3. Annie
ANNIE
Without thinking, I move close and press my hand to Roman’s chest. My blood pumps madly as I feel the slab of muscle beneath his shirt and the warmth from his body flooding my palm.
My gaze tracks down his physique. Down the massive build of this gigantic man, all the way to the bulge in his pants signifying his lust for me.
A tiny smile spreads over my lips as I take it all in.
Long, thick, and a tiny wet spot in his pants.
I may be a virgin, but I’ve done my reading, and I know what that is.
Precum. Roman is just as horny as I am. He wants to fuck me. And that turns me on even more.
Did I mention I’m a freak?
So this is what one of my fantasy men is like in person. He’s better. Way better. Roman is solid, unmoving. I can feel his raw strength in the way his body tenses under my hand, almost like he wasn’t expecting me to touch him.
This man is dangerous. He’s hurt people. But when I touch him, he swallows hard. His Adam’s apple moves, and his lips purse. And that’s when my inner sin takes over.
I lean in and kiss him.
An intoxicating wave sweeps over me. My vision blurs, and every nerve ending in my body sparks up like Christmas lights. I’m lightheaded and start to fall back, but Roman catches me. His massive, strong arm wraps around my waist, and he pulls me back to him.
Yes, this is it. Exactly what I wanted.
Our size difference has me drooling. The way he just grabbed me and held me like it was automatic.
The way he’s kissing me back like I already belong to him.
Suddenly it hits me—I don’t even know how old Roman is.
But he’s definitely not nineteen—thank God—or in his twenties.
Somewhere in his thirties, most likely. Maybe even more.
My womanhood clenches as he presses his tongue deeper into my mouth, grabs a fistful of my hair, and squeezes just enough to hurt. Using one enormous hand, he grabs me by the ass and lifts me. I moan into his mouth.
For a moment, I’m sure he’s going to carry me over to the bed, and I prepare myself to feel the nice soft mattress and blankets on my back. But I’m wrong. I’m so wrong.
Roman lifts me, spins me, and presses me face down on the floor. I gasp as my cheek grinds into the dirt and filth. I should be horrified and screaming in protest, but a spark of bliss overwhelms me as he grabs my panties.
With a single hard pull, he rips them in half and tears them off.
I gawk back at him over my shoulder as he stares down at me like a wolf, eyes dripping with hunger.
He grabs my ass with both hands and spreads me open, revealing everything.
I feel the threat of shame, but it disappears instantly as I’m engulfed by the thrill of being dominated. Of being completely under his control.
Before I can react, he buries his face in my backside cheeks. I cry out when I feel his tongue, just as hot and strong as the rest of him, causing my entire body to quiver as he drags it up from my pussy—hole to hole.
I’ve read about things like this in my books, but experiencing it is something else.
Growling, he plants kisses up my back, sending shivers up my spine. Then he lifts my T-shirt up and over my arms. I’m now fully naked for him and not a bit embarrassed. In fact, I feel liberated. I wish I had been wearing more clothes just so I could feel him strip them off of me.
He grabs me roughly by the shoulder and twists me onto my side, then takes my breasts into his hands, kneading them, rolling my nipples between his fingers.
“Your body is perfection,” he growls.
A new feeling hits me in the gut, lighting me up from the inside out. My jaw drops, and my eyes widen. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Not even close. And I love it.
It’s praise. Real praise from a real man who wants me.
“No one else has had you?” he asks. “Right?”
I nod effusively. “No one.”
He moves so fast I barely see his hand dart in and grab me by the throat. I swallow hard, but he doesn’t hurt me. He holds me with just enough pressure to reinforce what I already know: He could kill me if he wanted to.
“No one,” he repeats.
My body is on fire. My pussy is gushing, leaving a puddle on the floor beneath me. I’m living one of my books right now, and it’s better than any one of them.
“No one, Daddy,” I whimper, pouting my lower lip for him. His eyes blaze. I shocked him with that one. I even shocked myself. But it just came out—came out of nowhere. And it felt right.
All of this feels right. It is right.
“You know I was watching you?” he asks, spreading my legs apart with his rough hands. His calluses scrape my skin.
Heat flames my face. “Yes.”
He tugs the zipper down on his pants and pulls them down over his hips. “You love that, don’t you? Turning me on? Having that kind of power over a man like me?”
His hard, massive cock unleashes itself from his briefs, snapping to attention like the strong limb of an enormous tree.
“Yes,” I pant, speaking my truth. “I want you to watch me more, Daddy. Do whatever you want to me.”
With a grunt, he spits on the tip of his cock and presses it against my hole. “Anything I want?” he growls. “And if I want your cherry? I can take it, can’t I?”
I’m drowning in desire. My heart flutters in my chest as I nod faster and faster. “Yes! Yes!”
He tugs his shirt off, revealing a physique beyond anything I’d imagined. It’s so perfect it almost looks fake. Bands of muscles on top of muscles, veins bulging, rippling abs, and a sculpted chest that would make any bodybuilder jealous.
My blush spreads to my entire body. I’m red all over now. And what’s more, I want him so badly it hurts. My hips grind forward on their own, like my body is trying to take over and pull his cock into me.
“You want your first to be with the man who broke into your bedroom?” he asks, pressing his hips forward just enough to spread my entrance open with his swollen tip.
His words are a drug to me, spiking my longing for him into the stratosphere. I can barely think. All I see is him. I want him. I need him. Somehow, I find the mental capacity to reply.
