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“I’m too close to the edge baby…I can’t stop,” He grits through his teeth and in the next second he’s flipping us, my back lands softly against the mattress. A pout forms on my lips, but dissolves into thin air as he swivels his hips, grinding his center into my pussy, stroking my clit and fucking me deep and hard all at once. Heat spreads through me, sizzling over every nerve ending. I thrash against the bed sheets and Roman secures both of my hands in one of his pressing them against the mattress above my head.
“I want to see your pretty pussy swallow my cock…I want to see you take it all, and milk every drop of my release…” His words, are filthy, so filthy but I need them. I want them.
I’m completely at his mercy, his cock spearing my body, claiming me with every penetrating stroke. An O forms against my lips…I can feel it, building deep in my belly…each time he bottoms out inside me, it grows closer, my impending orgasm is going to rip through me like an F-5 tornado barreling through the fields of Kansas and there is nothing I can do.
“Roman…” I scream his name as my thighs attempt to shut around his huge frame. The pleasure boarding on pain, as my pussy quivers squeezing him impossibly hard before sending a gush of release over his cock. He smirks because he knows my body, he knows just what to say to set me off into the sky like a rocket.
“Mmmm…so good, baby…so fucking good…” His thrusts grow harsher, and his breaths come out in deep pants, while his fingers sink deep into my flesh, likely leaving bruises. But I don’t care, he isn’t hurting me, he is loving me, fucking me with every fiber inside his body, and I love it. I fucking love it so much I want more.
I watch through hooded eyes, my entire body slick with sweat, and pleasure as he fucks me to reach his own release.
“Is this tight little cunt made for me?” I can’t even respond, my throat feels raw, another orgasm coiling deep inside me. When I don’t answer him, Roman thrusts deeper, swiveling his hips causing his cock to press against the sweet spot at the back of my channel.
“Yes…yes…” I cry out, feeling like I’m actually going to cry. The pleasure is too much, and not enough all at once. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and the coil inside my belly unravels sending me on a free fall of pleasure. I feel like I’m floating as my pussy squeezing his thick shaft all over again. Tears slip from my eyes, I feel them staining my cheeks, but they are not tears of pain. I’m just so overwhelmed by the pleasure and the love he is giving me.
“Tell me you want it. That you want my sticky come inside you,” He growls, leaning forward, pressing his body weight against mine. I can feel every single inch of him, and my chest constricts as I force oxygen into my lungs. “Tell me, baby…tell me you want it…” He nips at my earlobe, dragging his lips down my throat and over my racing pulse. There is no Roman and I.
It is just us now…forever us.
“I want it. I want you to come inside me. Please…I want your come deep inside.” At my words I feel Roman’s whole body flex, his cock seems to grow, throbbing deep inside of me while his grip on my hips tightens even more and it’s as if he was holding himself back, waiting for me to answer him. Ropes of hot come coat my womb, and I feel every single lash of them against the sensitive tissue.
A guttural grunt rips from his throat as he thrust inside of me one last time before he stills, barely holding his weight off of me. Every cell inside me tingles, and when Roman rolls us again I land against his sticky chest watching as his chest rises and falls at a rapid rate.
“I love you, Sophie,” he murmurs. “Was I too rough?” The fact that he worries if he’s hurting me when we have sex should be enough proof to him that he wouldn’t ever intentionally hurt me.
“No, it was perfect.” I wrap my arms around him, and secure myself against his body. I love him. I love him so much that I know if I ever lose him it will kill me. We have one last battle ahead of us…a chance to take my father out…to save a lot of people. And well I’m afraid to take my father on I don’t have anything to worry about, not with Roman by my side.
Chapter Fifteen
Roman
Sophie is already dressed, sitting on the bed cross-legged, watching me as I button up my shirt. She’s watching me so intently, as if whatever I’m doing is interesting to her, even such a mundane thing such as buttoning up my shirt.
