16. Roman #2
Breathing heavily, I force myself to slow down.
This is not something I want to rush, even though every nerve in my body is screaming for it.
I brace one hand next to her face, taking in her flushed cheeks and lush lips as I wrap my other around her throat, squeezing just enough that she becomes lightheaded.
I have to swallow hard to keep from losing myself too quickly.
“Look at you. You were made to be undone by me, every sound, every shiver is mine. I am going to mark this pussy with my cum and you are going to thank me.”
“Jesus, Roman, use a con… condom,” she splutters. I slow my thrusts, taking a breath but still holding her body bound and taut.
“Listen to me carefully, Fae, I will never fuck you with a condom on. Get that notion out of your head now. Every time you cum, it is to cover my dick. Every time I cum, I will be marking,” thrust, “my,” thrust, “territory,” thrust.
“Look at me,” I murmur, my voice rougher than I intended it to be. I need to see that she is here with me, not drifting away on sensation alone.
My hand squeezes tighter, cutting off her air as my pace picks up and I feel her channel squeeze me. Moving my free hand to her clit, I softly caress it in a figure-of-eight motion. Her eyes drop and her body becomes slack with the lack of oxygen.
Pulling my hand free from her neck, I see her take a large breath in as I bark, “Cum for me.”
Fae’s orgasm takes over her, her cunt soaking my dick as she shatters underneath me.
It’s the closeness, the intimacy. The very thing I hate anyone else trying to do to me, I welcome with open arms for her.
I have taken a lot in my life. Claimed plenty.
But this… this feels different. Like somehow, she is taking me too.
I dip my forehead and press a chaste kiss as I watch her grapple with reality. Our breaths tangle in heaving gasps as I keep fucking her through her orgasm. The way her cunt squeezes me makes me want to explode.
“Ro,” she whimpers. “I… I can’t do anymore.”
“You can,” I growl, leaning back.
I throw her legs over my shoulder and hold her hips.
My fingers dig into the fleshy part and the thought of leaving bruises makes me feral.
I pound harder as she arches her back again, screaming out with the new angle.
I am hyper aware of every sound she makes, every subtle change in her breathing.
Each one lands like a spark to dry tinder.
My jaw tightens as I fight the urge to cum.
“That’s it. Take it,” I grit out through my teeth, slamming into her over and over again.
“Take my fat cock, Tinkerbell.” Her luscious tits bounce all over the place as I reach up and pinch one aggressively.
“This pussy is mine,” thrust, “these tits are mine,” thrust, “this mouth is mine.”
I shove my fingers in the back of her mouth as she gags around them.
The headboard bangs on the wall as the mix of her gagging and moans fill the air.
My fingers thrust into her mouth at the same speed my cock thrusts into her cunt.
The vibration of the plug is too much for me as I feel her pussy grab me harder than before.
I moan at the new sensation. My head tilts to the ceiling as I lose the last of my willpower.
Pumping my seed deep inside her, I shout her name like a prayer as she cries out and follows me over the edge.
“Take my cum, little one. Take it deep,” I snarl, looking back down so I don’t miss any detail of her face when she orgasms. “I am going to keep you so full of my cum, you’ll be having my baby in no time.”
She moans at that and I chuckle. Her eyes are glassy as her body lies limp. We stay locked together, our breathing matching as we try to bring oxygen back into our bodies. I gently massage her legs, starting at her ankle by my ears and making my way up as I watch my dick soften in her pussy.
Placing a small kiss at the nape of her neck, I pull out and watch with sick fascination as my seed runs down her thigh.
The thought of her belly swollen with my baby makes my limp cock twitch at the prospect.
Leaning down, I rub my cum into her thighs, moving higher and stuffing some back into her cute little pussy.
After forcing her to drink loads of water and cleaning her, I pull her back into my body and hold her close.
We lie there in perfect silence, taking in each other’s breath.
She tilts her head and looks at me as I look down and stroke her cheek.
A vulnerable look is back in her eye as she bites her lip.
I pull it from her teeth and rub my finger gently across where she marked herself.
The only marks on her body should come from me.
It’s irrational, I know, but nothing about being with Fae makes me feel rational.
“Thank you,” she whispers which makes me jolt out of my thoughts.
Pushing her onto her back in a quick movement, I settle between her thighs and use my body to trap her on the mattress. I grab either side of her face in a soft yet unyielding grip and lean in close, so she has no excuse but to focus on me.
“Listen to me, Fae. You never have to thank me…do you understand?” I pause at the hitch in her breath before leaning in closer, so my mouth hovers over hers and we are sharing each other’s breaths.
“I would burn the world down to keep you safe Tinkerbell,” I whisper, “but if you decided you wanted to strike the match, I’d steady your hand and make sure it hurt them exactly how you intended it too. You will never face the fire alone. Not while I’m breathing.”