“Oh my gods, he thinks I’m crazy,” she whispered to herself.
Roman’s smile faltered. “Who?”
Violet lifted the flower crown. “I thought Cooper made the flower crowns, and every time you left one, I found him and told him thank you.” Roman pressed his lips together and his cheeks puffed out. “It’s not funny,” she wailed. “No wonder he gave me strange looks. He wasn’t embarrassed, he thought I was randomly thanking him for that first crown years later.”
“Why did you think a child made them?” Roman asked with a frown.
Violet set down the crown and covered her face. “I bet he told his parents how weird I am.”
Roman removed her hands from her face and cupped the sides of her neck, tilting her head to look at him. “You’ll be queen soon. Who cares if they think you’re weird?”
Before she could protest, he claimed her lips. The soft kiss soon turned heated, and Roman lifted Violet into his arms. “Let me take your mind off of things.”
Roman carried Violet to their room and laid her down on the plush bed. The look in his eyes set her body on fire. She’d never felt more alive.
Within seconds, he’d ripped her dress down the middle and shoved the fabric aside to take her in. “Beautiful.” Lowering his head to her left breast, he took one of her erect nipples into his mouth and tugged with his teeth.
Violet hissed and wiggled beneath him, unsure if she liked the pain or not. He ran his warm tongue over the stinging skin, soothing it. She liked it. Fisting his hair, she pulled him closer, his face pressing against her breast.
His deep laugh vibrated across her skin, and he sucked the peak into his mouth, gentle this time. The talented man alternated between sucking, licking, and biting. Using his right hand, he pinched her other nipple, then ghosted his palm over it to gently squeeze her soft flesh. Switching sides, he continued his assault, and Violet’s pussy grew from damp to soaked in a matter of seconds.
“Roman,” she pleaded and yanked on his hair.
“Tell me what you need, princess.”
“I—I don’t know,” she breathed. “I need you everywhere.”
Her glassy eyes found his, and a wolfish grin spread across his face. “If you want me in every hole, I’ll need to fuck that pretty mouth of yours while I eat your perfect cunt. Is that what you want?”
It is now. “Yes, please.”
Flipping her around, he maneuvered her until the world was upside down. The blood rushed to her head as it hung off the side of the bed, and she had an eye level view of Roman’s cock springing free from his pants.
“If I push too hard, tell me.” He waited for her okay before running his thumb across her bottom lip. “Open.”
Violet darted her tongue across her lips, catching the tip of his thumb, and opened her mouth. “You mind so well,” he murmured and grabbed his cock to guide it past her lips and over her tongue. His tortured groan made her grin. “Fucking hell, princess.”
Leaning forward, he ran his tongue down her stomach, to the juncture of her thighs. She heard him inhale through his nose and tried to close her legs. He tutted. “Spread your thighs or I’ll make you.”
Goosebumps peppered her skin, and more arousal leaked from her opening. “That’s my girl,” he praised and lowered his mouth to her pussy. Violet bucked her hips, which made her body scoot closer to Roman’s hips. She gagged, and he pulled his hips back to let her breathe.
“Eager to choke on my cock, princess?”
She could barely fit him in her mouth, let alone answer him. A thick finger swirled around her opening and dipped inside. Moaning around him, she gripped his muscular thigh with one hand and encircled his cock with the other.
An intrusion pressed against Violet’s back entrance, and she stiffened on reflex. “Relax,” he commanded. “You wanted me in every hole. Let me do my job.”
She released the tension in her muscles, and Roman worked his finger into her, pushing past her tight ring of muscles. Her body sucked him in, and his cock jumped in her mouth.
“I’m going to move now. If you need a break, tap my leg twice.” He looked back at her under his arm. “Tap once if you understand.” She tapped his thigh, and he winked. “Good girl.”
He descended on her with the hunger of a man starved. She cried out just as he pushed the head of his cock against the back of her throat. Gagging, she squeezed his thighs, refusing to give in.
When his cock pushed to the back of her throat again, she swallowed to take him deep, concentrating on breathing through her nose. Though concentrating grew difficult with his tongue pumping into her pussy as his stubbled chin rubbed against her clit.
His finger still worked her backside, a sensation she’d not yet experienced, and her body tingled with sensory overload. Her hips writhed beneath Roman’s face, and her thighs quivered.
A tightness built in her core, and she unintentionally sucked his cock harder. Roman jerked and pressed his face into her pussy, momentarily stopping. “If you keep that up, I’m going to fill your mouth until it spills down your face.” The barely leashed control in his voice urged her on, and she pulled his hips closer, sucking hard.
