I tease him until he presses me back against the wall, one arm resting on it above his head while he stares down at me, those eyes glittering with desire.
‘Open your fucking mouth, Maggie, and stop playing with me.’
God that sends fire right between my thighs.
‘Make me,’ I say before biting my lower lip. His other hand moves to my hair, tugging it back until I open my mouth for him. It doesn’t take much convincing, because when this feral side of him appears, I’m done for.
‘Tongue out,’ he demands. I obey.
Gripping his dick, he wipes the tip over my tongue, and I moan at the salty slickness already gathered there.
‘All these years I had no idea that you were waiting on the other side of the wall, so ready and willing to be used.’
‘And yet, here you are, still talking instead of fucking me.’
Before I can say another word, my mouth is stuffed full of hot, hard flesh, pinning me harshly between Roman and the wall. It’s a struggle to take, his girth stretching my lips until they ache, the head of his cock sinking deep enough to make me gag.
‘Fuckkkk,’ he moans, holding himself there while I struggle not to fight for breath.
In through the nose, Maggie. It’s been a while, but you can do this.
His gaze fixes on my face, a smirk lifting his lips. ‘Damn, you look pretty with your mouth full.’
Saliva pools in my mouth, but I can do nothing to swallow it.
‘But you want more, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes. You want me to ruin all this makeup and hair with tears and cum.’
Damn the consequences, I really, really want that.
I nod, and he lets out a laugh, pulling back and letting me take a shaky breath, before pistoning his hips and filling my mouth again.
And again.
I gag and splutter every time he goes deep, hitting the back of my throat. Fucking my throat. Watching him lose himself in pleasure has me writhing against my heels, seeking relief.
He kicks my legs apart with one perfectly shiny brogue.
‘No, Maggie. I want to watch you ache for the rest of the day. To sit through your father’s wedding with a stomach full of cum and a painfully empty pussy. I want you to spend the day craving to get upstairs, where I’ll fuck that sweet cunt until you beg me to stop.’
Holy fuck balls, if he wants me to avoid coming on his foot, he’ll have to curtail that language, because it does ungodly things to me. My pulse quickens as heunleashes a set of wild, unrestricted thrusts upon my face, fucking my mouth like it’s a far more pliable hole than it is.
Bracing my hands against his thighs, I try to control how deep he goes, beginning to struggle as he sinks deeper with each arch of his hips.
There can’t be much more of his monstrous dick, surely?
Sweat glistens on his abs, dripping across the large graze, and I move my tongue against the underside of his cock, craving his undoing.
Roman grabs my wrists in one hand and forces my hands above my head, pressing his body closer to mine as his hips jerk unsteadily.
‘There’s a good girl,’ he groans as he pins my head to the wall, leaving me no space to move while he roughly forces his dick as far as it’ll go.
I choke on the hot ribbons of cum that he shoots into me, his heady moans leaving me squirming as I take every drop.
The cum makes me cough, sending a torrent of it shooting out of my nose, and covering the skin between us. I’ve never been so thoroughly used, not so utterly desperate to be bent over and fucked.
I feel like a rabid dog by the time he pulls back and crouches in front of me.
‘Oh my god, Maggie. Did I go too hard?’
