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Who am I to turn down the request of a lady? I line up my crown with her entrance and drive in hard and deep. I nearly lose it at the sound of her pleasured howl, but I force back the sensation with a sobering thought.
Emberly Kay should enjoy her final moments of pleasure because I’ll make sure she goes out with a bang.
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Roman enters me with a hard thrust that lights up every nerve like fuses of dynamite. My eyes snap open and I cry loudly enough to echo off the walls. I knew he was big, but nothing prepared me for this incredible stretch.
My fingers tighten around the headboard as he draws back his hips, and the walls of my pussy quiver with anticipation. I’m so slippery and wet from all that foreplay when Roman slams back into me, all I can feel is raw pleasure.
This is fast becoming my favorite position.
I grind my hips back against Roman with his next thrust, making him groan. He leans closer, his chest pressing against my back, and his hot breath tickling my ear.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” he growls.
“Maybe it’s because you’re so big,” I say, my voice choked.
Roman pumps into me faster with shallower strokes. The hands that were holding my hips steady roam up my rib cage toward my breasts. His fingers find my nipples, teasing and pinching them until I’m clenching and moaning.
“Oh, God,” I cry.
“Guess again, sweetheart,” he says. “Get my name wrong and I won’t let you come.”
“Roman,” I rasp.
His large palm hits my ass with a sting that travels straight to my clit. I scream, my pussy tightening around his thick shaft.
“What did I tell you to call me?”
“Sir.” I gasp.
“Say it again, only louder.” He threads the fingers of his other hand through my hair and yanks my head back.
I squeeze my eyes shut and moan, “Yes, sir.”
Roman rewards me with an extra hard thrust that hits my g-spot. “You like that? You want more?”
Golden stars fill my vision and launch my mind into orbit. “Fuck,” I cry out as he slams into me again. “Yes.”
I’ve never been fucked so hard and so thoroughly. It’s a pity that the man giving me the best sex of my life is a mafia boss I never plan on seeing again after tonight.
He pounds into me without mercy or restraint, pushing me further and further into a space of pure euphoria. I never knew until this moment that this is exactly how I like sex—rough and hard enough to make me forget my name, let alone my worries.
Roman fucks me so hard that his balls slap against my clit with every stroke. Each thrust brings forth a burst of rapture that grabs me by the throat. My climax is so close I can barely breathe. If he edges me again, I think I’m going to die.
“You want more, baby? Tell me what you need.”
“Harder,” I say through a gasp. “Fuck me harder.”
He gives me exactly what I need, his thrusts growing more forceful. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, blending with my desperate moans.
Through all this pleasure, I can’t help but regret that the man I’d least want to get involved with would be the one to have the level of self-control to give me the best sex of my life. But I won’t complain. Instead, I’ll enjoy every second of this pleasure before it’s gone.
“You feel so good,” I say, the words breathless. “I never want this to end.”
Roman’s teeth clamp down on my earlobe, sending a jolt of pain that acts like lighter fluid on my already sparking nerves.
