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“Fuck, love. Slow down,” I breathed.
I rested my forehead against hers and held her hips tightly to stop her moving. I pulsed inside her and it took every ounce of my strength of will to keep repeating ‘stupid, sexy Flanders’ and stop me blowing my load before she was done.
“You going to cum, Lombardi?” she teased, rolling her hips and grinding on me.
My grunt was more suited to a Neanderthal cartoon than the throes of intimacy. “You keep that up, yes.”
Her lips trailed over my cheek to my ear and she whispered, “And, that’s bad how?” before nipping my ear lobe.
“Because it’s been a while since I came before the girl, Barlow. And I’m certainly not doing that to you.”
She rolled those hips again and I felt my dick throb again.
“Barlow, I am serious here,” I warned her.
“So, this becomes about whether little Piper Barlow can make the great Roman Lombardi lose his control?”
I dragged my hands up her sides agonisingly slowly. “I think we’ve long-since established that as fact, Barlow. Try again.”
She rocked her hips again and I moaned against her lips. She was entirely in control right now and I fucking loved it.
“Tell me, Roman, has any girl managed to make you cum before you were ready?”
I knew the rumours. I was supposed to be some sex god in bed, able to control the exact moment of my release so she got off as many times as I wanted. And look, I’d worked on it. It seemed only polite. I’d had practise, that had helped. But I was far from infallible, and Piper Barlow had my control on a very thin tether at any time of the day. She made me feel things, and not just physical things.
“You want the company line or the truth, Barlow?”
“What do you think, Lombardi?”
I thrust into her deep and hard. Just once. “Not in a long time. But this is far from the first time you’ve been damn close…”
She paused as she said, “Roman?”
“Piper?”
Something was swirling around us. Something with the power to break me. And I’d let it. For a taste of her, for a chance to be hers, I’d walk away a shell of a man and not regret a single moment. Her mouth opened liked she was going to say something, but then she closed it in a sinful smirk and rolled her hips on me again.
“You trying to prove something?” I asked her ruefully.
“Maybe.”
“Babe, you’ve already come top of everything I keep score of. You’ve got nothing left to prove. I–” I frowned as something hit me. “Damn it, not again.” She looked at me in confusion and I answered, “Condom.”
She moved against me again and I knew she wasn’t bothered. I would have done something else about it, but I trusted her implicitly.
“You make a habit of forgetting it, Lombardi?”
“Only that once with you…” I mentally kicked myself. “Twice now.”
“Then, what’s the problem?” she asked as she rode me. “Pill, remember?”
Maybe it was a bad idea. Maybe it was going to bite me in the arse. But fuck, I’d jump of a fucking cliff for her. I just wanted to be close to her. To feel her cum on my cock as she quivered against me. And I was in serious risk of blowing that. She was in serious risk of blowing that.
I slid my hand between us and found her clit as I thrust into her. “You’re going to kill me, Barlow.”
“No, Lombardi. I’m just going to rock your world.”
Fuck. Yes, please.
