Chapter 30 Roman
THIRTY
ROMAN
Being inside her was overwhelming in every sense of the word.
I was filled with guilt for touching her, yet the darkest part of me was getting off on breaking all the rules and making her mine. She felt better than I ever could’ve imagined. I thought back many years before, to my very first time, and I couldn’t remember it feeling as good as it did with her.
I thought I’d be sick with myself for stealing her innocence, but I wasn’t.
I would even dare to say that being inside her felt…
right, like the two of us were meant to be together.
That only deepened the confusion, because I thought I was supposed to be with Chloe.
It hurt too much to believe that maybe Chloe was just the means of transportation to get me to Sasha, the person I was really meant to be with, so I pushed my thoughts away and focused on enjoying every second I had with her.
I felt her come on my dick, and I nearly fell over the edge with her again as her pussy fluttered.
The way her tight pussy convulsed around me wasn’t like anything I’d ever felt before.
I loved watching her lose control. The way her back arched as she dug her fingernails into my flesh, how she couldn’t control her volume to the point that I had to cover her mouth to keep from waking up Sophia.
I could have easily come undone with her again, but I wasn’t ready for that.
I wanted to stay inside of her for as long as fucking possible.
I wanted to bend her over in front of me and fuck her from behind as I rubbed circles around her clit until she couldn’t stand it anymore.
When I felt her body go weak around me, I pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach to do just that.
She was breathless and inexperienced, so she had no idea what I wanted when I rolled her over. I slid my fingers between her legs and rubbed against her clit.
“Get on your knees for me, gorgeous.”
She didn’t hesitate even a second. On command, she pulled her knees up beneath her while keeping her chest on the bed.
“Good girl,” I responded softly, positioning myself behind her. Taking myself in hand, I pushed into her slowly. “I’m going to feel a little bigger in this position, sweetheart. Tell me if it hurts too much, but I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to stop.”
She nodded through her heavy breathing, but didn’t say a word, allowing me to slide deeper into her. I was over halfway when I began to feel her tighten around me, so I slowed to a stop and waited a moment before pulling back and pushing forward once again.
She was panting and whimpering every time I pushed her to take more of me, but she never stopped me, and she never complained, despite how much pain I knew she had to be in. She wanted every inch I had to offer, and I liked that she tried to please me.
A smile tugged at my lips as I pushed forward until my hips were against her ass.
She had her face buried in the pillows, but she was quiet until my hand moved to rub at her swollen clit.
I pulled my hand back and sucked on the tips of my middle and ring fingers, coating them with spit.
They were slick and moved with ease when I went back to teasing her.
“Oh, fuck, Roman,” she panted as her walls started to quiver around me. I knew she was on the verge of coming undone again, and as sexy as it was to watch her, I wanted her to hold off. I quickly pulled out of her and let my hand fall away.
She looked over her shoulder at me, her voice breathless. “Why did you stop?”
I smirked. “Trust me.”
I slid my fingers inside her and kissed her left ass cheek, and her eyes fell closed again. I removed my fingers and thrust back into her heat, giving her every inch all at once. Her back arched, and she let out a breathy moan.
“Shh, my sweet girl,” I reminded her, moving in and out. My index finger was still wet with her arousal, so I dipped into her ass as I slammed against her.
There was no warning. She came on impact. I didn’t have time to prepare myself. One minute, I was fine and enjoying teasing her, and the next, her pussy was convulsing around my cock, pulling me over the edge with her.
My brain stopped working. I couldn’t remember if we’d had the birth control talk.
I didn’t remember if she asked me to wear a condom.
All I knew was that I couldn’t hold off my release again, and I wasn’t wearing any protection.
I knew I should pull out, shoot my load on her lower back, or maybe even let my come run between her ass cheeks, but she felt too good, too hot, and so fucking tight, and I couldn’t force myself to leave her.
I fucked her until I’d emptied myself of every last drop again, and my cock was limp.
Then we both fell onto the bed, weak, sweaty, and breathless.
My mind was playing an endless reel, chastising myself.
All I could hear over our breathing was my own voice telling me how badly I’d fucked up.
Deep in my brain, I heard, You’re fucking sick for touching her.
She’s tainted now. She was innocent, pure, and now, thanks to you, she’s filthy. I should be ashamed of myself.
But I wasn’t. In fact, I had a sure-fire way to make those negative voices in my head shut up. And the moment my body settled, I rolled over and pulled her mouth to mine.
The screaming inside my head was instantly silenced.
She laced her fingers into my hair and rolled onto her side to face me, throwing her knee over my hip.
My right hand moved to her thigh, squeezing it as I slowly made my way up to her hip and back down.
The longer we kissed, the more I touched her, the harder I became.
In a way, it felt like my first time. I couldn’t remember any other time in my life when I came, only to be immediately hard and ready for more.
With her, I was.
I couldn’t get enough. But it was her first time. I knew she’d be sore just from doing it once, so I didn’t want to push her for more when she’s already given me everything multiple times.
I broke our kiss and looked into her green eyes, swiping a piece of her dark hair away. “How sore are you?”
She ran her tongue across her swollen bottom lip. “I’m fine.”
“Are you?” I cradled her cheek.
She gave me that sweet, shy smile I adored.
My cock throbbed. “You just said the wrong thing,” I told her, pushing myself up.
She rolled onto her back as I did so, and watched me as I parted her legs and positioned myself between them.
I had my hands on her ankles, and I watched as I ran them up her smooth legs, up her calf, over the knee, trailing my fingers up her inner thigh, causing them to tremble, and finally, my eyes landed on her swollen, blushing, beautiful pussy as my come started to leak from between her lips.
