Page 54 of Tis' the Season


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I move my hands into his hair, and my hips begin to move like they have a mind of their own.

“Oh God, Roman,” I cry.

“Be a good girl and come all over my face, princess.”

His tongue flicks and sucks my clit. Each time he moans, I can feel the vibration rippling up my body.

My hips thrust into his face. “Please suck it a little harder. Fuck just like that right there.”

The sound of Roman sucking and his moans and grunts make my pussy clench.

Broad strokes, those broad fucking strokes are making me want to…

“Fuck, Roman, I wanna come,” I cry.

His eyes flick to mine, darkening. My mouth hangs open as he begins to suck hander. I try to pull away.

“Oh, God, I am going to come in your mouth.” Groaning, my pussy presses hard against his nose.

He grunts and closes his eyes like he’s favoring my taste.

“You want me to come in your mouth?” I ask in shock.

He nods; his eyes fixed on mine. His tongue keeps …Oh God.

I look at him. I hold the top of his head and grind on his face. “Jesus, just like that.”

Roman groans, his nose flares, his cheeks hollowing with each suck. But his eyes stay on me like he was silently commanding me to come. My back arches.

“I am almost there, please, Rom,” I plead.

Then he bites on my clit, and I tumble into an orgasm.

“Oh, fuck, Roman…” Words fail me as Roman quickens his suction, and my world falls away.

I arch, feeling like I am about to crack my spine.

He draws back; his face is wet from me. I’m about to apologize, but then he wipes his face with his fingers and sucks them off.

I stare at him strips off his thermals, then his briefs. His cock bounces over his navel.

Fuck, Roman Voss is big and veiny and thick. The man is beautiful. He strokes his cock, as he moves to the bed.

He presses his knee into the mattress as he lowers himself toward me.

“I want to taste you,” I say.

He taps his cock against my pussy. “Next time, princess. Now welcome me in.”

I feel his cock move against my pussy as his arms surround me.

ROMAN

Her eyes roll back into her head as I enter her.

“Shit, you’re so tight,” I mumble.

“Don’t move,” she says.