At the sight of her bones going limp, Roman laid soft kisses all along her sensitive pussy, tugging one of the throbbing lips gently between his teeth with a smirk, letting it fall from his mouth with a soft smack. He pressed his hand to her heaving stomach as he placed more feather soft kisses on the skin outside her swollen pussy, and along her inner thighs.
“Roman…” She struggled to recall the English language as her hands ran sleepily through his hair. “You,” she breathed.
The simple word seemed to ignite something in him, and she gasped in a breath when he covered her body with his, stealing her breath with his weight. She accepted him, wrapping her wobbly legs around his waist and arms around his neck as she spread for his tireless lips. She moaned deep when he turned them, gripping her thighs in his big hands as she straddled him, bracing her hands on his heaving chest.
The feel of his fingers digging into her thighs sent another wave of moisture surging to her still throbbing pussy, and when she felt his heat pressing against the pulsating walls, she couldn’t help the animalistic growl that escaped her lips, and churned all the way down her body, across every bone, hypnotizing them, claiming them, sending orders like a maestro, until her hips were grinding down against his boxers. The bulge pushed the lips of her soaking pussy apart, and Angie was sure she could bring herself to the brink for the second time on just grinding alone.
But that wouldn’t be fair to him. The way he’d just put it down with only his hot mouth and tongue had been mind-blowing, utterly selfless. Busting a second nut on his lap when he hadn’t even reached the first would be beyond selfish of her. When she met his eyes and saw the appreciation there, the gleam of recognition at her being on the brink of her second orgasm, and not a hint of impatience, she realized she’d do anything for this man, and that she wanted to make him cum harder than any woman ever had.
Tucking her knuckles into her teeth when she felt a blush creep on her cheeks, she wiggled her ass against him while shimmying down his legs, towards the back of the bed. Her trembling fingers trailed down his long torso, trickling over the rocks his abs made, reveling in the warm tightness pulling against his soft skin. When her fingers skimmed past the waistband of his boxers and over his bulge, they both gasped.
She gasped at the weight.
He gasped at the glorious feeling of her touching him where he needed it most.
“Oh,” Angie gasped, again. Even through his pants, she couldn’t get her fingers around it. Her tongue soaked to taste what she held. “It’s huge,” she whispered, meeting his hot eyes from where he was craning his neck to watch her from the top of the bed. “How big is it?”
“Why don’t you see for yourself?”
She didn’t need much convincing and, with a coy smile, tugged the waistband down passed his hips. His length stood tall before slapping down against his stomach with a plop, searching for stimulation of any kind. Angie was barely able to get his boxers down his legs and off his feet in her haste to get back to that hard dick. She had it back between her fingers in record time, curling both hands around his heat until she was double fisting him.
Roman hissed, then emitted a sound she was sure was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard.
“Yes,” he gasped.
Even with her fists stacked, several inches of his meat went untouched. It was simply impossible to get all of it in her hands. The head was purple, throbbing, begging to be grazed, licked, sucked. Angie was happy to oblige on all three. Bending at the hip, she took the tip between her lips, happy to know he fit just as snuggly in her warm mouth as he did in her hand.
“Yes, baby, just the tip. Just like that.” Roman hissed, taking a chunk of her hair in a desperate attempt to stop himself from thrusting all the way into her mouth, invading the back of her throat, choking her with his screaming dick. By some miracle, he managed to restrain himself, using her soft curls as leverage, their sweet scent and texture a reminder to remain controlled. His words, however, he could not control. “I’ve wanted to fuck this mouth since the moment I saw you.”
Angie moved her lips up and down on his hardness, as far as she could go, while pumping the rest of him with both hands. She suckled hungrily, urged on by his nasty, whispered words, and the feel of him swelling even larger in her hands and in her mouth. How was it possible that this monster was growing bigger? Her eyes met his as she bobbed, smiling around his cock while sliding him in and out of her mouth, so entranced by the beautiful sounds he was making, and the sight of him on the verge of losing control, she almost didn’t want to relent when he took her shoulders and pulled her back up to him, crushing his lips to hers.
“I need it inside. I know it’s tight, baby. I need to feel it,” he gasped, his fingers disappearing in her hair as he made his plea.
He was leaving this in her hands. He knew she needed this. She needed to be the one in control, because she would surely be the one to spiral the farthest out of control once this was all over. Once she fucked him, she would love him even more than she already did. They both knew it, so he was allowing her to take the reins.
Maybe this was his way of saving face once he turned her down easy tomorrow, a way to avoid looking like a selfish prick, but Angie hardly had the capacity to care.
Smashing her lips back onto his, she reached between their bodies and took his monster back in her hands, parting her lips with the head of his dick as she grazed it against her drenched opening. She left it there, the thick head nestled right at her entry, and cupped both of his cheeks in her hands. His dick penetrated her slowly, so hard with his arousal that it didn’t need any further guidance as it snuck past her wet walls, which spread happily for him, ready for the invasion.
Their gasps met between their parted lips, but Roman didn’t thrust. Nor did Angie. They watched one another as their bodies did nature’s patient work, spreading, absorbing and accommodating, until his dick had filled her to the hilt.
