."
Roman's phone trills, and he presses my door buzzer, speaking into the intercom. "Great. Come on in," he turns to me. That's your breakfast. You better cover up."
A minute later, hidden under my robe, I return to the kitchen to find him unlocking my front door. He is wearing only my Cath Kidston apron.
As he opens the door, I see a woman about my age holding coffee and a brown paper bag. She stares for a long moment before clearing her throat.
"Um, UberEats?" she says.
"Thank you. Hold on." He wheels around to the coathooks and rummages through his jacket pocket, and the girl gazes in disbelief at his inked back and bare ass.
"Here you go," he says, handing her a hundred. She hands him the food, and he takes it into the kitchen, leaving me with nothing to do but stand awkwardly.
She glances from Roman to me, a shit-eating grin breaking out over her face as she backs into the corridor.
"Honey." She exhales through pursed lips. "Damn, have you got it made or what?"