“What’s my name?” I ask, brushing a kiss over the head.
Roman licks his lips and swallows. “Noelle…please suck my cock.”
“Good boy.” I smirk, watching him blink when I say the words.
When my mouth finally covers the head, Roman’s knees buckle. I smile at the power that I hold.
My pace is slow, teasing his cock, skimming close to the back of my throat without quite taking him there.
His hips begin to move. “Open that pretty fucking mouth wider so I can fuck it.”
I obey his command, allowing him to rock his hips forward, still teasing his cock away from the back of my throat.
I look up at him and the shadow cast over his face tells me that he is enjoying it. A hiss escapes him as I drop my hands from his cock.
I take his hips and pull him flush to me, finally allowing his cock to slide the back of my throat. My eyes sting watering instantly. My throat burns, stretches… but I fucking love it.
“Fuck, you look so beautiful with my cock down your throat.” His hips flex.
I pull away, coughing lightly trying to catch breath.
“You okay, princess? Is this too much for you?” he teases.
I take his cock back into my mouth, sealing my lips around him. Creating a steady rhythm, while flexing the back of my throat as he moves.
My mouth waters, and everything is getting wet around me—including my pussy.
I reach down and shove my dress aside. With two fingers, I begin to massage my clit through my lace panties.
“Fuck. Are you playing your with pussy, Noelle? Getting it ready for me?”
I don’t know if it is the fact that proper Roman Voss has a nasty mouth or the weight of his cock filling my mouth, but I am dripping, and my thighs are shaking.
“I can fucking hear it. Keep playing with that fucking pussy, princess.” Roman trembles, his knees buckling slightly. “I am going fuck your pussy, and I am going to fucking stamp it and make it mine.”
ROMAN
I pull her up to her feet. If my knees buckle once more, I will come on her. She called me a good boy, and I felt a zap of electricity move up my spine.
Dragging her in for a kiss, I find that I enjoy the tastes of myself in her mouth.
“Put your hands on the wall and spread your legs,” I command.
Noelle turns and plants her hands to the wall. Without being asked, she tiptoes, allowing me better access.
With one hand, I bunch her dress over her waist. The light blue lace boy shorts stretching over her perfect brown ass, is doing something me.
“God, you’re so perfect,” I groan as my hand smooths over her ass one cheek, then slides down her crack to her slick entrance.
“You messed up your underwear, princess,” I whisper, teasing my fingers back and forth over her pussy.
“Roman,” she moans.
“I know, princess.” The sound of tearing fabric fills the room.
Her boy shorts fall to the stone floor. I dip my hips down, rubbing my cock over her entrance, feeling how wet she is.
She whimpers, pushing back into me. “Roman?”
