He chuckled lowly. “I don’t think you need it that bad.”
I pushed my hips against the head of his cock, hoping that he would lose control and just plunge himself into me. “You won’t make me lose control, Isabella.” He teased my entrance with his cock, pressing it harder against me. “You’re just making yourself hornier, giving me permission to play with this little pussy all night.”
“Please, Roman.” I breathed heavily. A wave of pleasure coursing through me. “It’s yours, Roman. It’s all yours.”
“What’s mine?”
“I’m yours.” I pushed my hips back further. “Please.”
He chuckled lowly again. “You’re sexy when you beg for my cock.” He stepped back off of the bed again and walked around it until he stood by the headboard. “Come here, Isabella.”
I crawled to him, watching him watch my hips sway from side to side, feeling my nipples brush against the bedsheets, smelling the sweet scent of mint waiting for me by the headboard. When I reached him, he flipped me onto my back, making me hang my head off the edge of the bed. The rope dug into my wrists.
He lightly wrapped his hands around my neck and positioned his cock on my lips. “Show me how bad my dear Isabella wants my big dick.”
I drew my legs closer together, my core pulsing. “Please, Roman.” I wanted to push a hand between my legs and touch myself. “Please I need it so fucking bad.”
He pushed his cock into my mouth and all the way down my throat until I couldn’t breathe. Then he traced the outline of his cock in my throat with his fingers.
Without warning, he thrust quickly and roughly into me. My hands clenched into fists, spit dripped down my cheeks, I gagged on his big cock and struggled against the rope.
“I love when that pretty little throat of yours talks to me,” he said. He reached between my legs and rubbed my clit in small, rough circles, making my legs tremble.
Harder. I wanted it harder.
Each time I neared an orgasm, he pulled his fingers away from me. He rested his forearms on the sides of my hips, spread my legs, and pressed his tongue against my clit. I gagged again on his cock, desperate to breathe.
“Don’t cum unless I tell you to,” he said. I nodded my head, and he continued to eat my pussy, his facial hair tickling my inner thighs. I clenched, knowing that an orgasm was close.
He inserted a finger into me, making a come-hither motion and hitting my g-spot. I pressed my lips around his cock, sucking him harder.
Fuck, it felt so good.
When he flicked my clit with his tongue, my legs instinctively jerked off the bed. He slapped my pussy harshly. “Stop it.” He growled against me. I whimpered out, not being able to hold it together much longer.
After thrusting his cock a few more times down my throat, he groaned and stilled inside of me, his cum dripping down the back of my throat. “Fuck, you suck my cock so fucking good.”
He pulled himself out of me, and I gasped for air. Spit dripped down my cheeks, into my hair, onto the floor, absolutely ruining me. He placed a finger on my chin, lifting it until my lips were pressed together. And in a daze, I swallowed his cum.
“Good girl,” he said, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. My pussy clenched. “Now, do you want to cum?”
I nodded my head.
“Use your words.”
“Yes, Roman.” I moaned out. “Please.”
He rubbed my clit softly. “Cum for me, Isabella.”
My legs shook around him, my breasts bouncing slightly as I released myself. I screamed out, unable to form any coherent words, then relaxed into the bed.
My body tingled, and I felt like I was walking on the clouds again. When I finished, I took a shaky breath. “Th-three.”
He pulled me back up the bed, so my head rested on the pillow next to him. Then he brushed his finger against my swollen clitagain. I struggled against the ropes, trying to pull my legs together. “Roman, I-I can’t.” I shook my head. “I can’t.”
Every part of me was too sensitive.
“You can’t?” He pushed his finger inside of me and chuckled against my ear. “But your pussy is already tightening around me again.”
