Page 87 of The Agreement

Roman couldn’t resist it any longer. He wanted to know if his fantasies were as good as the real thing—there was only one way to find that out.

Karine seemed to read his mind, murmuring, “Come on, then. Fuck me.”

What else did he need?

Nothing.

Roman grabbed her thighs, yanking her back to the edge of the bed and pushing her thighs wide apart until he felt her muscles shake. Widening her thighs opened her sex for him, too, pink and fleshly and soaked.

Already, she was wet.

He used the tip of his thumb to drag that wetness at her slit over the lips of her sex, spreading them apart as she trembled underneath him. Every soft oh and please at his soft touches while he felt her pussy tighten against the pressure of his thumb against her entrance had him dragging in hard breath after breath.

And then he replaced his thumb with the head of his cock—throbbing, growing harder, he was so close to getting what he wanted. Yet, he still held back. The tip of his cock swept through her slit, from the wet, clenching tightness of her slit to her swollen clit that he’d just been teasing with his thumb.

Hot against the bare skin of his dick, Roman told her, “Sorry—it’s going to have to be raw.”

He hadn’t come there expecting to fuck—it wasn’t like he had time to plan ahead for this. It was what it was, and it wasn’t a careless mistake he’d made very often before. But he would tonight.

Happily.

Karine reached for him, dragging those fingernails down the path of muscles that made up his lower abdomen when she replied, “Lie, and tell me it’s better this way, then.”

He could.

Except ...

“It is better this way.”

He took her then, a hard flex of his hips that buried his dick nine and half inches deep into the warm, wet heat of her pussy. He could have been slow—or tried—but just the feeling of her slick walls stretching open to accommodate him would have been enough to make him nut had he taken his time.

Nobody wanted that.

Karine’s aching gasp echoed in the room when he’d filled her full, and she arched her body for him. Thrusting her hips up to pull him impossibly deeper, she watched him through lowered lashes when his hands came to rest on her hips, and he held her tight against him for a moment. She wanted him just as desperately as he did. It resounded in every tremor rocking through her tempting body.

But he wanted a second like this.

Deep in her.

Wet to his balls.

One hell of a view.

Roman stood at the edge of the bed with his legs spread wide apart. Hers remained open to him—for him. Pulling back until just the head of his cock had her tender pussy stretched for him, he pushed himself back inside with one quick thrust.

Not quite as hard as the first.

Still just as deep, though.

Their groans came in tandem when that second thrust was accompanied by a third, and then a fourth just as fast. He started the pace, and she answered him back with the music of her sweet sounds.

Her hiss sizzled with a low, drawn out, “Yes ...”

Roman wanted that voice of hers ringing in his ears by the time he was done. In that moment, all he wanted was to make her feel good. As good as he felt with tension licking up his spine as release teased the edges of his senses.

She was tight all around him.

Greedy in the way she moved on the bed, sliding up and down her sheets while he fucked her to get more of him.