Chapter 27 Hana
HANA
He didn’t hesitate, pushing inside me slowly but with force. It was perfect. Pain alongside pleasure, just like I’d always craved. My fingers scratched down his back as he pinned me with his weight, making me take what he was willing to give.
My head rolled back as a silent scream fell from my lips, Roman making the most of my extended neck, sucking hard over my hammering pulse. He muttered something I couldn’t make out as I struggled to fill my lungs, his cock stealing the air.
I lifted my feet back to the mattress, hoping that widening my hips would give him some more room, but it didn’t.
As if sensing my struggles to take him, Roman eased his hand under my back and tilted my hips, but instead of giving me more space, he slipped in deeper, dragging over my G-spot, making my toes curl.
I was panting, sweat covering my body in a thin layer, and he’d not even moved yet. I looked up to find his eyes locked on mine, burning with an intensity that brought a smile to my lips. This man was going to destroy me and give me a night I’d never forget.
“You feel like fucking heaven, Hana. You were worth waiting for.” Before I could question what he meant, he rocked his hips, and any thoughts I might have had evaporated in an instant, pure pleasure filling every space in my body.
He moved again, pulling out a little and pushing back in. The burn increased, sending a rush of arousal through me that Roman must have felt as he groaned, burying his face in my neck.
“You like my cock in you,” he whispered against my skin. “You’re taking me so well, my little whore. Like your sweet pussy was made for me.”
I cried out as he moved again, my orgasm already so close I couldn’t think straight.
I pulled his face to mine, and he swallowed my pleasure as he kissed me, our bodies moving together, skin against skin.
My back arched as I grabbed his bicep, my other bracing against his shoulder, and I hung on for dear life as he fucked me towards the precipice of a feeling I wasn’t sure I’d ever recover from.
My nerves were on fire, my core tightened, my pussy throbbed, coming so hard I drenched him with my cum as he rubbed against my clit and G-spot simultaneously, taking my pleasure to a level I’d never come close to.
Before I could come down from my high, he moved to his knees and lifted my leg to his shoulder, angling his cock so deep my eyes watered. “When I’m done with you, you’re not going to be able to unfeel me for a week.”
He looked like a god, his tattoos dancing in the moonlight shining in through the still open window.
His muscles flexed as he began thrusting again, his eyes bright and fixed on me with such intensity I had to close mine for a second, but my need to see him was too much and they popped open again, just as he turned his face to my calf, pressing a kiss there with reverence while he fucked me like he wanted to break me in half.
I braced my hands above my head, my breasts bouncing as he brought me to another orgasm just as intense as the first.
Roman swore and tilted his head back before his movements became less coordinated, and his cock swelled inside me, sharpening that edge of pain I liked to my already aching pussy.
Fucking into me one more time, he ground his hips, his pubic bone driving against my clit, setting off my third orgasm at the same time as he found his release.
He came deep inside me with a guttural growl that would be embedded in my memory forevermore as the hottest sound I’d ever heard, just before he collapsed onto the bed next to me, manoeuvring me so he could keep his still half-hard cock inside me.
Silence filtered into the room, our panting breaths the only sound as Roman cupped my cheek and brought my face to his, kissing me slowly and deeply, exploring my mouth with his tongue like he had all the time in the world.
I sank into it, my already boneless body melting from the attention.
Within minutes, his cock was hard again, and he rocked back and forth, forcing our combined cum to leak out of me at an alarming rate.
I slapped his chest playfully, and he finally broke away, staring down at me. “Does that thing ever go down?” I joked.
“It’s the first action he’s had in years, so I think he’s allowed to make the most of it.”
His words about me being worth the wait popped back into my head, but before I could ask him, he rolled onto his back until I was straddling this giant, tattooed man, and all conversation was forgotten as he fucked me into oblivion again.