I tell him so, breaking away as much as he’ll allow to breathe out one single word. “Mine.”
He nods and dives back in, leaving open mouthed kisses down my neck before following the same trail with his teeth, sinking them in only deep enough to make me gasp in pain before pulling away and doing it again an inch higher.
My hands reach out, digging into his waist and savoring the hard muscles pressing up against me. Ilove women, but there’s something special about being with a man. There’s a level of passion when you’re underneath a man so much stronger than you, knowing you can trust him with your body, and he would cherish it like something special.
He pulls me off the counter, his hands a mirror of mine as they land on my hips. He places one more bruising kiss to my mouth before spinning me around and shoving my torso down across his granite countertops. Cold air hits my ass as he shoves my pajama bottoms down, grabbing a handful and squeezing before stepping away.
“Do not move, Roman.”
I lick my lips, the commanding tone in his voice making my cock throb almost painfully. “Yes, sir.”
He lets out a low growl and squeezes my ass again. I watch as he leaves me alone in the kitchen, the edge of the counter pressing into my abdomen and causing my overheated body to shiver. He’s back only moments later, a bottle of lube in his hand as he approaches me.
I turn my head to watch him walk around me, my mouth practically watering as he drops his shorts and shows me his cock already leaking at the tip.
He steps forward and takes my chin in his hand, squeezing it as his other hand comes up to stroke down my spine.
So gentle and so cruel all at the same time. I fucking love it.
“I thought I told you not to move.” His usually bright golden eyes are almost brown when he leans down, squeezing my face even harder. “Do you like disobeying me, Roman?”
I shake my head, and he immediately smacks my ass, making me groan out as my cock jumps between me and the island.
“Words, Roman. I need your words.”
“No, sir. I just wanted to look at you.” The words he wanted so desperately soften his features only a fraction, letting the love he feels for me seep through the darkness in his eyes.
He presses a gentle kiss to my forehead before moving behind me, one hand still stroking up and down my back. The kitchen goes silent, his presence behind me filling the air with unbridled tension just waiting to snap.
His hand stops a moment before his voice rings out, “I’m not a gentle man when it comes to sex. If that’s what you need then I’m not it.”
I try to turn around but his hand lands on the back of my neck, keeping me pressed down on the counter as his hips rub against my ass. “I don’t need gentle, Wylder, don’t you get that?” My voice drops into a whisper as I realize just how gone I am for this man, “I need you violent and demanding because the pain is how I know it’s real.”
The next sound I hear is a bottle cap opening. I spread my legs a little wider, letting Wyld’s lube covered fingers slip between us and rub against my asshole. He takes his time spreading the lube around, adding extra and doing the same before dropping the bottle to the floor and sliding a single finger into my ass.
The moan I let out is immediate. His one finger quickly turns into two and then three, but as grateful as I am that he’s making sure I’m prepared, I just want him to fuck me.
“I’m not scared of pain, Wylder, fuck me. Please.” I know I’m not hallucinating the desperation in my voice, but I don’t care. Ineedhim.
He slaps my ass again before his fingers arereplaced by his cock, the thickness nudging at my entrance. “So fucking disobedient, Roman.”
Before I can offer any sort of retort or apology, he’s slamming into me. I scream out as my body seizes up, my cock ready to explode from just one stroke. His pace never falters as I feel my ass clenching around him. His hand comes back up to hold the back of my neck, keeping my body still against the counter, and he slams into me so hard I know I’ll be sore tomorrow.
The pressure in my cock begins to build, my moans being joined by his own. I move my hand, trying to shove it between myself and the countertop to reach my cock, but his thrusts only get harder. “Only good boys are allowed to cum, Roman.”
I’m practically paralyzed by pleasure, his cock stroking every nerve ending as he thrusts in and out of me. I feel the pre-cum leaking down my cock as it cries to be relieved from the pressure.
My voice is already hoarse from my screams as I resort to begging. “Please, Wylder, please! I’ll be your good boy. I swear.Fuck!I’ll be your good boy, Wyld. Just let me cum. Please!”
His hand slides around to the front of my neck, pulling me up and away from the counter until my back is pressed against his chest. The change in angle makes him feel even deeper and somehow even more blood rushes to my cock now that it’s no longer trapped.
His breath is hot in my ear as he says, “You’ll be my good boy, Roman?” He follows the question with a lick down my neck, his tongue rough on my skin.
“Yes, yes, yes. I’ll be your good boy.”
My body jolts as his free hand wraps around my cock, tugging it in time with his thrusts. “Then fucking cum for me.”
I do as he says, my cum shooting out of me immediately and landing on his island. He groans at the sight, slamming into me once more until his body shakes and I feel his cum filling up my ass.
