Page 10 of The Hitman’s Obsession

“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.

4

ANNIE

Maybe I’m crazy, or maybe I just made the best decision of my life. I’m gonna go with the second choice.

Roman is surprisingly tender as we lie on the floor, cradling me in his arms, his cock still inside me, stretching me. He strokes my hair as my heartrate starts to level out. The way his chest rises and falls with such control is almost hypnotic. Focusing on it helps bring me down from the clouds.

“This is actually real, right?” I whisper. “I haven’t been absorbed by one of my books?”

He almost chuckles. “I can assure you, I am real.”

“Good.” I lean into him, snuggling up to this man I just met. This stranger I let fuck me. This irresistible man who I let take my virginity, who I let put his cum in me. I inhale deeply. “You smell good.”

“So do you.”

I realize I’m on the verge of falling asleep when Roman slowly pulls out of me. The loss is beyond description. It’s like a piece of me goes missing. Watching him stand is like watching an art exhibit. The way each of his muscles moves in harmony with the rest. The precision with which he has sculpted his physique. The pinnacle of masculinity. There’s nothing this man could not do.

He looks down at me for a moment, and I twist my lips into a half smile.

“Want some water?”

I nod. “That would be nice.”

My eyes home in on his sculpted butt as he turns and walks to the kitchen. Wow, I cannot handle how hot he is.

I hear the faucet turn on and a moment later see him walking back, his thick cock dangling between his legs. He’s still hard. Not fully, but enough to show off just how big he is.

“I can’t believe that fit in me,” I mutter. He smirks and hands me the glass. I frown. “You don’t want some?”

“Ladies first,” he replies. So the dangerous stranger can also be a gentleman.

I take the glass and gulp half of it down. Roman looks down at me like I’m fragile. Like I’m something sacred. A comforting feeling comes over me. This man would protect me from anything. There’s no doubt in my mind.

“Every book I’ve read pales in comparison to what we just did,” I say.