Page 62 of Deny Thy Name


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He stilled as he looked down at me, sweat pouring out of his forehead as I saw the very same need I had.

We weren’t done yet.

This was so unfair.

I shoved him back. He was so surprised that he didn’t know what to do until I maneuvered myself on top of him. He laid back, looking up at me as if I were a goddess.

The feeling I had every time he looked at me was one not many had. There weren’t many that met their Roman and in this moment of my life, moments before I knew we would die, I felt sorry for those people.

Because this was the best fucking feeling in the world.

I straddled him, guiding his cock into my pussy, slowly. Oh so slowly that his mouth was carved into an O as he watched his cock disappear into my warm wetness. I almost didn’t want to move again but I could hear them screaming outside for us to come out. I knew we didn’t have forever.

And if we were going to go out, we would go out on our own terms.

I began to rotate my hips, moving his cock around, inside of me, in a circular motion. His fingers dug into my hips as I began to rock back and forth on him, my hands on his chest, my nails digging into his sweet skin as I fucked him senseless.

On top of an altar in his church.

Jesus, save me now.

But no force lived that could take me from my man.

We were endgame.

As he got close, I felt his fingers tense around my hips. His eyes were glazing over as his mouth set in a constant O, awaiting his cock to explode into me.

I couldn’t wait to bring him to his metaphorical knees.

One last time.

My tears fell freely down my cheeks as I envisioned this being the last time I could ever make him cum into me.

He yanked me down and kissed me hard. His tongue shoved into my mouth violently, tangling with my own. A heated kiss to tell me how much he fucking loved me.

From feeling like a woman who couldn’t be loved to having this man love me for me. I knew I was his, and he was mine.

Two souls, entwined forever. Star cross’d lovers about to take their final bow.

I pushed him back, riding him hard, and fast, his cock bouncing around inside of me. Roman called out my name as his cum shot into me, hard, like bullets hitting my cervix with velocity.

I rode him until he fell limp against the altar and I collapsed on top of him.

My love.

My husband.

My all.

Roman

I watched with excitement as she pulled on her jeans, pantieless, and gathered her shirt. It was time. I could feel the tension outside mounting. They were getting ready to burst in here.

Our plan had to go off without a hitch so now was the time.

Verona would be no more.

My entire life would be erased, as would hers.

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