“You’re about to drop something,” I told her, pushing my fingers into her, shoving my come back inside.
Her back arched, she fisted the sheet, and her mouth fell open as she inhaled deeply.
“Let me clean that up for you.” I leaned forward just as I pulled my fingers from inside her. They were shiny and coated with both our releases. I pushed my finger into her ass as I dragged my tongue along her clit where I sucked her nub into my mouth. Then, another finger into her tight asshole.
She let out a loud moan and laced her fingers into my hair, keeping me in position. On the inside, I was smiling with her praise. On the outside, well, I wouldn’t let myself smile because my mouth was already occupied.
I sucked, flicked, and ran circles around her clit with my tongue while my fingers stayed buried in her ass.
I used my other hand to thrust into her pussy, my fingers curling in an upward motion.
It didn’t take long before she came undone again, this time her excitement came rushing out of her, soaking both the bed and us.
After seeing that, I had to come again. I was harder than before, but I knew I couldn’t fuck her the way I wanted, not yet, not without causing her even more pain in the coming days, so I got on my knees and took myself in hand as I looked down on her and the mess she’s caused.
“What are you doing?” she asked, watching me jack off above her.
“After watching you come undone like that, I have to come again.”
She looked a little proud as she smiled up at me. “But I’m right here. Why are you doing that?”
“You’re going to be in enough pain tomorrow. I don’t want to make it any worse.”
“At least let me help you.” She sat up, causing me to fall back. She sat between my knees and bent over, wrapping her hand around my dick and sucking the tip into her mouth.
My eyes closed, and my head fell back as a long moan slipped from my lips. Her mouth was warm and wet. She felt like home, and I couldn’t do anything but relax as she took what she wanted from me.
“Wait,” I told her after a moment of her bobbing on my cock.
She pulled back and looked at me with confusion, and that’s when I stood from the bed and held out my hand.
She took it, and I pulled her across the mattress and off the bed, leading her to the bathroom.
Inside, I turned on the water and stepped beneath the spray.
She entered with me but still had the look of confusion knitting her brows.
“I want to watch you. It’s much easier to do what when I’m standing.” I put my left hand on the wall to support my weight, and she dropped to her knees in front of me.
My head fell forward, and I watched as she wrapped her hand around my shaft and moistened her lips. She looked up at me from beneath her long lashes as she opened wide and moved my cock to her mouth.
She ran her tongue around my tip before pushing me to the back of her throat, and my balls tightened in excitement.
“That’s it,” I choked out, watching her green eyes fill with tears as she did everything she could to hold back the gag. She could only hold it back for so long, though. Eventually, her body didn’t give her a choice, and I felt her throat constrict around me.
“Fuuuck,” I groaned, watching the tears roll down her cheeks. Her long, dark lashes were wet and matted together as she looked up at me with my dick between her lips. That’s when my hips started to rock forward and back, fucking her mouth and throat.
My free hand fisted her hair, pulling her into my thrusts. She gagged on my cock over and over, but she never tried to pull away. She wanted to give me what I wanted, and it felt so good that I wanted to take it as long as she was willing.
I continued to bury myself deep until the spasming of her throat pulled me over the edge.
My release was strong, despite already coming undone.
I shot the first pump of my come in her mouth, but I pulled back after that, pumping my cock and losing the rest on her chin, neck, and tits.
I didn’t know how she felt about swallowing my come.
I didn’t want to force her to do it if she was against it.
My dick was completely spent and went limp nearly instantly. My head fell forward, and my eyes closed as my labored breathing echoed off the shower walls. My heart felt like it was about to beat out of my chest, and every muscle felt sore and tired.
I couldn’t remember the last time I enjoyed sex so much.
After losing my wife, sex wasn’t for fun or love anymore.
It was just a bodily need. If I went too long without getting off, my balls hurt too badly to focus on anything else.
Eventually, my body would attack in my sleep, coming up with some dream that would only hurt more later, like making me relive memories of my dead wife.
It would keep the dream going until I had a wet dream like a fucking teenage kid.
So I figured that if there were no escaping it, I’d at least have a few women who could get the job done for me.
I wasn’t ever with them because I wanted them.
It wasn’t because the sex was good. It was never anything more than getting a job done and not wanting to do it myself.
They were basically a full-service toilet.
If my actual toilet had that option programmed in, I’d use it, but unfortunately, man hasn’t invented that yet.
She stood, and I immediately wrapped my arms around her, spun her around so she was standing in the hot stream of water, and I rested my forehead against hers as I used my free hand to wipe my come from her lips and chin.
“Let’s get cleaned up and get into bed. It’s getting late, and we both have an early morning tomorrow.”
She nodded, and I kissed her softly.
I washed up, then stepped out of the shower so she could do the same.
While she was finishing up, I went to the bedroom to change the bedding.
I stripped the sheets and replaced them with a fresh set from the linen closet.
I brought out a new comforter and tossed the sheets into the washer to remove the blood before it had time to set in.
She came out of the bathroom, wearing one of my t-shirts, just as I climbed into bed.
I watched as she walked across the floor toward me, my gray t-shirt hanging to her mid-thigh.
There wasn’t anything beneath, so her hard nipples were prominent as her breasts bounced with her every step.
Her hair was wet, hanging around her face, the ends darkening the shirt as they absorbed the dripping water.
Her face was free of makeup, but even then she no longer had the look of innocence she once had.
I must have washed it away with my come that dripped from her chin.
“Should I go to my room or…”
I lifted the blanket. “Get your ass in this bed,” I demanded.
She smiled widely and climbed in beside me. I wrapped her up in my arms as she rested her head on my chest, and the next thing I knew, I was lost in deep sleep, her body wrapped around mine.