Page 268 of Sin With Me


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He gets to his feet and quickly shucks his jeans and t-shirt off, leaving him in his black briefs, his tattooed body on full display. His thick, hard cock presses against the material and my mouth waters. After sliding my leggings down my legs, I shift onto my knees.

Towering above me, he stares into my soul as I kneel before him. This position should scare me, should bring back memories of that day, but it doesn’t.

Out here, with the sun shining and the blue sky reflecting off the crystal clear lake, I feel free.

Nothing can keep me here. Nothing can contain or trap me.

And with Roman’s heated but knowing eyes on mine, I know deep in my soul that I’m safe.

“Can I?” I whisper, shuffling closer.

“Jesus fuck,” he breathes. “It’d take a stronger man than me to deny you.” I smirk as I reach for the waistband of his boxers, but his hand catches my wrist. My eyes lift, finding his face serious. “You’re sure?” Licking my lips, I nod. His finger trails over my cheek. “I will not hurt you, Eve. Never again. You’re in control. Do you understand me? Always.”

I swallow, blinking past the emotion thrumming through my veins. “I trust you, Ro.”

Something about those words makes his eyes flicker closed as he releases a long breath. His fingers gently brush my hair back before palming my cheek. For a moment, just one moment, we breathe, letting the connection that’s always existed between us burn to life.

I know we still have so much to work through, to talk about, but right here, right now, I’m his and he’s mine.

Tilting my head, I press my lips to his palm, meeting his gaze when his eyes flick open. “I trust you, Roman.”

He hesitates before letting me go, and dipping his chin at me. “What are you waiting for then, Goldie?”

Just like that, the tension building between us snaps.

As soon as I slide his boxers down, his cock pops free, bobbing in front of my face. It’s so thick, so long. So perfect.

He kicks the briefs off, and I stare up at him, at his tattooed body that looks like it was chiseled from marble. Like he’s a god staring down at me, waiting for me to serve him.

No. Not like a god.

Like the Devil.

I grin as I wrap my hand around his shaft, squeezing gently. His thighs flex and he grits his teeth together, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. Slowly, I bring his tip to my mouth, my eyes on his, as I run my tongue over his head.

“Fuck,” he grunts, the veins in his neck straining. “Your mouth—fuck.” I take him deeper, swirling my tongue around and around his tip as I twist my fist, making his eyes roll back. “Like that, baby. Christ.”

I go until I hit my throat, but he pulls his hips back, his eyes hard as he stares down at me. “Not that deep, Goldie.”

Emotions bubble up, but I force them down. I know why he doesn’t want me going that far, why he has that crazed, almost panicked look in his eye. But right now, what happened with Isaac is the furthest thing from my mind.

I just want to make Roman feel good.

So, I bring up my other fist, letting it join the first as I stroke him, sucking him into my mouth enough to make his toes curl, but not enough to hit my throat. His hand rests on the back of my head, not pushing, just guiding, a calming presence to let me know he’s there.

“God, it feels so fucking good,” he groans. He’s holding back. I can feel it. His body is trembling, and he’s digging his fingers into his muscular thigh, trying not to lose control and fuck my mouth.

A part of me wants him to, but a part of me likes it like this. Gentle.

It’s different.

You’re in control.

Always.

“You look so beautiful,” he chokes out. “So pretty on your knees with my cock in your mouth. My pretty little Goldie.” His fingers gently twist in my hair, and I moan, needing more. “Once you’re done and you’ve swallowed all my cum, you’ll get a reward, won’t you? You’ll get my face between those perfectly thick thighs. You’ll get to come, and come, and come, until you can’t remember your name.”

I moan again, my eyes on his as I move my mouth and hands faster. Is it possible to come just by words? Because I’m fucking close. I’m so wet, I can feel it every time my legs shift.

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