Chapter 29 Sasha #2
“Can you feel that, Roman?” I asked, getting him in place.
“Can you feel how much I want you? How much I need you? Are you really going to tell me no?” I lifted my hips, pushing him into me just a little.
“I’m right here, ready for you to take. All you have to do is give in…
One inch at a time.” I lifted my hips higher, and the tip of his cock breached my entrance.
His eyes fell shut, and he let out a growl.
In the same instant, he grabbed my hips and thrusted forward, sliding into me until he was met with resistance that felt like a white-hot knife cutting through me.
My entire body tensed, and I let out a whimper that bordered on a sharp cry. He stopped instantly, letting the front of his body fully rest against mine.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he whispered, peppering my face with kisses.
I shook my head, excusing his apologies. I pushed for what I wanted, and even though I was in more pain than I ever experienced before, it was still what I wanted.
“Don’t stop,” I begged thickly, not even trying to hide the tears that were leaking from my eyes.
His brows knitted together as he looked down at me. “But you’re—”
“Don’t stop,” I told him, lifting my head to kiss him.
As he kissed me, he worked himself out and slowly pushed his way back in, moving a little deeper than before. And just like the first time, I gasped when that pain slashed through me. He felt my pain, and he wanted to ease it any way he could.
He didn’t stop easing himself in and out of me, but he broke our kiss and licked the tear from my cheek.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his hushed voice full of pain. His brows were drawn together, remorse etched on his handsome face.
I laced my fingers into his hair.
“I-I’m not.” I pulled his mouth back to mine and kissed him as he continued to move in and out of me, slowly stretching me and causing my body to adjust to his. And I wasn’t sorry. Even if there was pain, it was worth every second, because I was finally getting something I’d been dreaming of.
Roman filled a spot inside of me that I didn’t know was empty until he came along.
Having him inside of me made every emotion multiply.
I thought I was falling in love with him before, but finally I knew.
I wasn’t falling in love. I was in love.
There was nothing he could do that would make me change how I felt about him.
Things were complicated, but being together made it worth it.
The longer he was inside me, the more my body adjusted and the faster my pain eased away. At some point, the pain was gone entirely, and the only thing I felt was an abundance of pleasure.
Every rock of his hips had a shudder rippling through me. Every nip of his teeth had my muscles tightening in excitement. Every caress of his hands, every squeeze had me melting and willing to give in to his every demand.
I didn’t know my body well enough to know how to achieve what I needed, but he seemed to. Once I was at ease, he moved faster and more forcefully.
At one point, the headboard was tapping against the wall with every thrust and he had his hand covering my mouth to muffle my screams as I lost all control. His mouth skirted along my jaw before his lips were at my ear.
“Come for me, my pretty girl,” he whispered in my ear as my body began to tense for him.
In and out. So slow. So deep.
My eyes rolled back as I moaned softly.
“Spread your legs wider for me, baby,” he husked out. “I want to touch your soul.”
I let my legs fall open, and he shifted forward, going deeper. I let out another soft cry as he completely fused our bodies.
“Fuck, Sasha,” he groaned as he slowly rutted into my pussy. “Your pussy was made to be carved out by my cock.”
His words brought more fire to my body as I clung to him.
He pulled out and pushed back in before swiveling his hips to grind down on me.
“Oh my god,” I choked out. “R-Roman.”
“Mm, I like it when you say my name.” He sucked against the delicate flesh of my neck. “I think I’ll like it even more when you’re screaming it.”
God, he had a filthy mouth on him, but I loved it.
He pinned my arms above my head and stared down at me as he slowly worked my pussy over.
“Come for me, baby.”
Desperate for more of him, I shifted my hips upward as he teased me with his now shallow thrusts.
“Please,” I whined softly.
“Please, what?” He brushed his lips against mine.
“More. I want more.”
“Beg me,” he whispered against my lips.
“Roman, please. Please, fuck me. Make me come for you. I want you. Please…”
He rutted deeper into me. I dug my nails into his back, making him groan as he kissed me, his tongue thrashing against mine.
Heat built in my body. Roman, sensing it, moved a little faster for me.
“It’s OK,” he murmured in my ear. “Let go. You can come for me, baby. I want you to.”
I moaned as he worked my pussy with his long, deep, slow thrusts. He snapped his hips forward, and that was it. He hit something inside of me that had me moaning his name as my release rushed from me, dampening him and the sheets.
“There you go, there you go, sweetheart. That’s it. Come for me. Such a good girl,” he praised softly as the pleasure rolled through my body. I thought it would end, but he weaved it into another one, his cock striking a place deep inside my body that welcomed him like an old friend.
“R-Roman. Oh my god.” My body trembled beneath him as he continued his work on me. This man was a god in bed, and I was sure he knew it.
And the way he could talk me through it?
“Do it again for me,” he said, breathless. He slid his hand beneath my ass and adjusted me so I was tilted up a bit. His cock went even deeper into me as I moaned for him.
“Fuck, baby, every sound you make feels like it was meant for me.”
I closed my eyes.
“Open your eyes,” he murmured as he slowly chipped away at my pussy. “I want to see you come for me again.”
I whimpered, the heat building once more. Roman was going to ruin me. I knew it as I stared into his eyes.
Suddenly, he moved quickly, so I was straddling him, and he was on the bottom.
“Take it. Take it from me,” he groaned, his hands tight on my hips. “Come for me, baby.”
He helped guide me on his cock as I rode him. He let me set the pace, and within moments, I was bursting all over him again, my chest heaving.
“Fucking good girl,” he praised. “Such a good fucking girl for me. Keep going, baby. Make me come for you now. Ride me, Sasha. Fuck, baby. God.” His eyes rolled back as he continued to help guide my trembling body on his throbbing cock.
I dug my nails into his chest as I cried out against him.
His body tensed before his cock pulsed deep inside me, bare, his hands gripping my hips so tightly that I knew he was bruising me.
He slowed me to a stop, his chest heaving, before he rolled me onto my back, his dick still deeply impaled inside me as he stared into my eyes.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered against my lips before moving deep inside me again.
I let my eyelids flutter closed, his lips fused to mine as he began to move again, bringing me to another high.
Roman was pretty damn perfect too.