The sensation was so amazing that neither wanted to be the first to move, for fear of losing whatever it was that was coursing through their veins. The feeling was enough to stop them cold, and was slowly overpowered only by their mutual hunger and curiosity.
Was it possible that this could feel any better than it already did? They had to know.
Angie was the first to find out, lifting her hips to the head before driving back down, screaming when it occurred to her that they’d yet to graze the surface. She felt out of her body, as if she were looking down on the two of them rocking slowly from someplace she hadn’t known existed until that very moment.
“Oh Roman,” she gasped, clawing her nails gently into his jaw as her hips got a mind of their own, bouncing rhythmically on his hardness.
She couldn’t help a cry as he took her waist and flipped her over. Her body immediately pounded for him, not having been prepared for his sudden departure. A sigh of relief split her lips when his body curled into hers from behind, the head of his hardness testing her walls once more.
He laced their fingers as he pushed in from behind, going deep with one thrust and carrying on the rhythm she’d started without missing a beat.
Warmth surrounded the tender edge of her earlobe as he took it between his teeth, thrusting mercilessly.
“Roman, I--I…”
“I know, Mama. I feel it.”
She turned her head and looked him in the eye.
He took her chin in his hand, trying to speak, but utterly unable to do so while her walls were contracting against him the way they were right then.
“Please… Rome…”
“Please what? Say it.”
“Stay deep,” was all she could beg, eyes fluttering shut as she came again, opening her green orbs only when he whispered his desire for her to do so, meeting his once more. She lost herself as beautiful tremors skipped over every inch of her body, clutching her fingers around his as she searched for balance.
“Look at me,” he whispered, beating his hips against the swell of her ass, his ow
n face moving to another place as her walls grew wetter, tighter—almost to the point of pain—as she came.
Angie’s hand came up and clutched the back of his neck, holding his eyes as he pounded her. “Stay deep,” she breathed. “Stay there.”
He pushed in, balls deep, lips parting as he unexpectedly hit his own peak. “Oh fuck.”
He covered her lips with his as he spilled inside of her, hips flexing tight with each strike, each shot. He lay his chest on her back, giving her all of his weight as he fired shot after shot. His fingers dug into her hips when the sensation almost became too much. Clinging for dear life, he was sure he’d leave a mark, but utterly incapable of controlling it.
Angie watched him lose any and all control, unable to believe the sight was ten times more beautiful than anything she’d ever concocted in her head.
And she’d concocted a lot.
His cheeks spilled with red as he finished, collapsing against her, so heavy that she fell onto her stomach. He followed, spent, barely able to muster up the energy to pull his dick out of her before burying his head in her neck, suckling softly.
Before she could stop herself, she laughed.
He lifted his head and watched. Almost instantly, a smile split his lips as well, followed by a deep chuckle.
“You’re nothing if not a man of your word, Roman Romanovsky.”
“Mama… you have no idea.”
***
“What time is it?”
Angie slammed her book closed and met Roman’s sleepy eyes, clicking off her reading light.
After making love, they’d talked for hours, both unwilling to end the beautiful night by allowing themselves to fall asleep. But Roman was only able to hold out for a few hours, passing out mid sentence with his head cradled against her stomach. She hadn’t had the heart to wake him. Thankfully her bag had been within reach, and she’d been reading ever since.
“It’s around 3am.” She’d become so captivated by her reading material that she hadn’t even noticed he’d woken up. “Did the light wake you?” she asked.
He rolled over onto his stomach, the California king bed barely long enough to keep his never-ending limbs from hanging over the edge.
“Nah.” He laid his chin on her stomach, tracing the designs on her lace bra with his eyes. “Who knew you were hiding all this…” he tucked his finger under the band of her bra, the one right between the swell of her breasts, and snapped it softly. “Under all those baggy jeans and sweaters?”
“Every woman has her secrets.”
He moaned his agreement, almost too sleepy and satiated to speak. “What are you reading?”
“Nothing.”
He grinned. “Do you and I really have any secrets anymore? I don’t think we do.”
“Fine. But you have to promise you won’t laugh.”
“I will make no such promise.”
Biting her lip, she turned the book cover to him so he could read it.
“The Tasteful Guide to Mind Blowing Blowjobs,” he read, before bursting into the cutest fit of laughs she was sure she’d ever hear.
“You promised you wouldn’t laugh.” She shoved him softly.
“No, I didn’t.” He caught her hand as she pushed him, kissing the back of it softly, keeping it in his hold. “I’m sorry but the words ‘tasteful’ and ‘blowjob’? In the same sentence? If that’s not hilarious, I don’t know what is.”
“Well, what else would they call it?”
“Anything else. Preferably something that makes sense.”
“Such as?”
“Anything. Anything that doesn’t include the word ‘tasteful.’” He snatched the book away. “And they had the balls to throw the words ‘mind blowing’ in there too? A tasteful blowjob will never be mind-blowing.” He flipped through the pages, scoffing with each short passage he gave the honor of his attention, before finally tossing the book across the room.
“Hey!” Angie cried. “That’s my book, man.”