“Yes.” My voice is barely a whisper. Barely a gasp. More like a moan as my breath shakes out of my throat and I pin my eyes to his. He licks his lips and almost smiles. He’s tasting your pussy, I realize as my hands find his waist. And that’s when it happens.
Roman drives his cock into me without a single bit of hesitation. He’s not soft, he’s not slow. He just gives it to me. Every single thick inch.
I cry out as the pain tears through me. As my pussy stretches around his girth.
My God. He’s going to hollow me out!
But behind the pain is a wave of the most intense, incredible pleasure I’ve ever felt in my life, far beyond anything I’ve given myself while playing with my pussy and reading one of my books.
My back arches off the floor, and every nerve ending in my body bursts like fireworks on the Fourth of July. Roman doesn’t stop either. He doesn’t give me a second to get used to his cock.
He just starts thrusting.
In and out, in and out. I can literally feel myself stretching around him, like he’s molding my body to fit him and only him. And he truly is enormous. Every thrust impacts my cervix, adding a tiny hint of pain behind the pleasure.
Maybe most girls wouldn’t like that, but to me, it’s like the cherry on top of the sundae. An extra little treat that sweetens everything.
Speaking of cherries…
“I’m a woman now, Daddy,” I whimper, mewling as he pounds me, one hand on my ass and the other kneading my breast. “You made me a woman.”
“My woman,” he replies, his voice low and firm.
I nod. “Yours.”
His strength is overwhelming. I feel so tiny and helpless as he holds me down against the dirty floor and fucks me. But at the same time, I feel freer than I’ve ever felt.
Roman doesn’t judge me. He doesn’t think I’m weird or a freak.
He just wants me. And that makes me want him even more.
“You like my pussy, Daddy?” I ask, moving my hands to his broad shoulders. I pull him closer, close enough that I can smell his sweat.
A deep growl rumbles up through his chest. “You have no idea.”
The feelings inside me multiply by ten. I wrap my legs around his strong waist. This man can’t leave me. He can’t go anywhere.
“Tell me how good I make you feel,” I plead, desperate for his praise. He’s fucking me faster now, so hard that we’re on the floor and the bed is shaking.
“Yeah? You want to hear that?” he asks, spanking my ass with his rough hand. I cry out, nodding vigorously. I want to please him. I need to.
He leans even closer so I can feel his breath on my chest. “I know what you want to hear.”
He pins me with his words. I stare up hopelessly, helplessly, begging for him to speak. His cock stretches me as he bottoms out inside me, his heavy balls slapping against my hole.
He brings his lips right up to my ear and whispers, “You’re a good girl.”
Yeah. That does it.
My whole body shakes like an earthquake rolling through me.
I may have made myself come a few minutes ago, but the orgasm that slams into me next is beyond anything I’ve ever felt.
All thought leaves my mind. My jaw drops, and my eyes roll back in my head as my pussy grips down on him.
To say I’m coming hard would be an understatement. I seriously think I might explode.
My legs tighten around his waist, and my nails bite into his back, but he says nothing. He just keeps pumping me, driving deep inside, hammering home the most intense pleasure of my life.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Take it. I know you love it.”
He’s right. I don’t just love it. I can’t even express the feelings flowing through me right now. Finally, as I start to come down, he grabs me by the hair and twists my face to his, forcing me to look at him.
But I’m out of it. I’m in some other world.
He slaps me gently. Just enough to snap me out of it.
My eyes focus on his, and I smile. God, what an Adonis. I couldn’t design a more beautiful man if I tried.
“That was…nice,” I manage to giggle. Roman kisses me deeply, and I kiss back. I may have just met him, but this embrace—it feels so natural. Like we’ve done it a thousand times.
He’s still fucking me. Slower now, but each stroke is filled with passion.
With intent. Threading his fingers through my hair, he turns me onto my stomach and puts the full weight of his body on my back.
A moan escapes my lips. From this angle, he’s somehow even deeper in my pussy.
It’s like he’s trying to nail me to the floor.
“I’m gonna come in you, Annie,” he grunts. It’s a statement of fact, not a request. “I can’t stop myself. There’s no way in hell I can pull out of this pussy. And I know you don’t want me to.”
He’s right. I shake my head in awe. Can he read my mind? “No. Don’t pull out, Daddy.”
His cock swells, somehow thickening even more.
“I’m gonna breed that virgin hole,” he growls, wrapping an arm around my neck. He grabs my breast with his other hand so hard I cry out. “I’m gonna fill you and breed you just like you deserve.”
Nodding furiously, I cry, “Yes, Daddy!”
His cock twitches inside me, and I feel it: a hot, warm, sticky splash of his cum.
And that’s all I needed. Somehow, I come again.
I’m hit with a sensory overload as my third orgasm of the night rocks me.
All awareness leaves my mind as I’m overtaken by pure ecstasy.
Nothing but physical stimulation. The only thing I can comprehend is his cock pulsing and pulsing.
I’m doing just what those girls in my books did—I’m milking him dry.
As I start to come down, I become aware of him kissing me all over. My neck, my cheek, my lips. He stays inside as he twists me onto my back and kisses down my breasts, sending delicious tickles throughout my body.
I giggle, drunk off the experience.
And as my vision unblurs and I look up at Roman, I feel secure. I feel complete.
I wasn’t afraid of real sex; I was just waiting for something. For someone. For this. For him. I doubt I could explain to my friends how what just happened to me was romantic, but to me, it was a dream come true. Literally.