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Ping.
Cha-ching.
Ping.
Ping. Ping. Ping.
Cha-ching.
Distantly, I hear the sounds of comments and tips trickling in. But the roaring pleasure in my body drowns it out. I feel like I’m floating between realities. Right and wrong. Heaven and Hell. Paradise and damnation.
Roman steps forward, his gaze tortured as though he’s feeling every confusing thought with me. His body trembles, his brows still knitted together. He’s sweating, his t-shirt clinging to every inch of his sculpted chest.
Fuck, he’s beautiful.
My eyes rake down his body, taking him in as I pick up my pace. My clit throbs, begging for release, and with every deep stroke, my ass pulses around the plug. My gaze latches on his hand, the one tightening impossibly harder around his angry cock.
Home.
His knuckles say home.
My eyes narrow and flick to his other hand, the one that’s shifted to hold up the base of his shirt like he knows he’s about to come.
Sick.
Home Sick.
Home Sick.
Homesick.
I choke out a sound somewhere between a sob and a moan and look away. What does that even mean?
I have to finish, have to finish, have to—
Fingers wrap around my hair and jolt my head back. I’m tugged up and out of frame so fast, I barely have time to scramble, keeping the toy plunged deep inside me.
“Eyes. On. Me.” His voice is a rasp so deep, it sounds like it was born in the pits of Hell.
I meet his wild, broken gaze, and the look I see there has me spiraling toward the edge. Need. So much need and desire, it’s practically pouring from him in palpable waves.
He jerks harder, bringing his cock to my face. It’s red and there’s a vein peaking out from under his massive palm that’s throbbing wildly. The tip is leaking, every rough swipe of his fist pushing more precum out.
“Roman!” I cry, the word tumbling from my lips as my orgasm crashes over me. It’s so hard and intense the scream is a garbled mess of whimpers and choking sounds.
My body shudders as my pussy clenches around the toy, my ass spasming around the plug. My hands dart out, gripping his thighs as the room spins. Before I can pull them away, his head tips back and a guttural groan fills my room as his cum paints my face.
I blink once before squeezing my eyes shut. I flinch with the first splash and shiver with the second. My cheek, my jaw, my lips and dripping down to my chest. It’s messy and all over the place and I should move, should punch him right in the cock, but I don’t.
Instead, I fight the almost overwhelming need to open my fucking mouth.
I don’t.
I can’t.
I can’t.
When he finally stops shaking, finally stops panting and releases me, I blink my eyes open.
