CHAPTER 34 FAE #2
“Jesus Christ,” he barks, going completely still as we both adjust to the stretch before he pulls out and drives back in. The sounds are obscene, my cunt dripping over his cock as the wet slide and his rough breaths only feed the heat building in my bloodstream.
“Your fucking pussy is so tight,” he grits out.
Thrust. “No, not yours.”
Thrust. “Mine.”
Thrust. “My pussy is so—”
Thrust. “—fucking—”
Thrust. “—tight.”
I scream as the thick head of his cock slams into my cervix, the sensation a brutal mix of pain and pleasure as a tight coil pulls every nerve taut. The angle drives him deeper and my breath turns thin, like the air has been stolen from my lungs.
Then I break.
Not gently, but all at once.
Heat crashes through me in bright, blinding waves as my muscles lock before melting completely. For a split second, I’m nowhere. No past, no future, no fear. Just light behind my eyes and his name caught in my throat as everything unravels.
I hear him distantly, swearing as he fucks me through it, but my body is boneless and my mind is gone. As his thrusts slow, he guides me back into myself before pulling out and turning me over.
Taking him in, my breath comes out in short bursts. Roman looks like he’s on the edge of losing control. My body aches deliciously as I’m forced to stay in the frog position, my jaw burning from holding it open for so long, but Roman… he looks feral.
His jaw is tight, his teeth grazing his lower lip like he’s physically holding himself back.
His pupils are blown wide, swallowing the brown until there’s barely anything human left in his gaze.
There’s hunger there, not casual want but something closer to starvation, I can barely contain the shiver that racks my body.
Roman leans in, teasing the folds of my pussy with his large fingers, brushing my sensitive clit until I throw my head back with a groan. He’s always insatiable when we come together like this and by the look in his eyes, he’s not finished.
I hear a snap before I feel cold gel spread over my pussy, and my gaze flicks to him.
He isn’t looking at my face. His eyes burn with lust as he watches the lube slide past my pussy to my forbidden area, his tongue dragging over his lips.
Slowly, he presses a finger there and I watch as his expression darkens with need as he breaches my taut muscle, fucking in and out with surprising care.
“Are you ready for me here, little one?” he asks, flicking his eyes up to mine.
I squirm as I realise what he’s asking. I’m having all of you, Fae.
I nod quickly, wanting his touch to burn away everyone else who came before him.
It’s not the first time I’ve had anal, but it will be the first time with someone I want, and with that feral gleam in his eyes, I know he’s desperate for it too.
Leaning over, he gently prises the gag from my mouth and I whimper at the stretch.
Roman is there instantly, pressing soft kisses along my jaw before claiming my mouth in something deeper, rougher.
I meet each stroke of his tongue with a hunger I didn’t know I had left, he groans as I swallow every sound.
His hands tremble slightly as he adds another finger, scissoring me open. It burns, the sensation sharp and unwelcome, my body tenses instinctively before he pulls back and slows.
“Don’t tense up, Tink,” he whispers against my lips.
“S… sir,” I rasp.
“Mmm. I want to hear you say my name when I’m inside this tight little hole. Do you understand me?” he demands, and I nod.
“Words,” he reminds me.
“Yes sir,” I groan before wiggling slightly.
“Relax, little one. Let me in.”
I take a slow breath, forcing my body to loosen as he works another finger inside me.
“Good girl,” he growls.
He withdraws his fingers and sits back on his heels. I lick my dry, cracked lips as I watch him reach for the lube, coating his cock generously. Panic flickers again at the thought of it fitting inside me.
Roman sees it immediately as he lines himself up.
“Breathe, Fae. I’ve got you. I won’t hurt you.”
Nodding, I take a steadying breath as he slowly enters me. The pressure burns at first. It’s unfamiliar and I instinctively push against it.
“I’ve got you… let me in,” Roman murmurs.
I force myself to breathe through it, to trust him, to trust myself. The stretch is so intense, it is almost too much, until something shifts inside me and the sharpness dulls into a heavy, consuming fullness. I feel his whole cock slide in and the sensation makes him pause.
“That’s it… you’re doing so well,” he groans. “You’ve taken all of me now, little one. Fuck… shit.”
“Roman,” I whimper, “please move.”
“Fuck,” he barks, pulling back before thrusting into me again.
It feels deeper than anything else, not just in my body but in my chest, in the way vulnerability blooms hot beneath my skin.
It’s surrender in its rawest form and when I finally relax into it, when my muscles stop fighting and start yielding, the sensation turns molten.
I get lost in the stretch of him as tingles radiate from my bum to my clit, leaving me barely able to form a sentence as I drift somewhere weightless.
Above me, I hear Roman muttering under his breath as he thrusts slow and deep, in and out, again and again.
“God, you feel perfect.”
“Let go for me.”
“I love you so fucking much it hurts.”
He said he loved me.
The words explodes in my chest as I let the feeling overtake me. Roman starts to fuck me without restraint as I give it back the only way I know how, through skin and heat. My body arches like it’s trying to fuse us together. It’s messy, rushed, frantic, but there’s nothing uncertain about it.
My heart is racing so hard it almost hurts, yet beneath the urgency there’s something deeper. Relief.
He falls forward and I kiss him like I’m sealing a vow into his bones, like if I press close enough he’ll feel what I can’t put into words. I love you too. I want to scream it. I love you so much it burns.
I feel his cock swell inside me, growing impossibly harder as the stretch borders on pain. The low timbre of his moan sends shivers up my spine as his face slackens with pleasure, his eyes rolling back.
It’s enough to push me over the edge again. My vision goes white and my body goes limp. Breathing hard, Roman collapses over me, his sweaty chest pressed against my breasts as we lie there, catching our breath. The last thing I hear before sleep takes me is another promise falling from his lips.
“No one will ever take this from us, Tink. No one.”