His towel hits the floor, and there he is, hard as a fucking rock, and so close to sinking himself inside me.
‘I’ve imagined you right here, wet and ready, your pretty cunt all pink and puffy. Just perfect.’
Roman leans forward, dragging the head of his cock across my clit. I’m lost to all sense, tipping my hips to try to claim him.
He presses the tip through my folds, resting it right against my entrance. I can feel it pulsing and want it inside me badly.
‘Fuck me,’ I breathe.
‘Do you have a condom?’
Fucking condoms. I don’t have any. And given that he’s a bit of a man whore we probably should find some.
But I don’t want to.
I want flesh on flesh.
I want him to cum inside me.
Given that it might be over when the real world hits.
‘I’m on the injection. Do you usually use condoms?’
‘Always,’ Roman says.
‘Then fuck me, Roman. Make me forget.’
He hesitates for only a moment, but there’s no holding back. He inches his dick into me at a glacial pace, watching my face with rapt reverence.
My mouth makes an O as I adjust to his delicious girth. His slow insertion is torturous, but when I greedily try to take more, he pins my hips, his fingers sinking into my soft flesh.
‘You’ll take what you’re given,’ he growls.
And. I’m. Fucking. Soaked.
‘Please?’ I beg, squirming beneath him.
At last, his will-power broke.
With one solid thrust, he fills me until I fear I’ll burst, holding me tight as I shudder from the sudden fullness.
He doesn’t even make two more strokes before I lose control, my pussy tightening around him as I cry out.
‘Damn, Maggie,’ he moans. ‘I’m just getting started.’
I can’t answer for the absolute bliss flooding my system.
THIRTY-TWO
ROMAN
Fucking hell.
I’m barely inside her before her cunt starts strangling my dick, red flushing up past her pretty tits as she quivers.
There’s little sweeter I’ve seen than the sight of her losing control.
Giving up control.