“That’s some bullshit.” He reached a long arm up and pulled at the strap of her bra, hauling her forward until her face was a breath from his. He placed a soft kiss on her lips. “Don’t listen to that bullshit. Just listen to me. I won’t steer you wrong.” He kissed her once more, waiting until she’d all but melted onto her back, lying at the opposite angle he was, with her face directly beneath his. “Sex isn’t clean, or sterile, or tasteful.” His eyes went to her smiling lips. “It’s wet, and slimy, and dirty. It’s fucking nasty. It’s supposed to be. Anything else is a waste of everyone’s time.”
“That thing you did to me tonight was definitely all four…” She bit her lip. “And more.”
“What thing? Say the words.”
She bit her lip even harder.
“I want to hear you say it.” He watched her lips with a hunger in his eyes that nearly left her breathless.
“You… licked my pussy?”
“No.” He licked his own smiling lips, still staring at hers. “Not like that. You loved it.”
“The ego has landed.” She blushed.
“You loved it. Say it the way you felt it.”
“You licked my pussy, Roman,” she purred. “And there was nothing tasteful about it.”
His smirk grew into a full-blown smile. “There she is.”
Her blush deepened.
“That was hot,” he whispered.
“Yeah?”
“Hell yeah.” He laced his fingers with hers and brought them to his lips, kissing each one. “Fuck that book. I’ll teach you everything you need to know. I refuse to watch you spend the rest of your life under the delusion that sex should be tasteful. Or dull.”
She shoved him as he used Drew’s word, surprised when it didn’t even sting. She simply didn’t care that Drew had called her dull. How could she, when she’d spent the better part of the night getting turned out by Roman Romanovsky?
“And just for the record… you are the farthest thing from dull.”
“You don’t have to say that.”
“I mean it. Truth is, I kind of lost it with you tonight.”
Her eyes went wide. “I didn’t notice.” From what she could remember, he’d given her the greatest night of her life.
“I had a lot more planned for you. I just couldn’t get a hold of it. I think I was still in high school, the last time I lost it like that.” His eyes grew hooded. “You’re sexy as hell, Angie. And life is too short for you not to know that about yourself.”
“Well if I didn’t know it then…” She definitely knew it now.
“I’ll show you more,” he whispered. “Everything. By the time I’m done with you…” He didn’t finish.
She didn’t need him to. She wasn’t sure why, but something about his words nagged at her.
“I’m glad you’re here, Ang.”
“Me too.”
His eyes danced across her face, finding a new destination every second, each better than the last. Finally landing on her eyes, he pushed his hand into her curls. “I mean it. You’ve been a really good friend to me. I’m so glad you’re here.”
And there it was.
Friend.
It was as if her stomach had bottomed out the moment he said the word. The ugly the truth hit her like a ton of bricks.
This was why she hadn’t wanted to get into bed with Roman in the first place. He was leaps and bounds ahead of her when it came to stuff like this. In another stratosphere, even. Sex didn’t mean the same thing to him as it meant to her. He could look into a woman’s eyes while he fucked her, connect with her, cum inside her, and that would be that. He could walk away after, completely unscathed, with the stomach to call her his closest friend.
She couldn’t. She’d always yearned for him, and now that he was the first man who’d ever given her an orgasm, she breathed for him. Yet here he was—calling her his friend. It hurt. And now it was too late to go back. She was officially addicted.
She knew there was nowhere to go but d
own. Tumbling down, out of control, into a hot, fiery abyss of pain--an abyss that he seemed to hold squarely in the palm of his hand.
Henry had been right from the beginning. Roman would end her. Destroy her.
She was far from a lioness.
She really was a weak little lamb. Fragile and weak. Just going through the motions while waiting for a tiger to come pouncing in on her from behind.
She could see it playing out in the darkest parts of her mind--the beginning, the middle, and the tragic end. The bloodbath. Oh, blood would surely be shed. Her blood. Sure, Roman might get some of it on his hands, enough to be a bit of a nuisance, but nothing that wouldn’t eventually wash off in time. Meanwhile, her wounds would be all but fatal. There would be no coming back. She could see it all, with startling clarity, but she wasn’t ready to walk away.
Her humming body yearned to learn the rest of his tricks, what else he could achieve with that capable tongue, the noises he made when he was on the edge of burning release, maybe even the dirty secrets that constantly lingered behind those blue eyes of his. Those eyes that knew things she’d only dreamed about.
So she lied.
“You’re a good friend, too,” she said.
Her voice shook with every word.
***
The sun was high when Angie awoke. Roman’s warm breath tickled her neck from where he rested next to her, cradled on the same pillow, forehead pressing a gentle cavity into her cheek in his slumber.
She tried to slow her rapid breathing, tried to get out of her mind the very nightmare that had sent her eyes flying open.
She looked to the clock on his bedside table. It was pushing noon. Roman was out cold.
But she couldn’t stay asleep.
She never could when her work was pressing this heavily on her mind.
To make matters worse, she now not only had her work pressing on her mind, but also her heart. The way it felt to get eaten out by Roman Romanovsky. The way his dick felt moving inside of her. The way he looked into her eyes when he finished. The latter was enough to send her brain into a full-on explosion.
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