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Roman caresses my cheek with his thumb, his expression pained. “Sophia, you don’t want your first time to be on top of a hard desk.”
“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t want. I’m on the pill. I want this.” I grab a fistful of his shirt and tug. He leans down so I can reach up and kiss him. I pour everything I have into this kiss. Sucking, licking, showing him how much I want him. Right here, right now.
I rub against him like a cat in heat, and moan into his mouth.
He snaps.
Roman’s mouth devours mine, feasting like a glutton. He effortlessly lifts me off the floor, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me across the room.
He clears half his desk with the swipe of one arm, the contents crashing to the floor, then sits me on top. We’re both breathing hard, hands and fingers fumble to undress each other, as our kiss turns sloppy. I expose Roman’s glorious chest, ripping the buttons from his shirt in the process. They roll across the floor and beneath furniture, never to be seen again. In turn, he tears off my thong, brutal and unforgiving.
“Is this what you want?” he asks in a husky voice, popping the front closure on my bra.
“Yes.” I lean back on the desk.
“Tell me. Tell me what you want.” His tone is low and raspy. “Say it.”
I reach for him. “I want you inside me. I want you to make me come.”
“Are you saying you want me to take your virginity, principessa?”
I nod. “Yes. Take me.”
Without another word, Roman releases his cock. It’s thick and veiny, precum oozes from the end as he strokes it up and down. The sight makes my mouth water.
“You have a decision to make now. Do you want this an inch at a time or all at once?”
I stare at his massive dick. I know it’s going to hurt, but I don’t care, this is what I want. After this first time, it should feel good. Right? Maybe. It is huge.
“All at once.” I meet his eyes. I’d sooner get this part over with so we can move on to more enjoyable things. Apparently, Roman’s of the same mind, because without further ado, he grabs my hips and shoves his cock all the way into my soaked pussy.
I draw in a sharp breath at the uncomfortable invasion. A dull ache and discomfort follows the initial sharp pain. He’s so big that I feel like, at any moment, my insides are going to burst apart.
Roman groans. “Relax, principessa. Eyes on me, and relax your muscles.” His thumb circles my clit, sending shivers of pleasure through my taut body, and I slowly begin to loosen my muscles around him. As soon as I do, that minor pleasure turns to ecstasy, and the pain begins to fade.
His cock remains fully seated in me as his fingers circle my clit. I arch my back, and he hisses, pinning my hips down with his free hand. He keeps me still while he works me up. His hooded eyes give little away, though I can tell he’s struggling to remain in control. He wants to let loose, and I want that too. Why won’t he let go?
Leaning down, Roman sucks and rolls my nipples between his teeth—my fingers spear into his hair—adding another layer of stimulation to my already overwhelmed nerves. I try to buck my hips but he keeps me pinned. His thumb moves faster, flicking my clit, until liquid heat pools low in my belly. The pressure builds and builds.
When I’m afraid I’m going to implode from the intensity, my orgasm crests over me all at once.
“Roman!” I cry out. Wave after wave of blinding, white hot euphoria washes through me, seizing my body.
“Fuck.”
Suddenly I’m empty. Roman fists his cock, pumping thick spurts of cum over my stomach and tits. The sight is erotic, but a strange disappointment hits me hard in the chest. I feel like something is missing from this experience. Why didn’t he come inside me?
He must see the emotion in my expression. “Don’t worry. One day I’m going to ruin your sweet little pussy, but first you’re going to beg me to do it. You’re going to tell me exactly what you want. That you want me to fuck you and come inside your sweet cunt. Only then will I fuck you until you forget your own name, and fill you up with so much cum that you’ll know who owns you.”
To drive home his point, using his index finger, he scrawls his name in the semen coating my stomach. A satisfied, possessive smirk appears on his lips.
I gape up at him. I told him I wanted him inside me and for him to make me come. He’d done just that. Only that. Nothing less and nothing more—except mark me with his cum.
I swearhot Romanandcold Romanare merging to becomefilthy Roman. Who is both hot and cold at the same time. He says the naughtiest things, satisfying me only enough that I want more, with the cold calculation of a predator on the hunt.
As usual, I’m never indifferent around Roman. Irritation, edging on fury, pulses through my bloodstream at his tricks. Why does he have to be so difficult all the time? Why does he hold me at arm’s length when we both know we want more of each other?
One day, I’m going to strip him of his cool, calculating control. Then we’ll see who’s begging and for what.
