Page 41 of Heartbreaker

“Me too. It’s a requirement. I haven’t been with anyone since.” I tighten over him, though I’m too far gone to wonder if he can feel it.

“Fuck me, Rome. Please, god, just—Ahh!” I don’t get the chance to finish my plea before he’s shifting me, pulling his hips back, and sliding his cock into me. We both moan loudly at the feel as he stretches me so wide that there’s the tiniest hint of pain. It could be from his size, or the fact that it’s been a while since I’ve had a man inside of me, but as he pulls out and slides back in, all thoughts flee my mind other than how fucking magnificent it feels.

“Holy fucking shit, you feel perfect,” he grits out into my neck, echoing my thoughts as he pulls back and slides back in, fucking me against the wall. Weeks of tension between us are suddenly focused between my legs, and I’ve never been more turned on or felt more wanted in my life.

“Rome,” I moan, and his head dips, taking a nipple between his lips. I let out a gasp, head falling back to hit the wall as pleasure curls in my belly. He groans as I tighten around him, the vibrations moving through my breasts and sending me higher and higher until I’m teetering on the edge of my second orgasm of the night.

“Fuck this,” he murmurs, his lips leaving me, his hands tightening on my ass as he walks to the bed. Then he slides out for me and tosses me onto the mattress. A whimper escapes my lips as I look up at him, completely dismayed, but he just smiles down at me. His fingers slide through my pussy, gathering wet, and slide over my clit.

“Does my baby miss my cock already?”

“Yes,” I groan, my own hand moving between my legs, but before I make it here, his hand swats mine away. Then he shifts me, rolling my body until I’m on my belly and positioning me to my knees on the edge of the bed. My pussy tightens as I feel his warmth behind me, as the head of his cock slides into my cunt at the perfect height. A deep, pleased noise escapes his lips and has me tightening further.

His hand moves to my back, pressing me into the mattress as my hips stay up. “Fuck, Lana, your ass is perfection.” His cock slides in one, two inches, then back out. My hips push back, my body desperate for more.

“Rome.”

“Mmm, yeah. Like that, Lana. Beg for it,” he growls, and that desire intensifies with his words.

“I need you,” I admit, and he repeats the move, in and out, fucking me with just the tip. It’s an exquisite torture, but nothing less than I would expect from him. I look over my shoulder, then moan when I see his eyes locked on where we’re meeting, his lips parted, heavy breaths coming as if he’s torturing himself just as badly as he’s torturing me. “Roman, please,” I whine, and then his eyes lock on mine, flaring before he slams into me.

“Fuck, I love my name on your lips like that,” he says as he pulls back, then slams in again. I moan loudly, my back arching. My clit is swollen and throbbing even though I’ve already come, as the head of his cock hits my G-spot with each thrust. I move closer to the edge, the need twisting and dangling right out of reach. I slide a hand between my legs to reach the peak but barely get a single graze of my needy clit before a growl rips from his chest, and his hand is around my arm, tugging.

“No, no. You get what I give you, heartbreaker.” Then he reaches for my other hand, as if not wanting to risk it, before pinning both of my wrists together against my lower back with one large, warm hand.

I’m helpless like this. My ass in the air, my chest to the bed, my arms restrained, Rome powering into me from behind.

I’ve never felt more used.

I’ve never felt more turned on, either.

“Fuck, she likes that,” he murmurs to himself. “The way you just tightened around me, I think you like being held down like this, huh, baby?” His hips pull out, then slam back in. “Do you like being used like a dirty slut, baby?”

“Rome!” I shout, my body quaking with need.

“Tell me.”

“Rome,” I whimper as he fucks into me, hard and fast, then slow and deep, never doing either long enough to allow me to come.

“Tell me, Lana.”

“I like it.” I groan.

“Like what?”

“I like it when you use me like a dirty slut. Now fuck me like one.” The deep noise. That rumbles through him is nearly feral and has me tightening before he even moves. His fingers dig into my hips, and I moan, unable to do anything but lie there and take it, canting my hips with each thrust to take him further, deeper.

“Fuck, you look so good like this, Lana.”

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” I chant, “Harder.” He starts pounding in as I asked. It builds, harder and faster than ever before, tunneling through me, burying deep into my bones. I almost always need something on my clit to come, even just the barest of swipes, but with my back deeply arched like this, he hits my G-spot every fucking time, and it’s even better.

“Roman,” I whine, hips arching. “Fuck, Roman, I’m gonna⁠—”

“Oh, I know, baby, I can feel it. Fuck, you feel good. Come around me.” His words aren’t as much permission as they are a demand, and that does it. He has me tumbling over the edge, my mouth dropping open, and my moans of deep, overwhelming pleasure filling the space as stars fill my eyes. It’s harder and fiercer than any orgasm I’ve ever experienced in my life.

When I finally come back down to earth, his thrusts are less measured, messier, and an aftershock of pleasure runs through me. “Fuck, I’m gonna come, Lana. Where do you want it?” I tighten again.

“I…” I can barely think of the words, completely wrung dry, nothing but desire right now.