Chapter 9
Emily
Holy Christ.
“I don’t want to ever stop,” I choke out as Roman mounts me on top and lies back, stretching, doing that thing where he laces his fingers and rests them on top of his head like he’s done so many times in the past when I’m sucking his cock.
But this is better. The pain still bites down low, but it’s less now, and I’m sure it’s chemicals or endorphins or just manic lust, but it’s a low throb and not close to raw enough to make me want to stop.
I spread my legs wide and roll my hips, watching this mountain of a man under me come unglued.
“That. Fuck. Do that again. A thousand times.” His eyes roll back as I brace my palms on the hard surface of his chest. His breathing is rapid and ragged, and I have a sense of power knowing I did that to him.
It’s the same rush I get when I’m riding a thousand-pound animal that could buck me off and stomp me to death if it so chose, but instead, we are racing forward into danger together as one.
Roman’s coarse hair is rasping on my inner thighs as I start to move, forward and back, forward and back, the sensation of being so full of him shocking and satisfying in a way I could not have imagined.
“God, you are perfect.” He growls as his hands come up to squeeze the flesh of my breasts, sending vibrations outward as I fuck through the two releases he’s already filled me with.
I hum, low and needy, in my throat, following his groans as I rock and buck my hips into our sticky, combined mess. His hips start to move with mine, and I think of all the times we’ve been naked together before.
All the times we could have done this. All the times I could have climbed on his massive morning wood, and broken my cherry, and made all the waiting and aching stop.
But this is better. He was right. I hate him for it, but I love him for it just as much.
“What are you thinking, baby?” His hands work my nipples, rolling them in his fingertips as he shifts under me, bending his legs slightly, forcing my clit down on the hard washboard of his pelvis.
The white lights start to twinkle behind my lids again.
“It’s dumb.” I shake my head, the weird thought that just flashed inside my brain making me smile through my horniness.
“Tell me.” Rough fingers cover my throat, just enough grip that I focus and exhale as boldness moves my body in ways I didn’t know were possible, Roman’s cock pushing into my belly.
“Just… We took all these pictures at the wedding. And everybody makes such a big deal about making sure they get pictures at the ceremony… but really, isn’t this the big show?
The part where you really start to belong to each other?
This moment...” I rock my hips up and back, up and back, faster, faster.
“This is what we should take pictures of. Right now. The blood and the mess and the sweat and all of it. This is where we become one person. Nobody ever takes pictures of this?”
Roman freezes as a click startles me from behind.
My head swings around as Roman’s grip on my neck tightens. “Don’t stop fucking me,” he orders, as my attention focuses on a man in a black suit holding a camera as he comes through the open door of the bedroom.
“How… That’s crazy, how’d you do that?” I stare down at Roman, then cross my arms over my chest and look back at the stranger invading our wedding night.
Roman moves his hand from my throat to my arms. “Ignore him. He’s here because I want to remember this forever. You thinking it at the same time I was making it happen?” He shakes his head. “That’s us, baby. So connected.”
I hum in my throat, raising my butt an inch, making sure I catch the photographer behind me. Liquid arousal floods out of me. Being watched is something I never considered before, but in usual Roman fashion, he knows what I like and wants it more than I do.
“Fuck me, wife.” He takes hold of my hips in a brutal grip, sliding them around to clamp on my rear end.
And I do as I’m told.
Fast and desperate and dramatic. I’m a drama queen, I know it, and certainly my soul mate does as well.
My veins fill with heated blood as I grind and buck and fuck, letting all the years of lust and denial out of me. I’m safe, even with a stranger watching. Maybe even more so, because there’s a thrill knowing if anything happened, Roman would protect me.
At all costs.
His thick flesh grows as I ride him. His hands are everywhere. In my hair, pulling me down to his chest as the flexing of his hips takes over, using me on top of him like a living sex doll, fucking, wet, hard, and fast as he tells me all the depraved things that are in my future.
My dark cowboy is letting himself go as well, and I can’t wait to receive it all. Be his everything like he is mine.
“I’m going to take such good care of you,” he growls in my ear, hand in my hair, pulling as his dick robs me of whatever virginity I might have had left. I vaguely hear the snap, snap of the camera moving around, and I see Roman bare his teeth at the man.
“You like what you see?” He bellows. “You’ll never have it. It’s all mine. Watch what only I will ever do to this body.”
In a flash, I’m in the air, and I feel his manhood leave my body, but only for an instant before I’m on my knees, face flattened on the rug as Roman slams into me with a roar, in one brutal thrust.
“You like getting mounted by the stallion, don't you? It’s breeding time for this mare, and buck and bite and kick all you want, I’m fucking you filthy until you’re full of me, whether you like it or not.”
My inner brat ignites, and I do just that. I wiggle and twist and kick, but Roman has me in his grip. He’s fucking through my fury, my tears, the years of holding all this back as the photographer catches every moment.
The mascara running down my face, the marks my husband leaves on my body. All of it, captured for all time.
God, I love it all. Being watched, being held down, being force fucked by my husband.
“Goddamn, Kicker. You’re giving Daddy a run for his money. I’m three times your size. You’ll never get me off this pussy. You better get used to living with a cock in your greedy little girl hole.”
His filthy words and the man standing in front of us, capturing our union, send me into that blissful nothingness again as Roman’s heat fills me.
“You love getting fucked raw by your Daddy, don’t you? Don’t you?”
I nod and come and sob and collapse.
His thrusts slow, but that doesn’t stop my body from quaking, or the world from shifting under my body.
My orgasm is a tornado, spinning and kicking up dust inside of me and throwing cows through the air.
Roman’s hands claw down my back as he roars his own release.
Our flesh is slapping, and my hair sticks to my face, his cock driving so deep, I’m blind and deaf as our pleasure binds us together in a way no piece of paper ever could.
When blood finally returns to my brain, the photographer is gone, but my new fetish for being watched by a man who knows who I belong to is deeply cemented into my pleasure zones.
My heart pounds as Roman’s last thrusts turn slow and soft, a mixture of us coating the insides of my thighs as he eases us down onto the rug, curling his massive body behind mine, his cock still stuffed inside of me as I clench around him, never wanting him to leave.
We lie there for a few breaths, his hands pinching the hair from my face, kissing my shoulder, biting me in sharp reminders of who I belong to now.
“What if my dad is mad? What if he doesn’t give us his blessing?” I mumble my old fear, sorry that it’s invading our moment, but also knowing this man is my safe place, and he wants all of me.
Even the hard parts.
“You’re mine. I’ll make sure I’m the man he needs me to be for you.
I want to be that too, baby. Why do you think I waited so fucking long?
Because this...” He bucks his hips, making me wince and hiss the throbbing memory of this being my first time as the lust haze clears.
“I can’t believe we put this off for so long. ”
“We’re family.” I moan, my hands going to my belly. “And maybe our family is growing right now.”
That thought sends warmth through me in a flush, and Roman pulls me tighter, arms locked around me like iron gates.
“I’m going to give you everything, baby. I’m going to love you, and take care of you, and feed you, and fuck you, and make your dreams come true. You just give me everything that is Emily Marshall, every day for the rest of our lives. That’s it. I’ll do the rest.”
“Okay.” I smile, settling into his possessive hold. “Our families are just gonna flip, and I just want everyone to be as happy as I am right now.”
“I can’t wait for us to be home. You leave everything to me, Kicker. Leave it all to me.”