ROMAN
This woman!
I had no idea where this unhinged moment would go, but this was not the direction I thought it would take: trapped between her wet with arousal thighs as my cock edged her folds, while she moved her hips back and forth, her bound hands grazing the top of my shaft.
“Hana.” I sounded like I was begging. And I probably was. For her to stop, for more… I wasn’t sure.
“Not as fun when you’re not the one in control, eh?” she challenged, her brattish side making another appearance.
“You’re going to regret that,” I said through gritted teeth, precum leaking from my cock as she worked me with her toned thighs.
“Oh yeah? And what’s the psycho going to do?”
I should hate the name. I was always made to feel like there was something wrong with me growing up—too big, too loud, too geeky, too threatening, too much. It’s why I got into so much trouble as a teenager and why I liked my life now. I got to be too much, but from the privacy of my house, behind a screen, down the lens of a camera. No one told me I was too much when I hacked into some top secret surveillance or followed someoneacross entire continents without ever leaving my office. Oh no, then my too much was just enough, but when she called me a psycho, it felt right. I was a psycho. For her.
And maybe it was about time I showed her just how unhinged I could be.
“Are you sure about this?”
“Show me.” Her voice was raspy, desperate, her breaths as stuttered and shallow as mine.
“Your wish, little menace. Remember that.”
I eased back slightly to give me some room and brought my hand down on her arse in a short, sharp slap, the noise drowned out by a roll of thunder that sounded like it was directly over the house.
Her arousal flooded the tip of my cock, which was still between her thighs; the sensation made my eyes roll back.
“Oh, you like that, do you?”
She twisted her head to look up at me, her pupils blown and her cheeks red. “Sometimes the best rewards come to bad girls.” Something flashed in her expression, but I was too turned on to work it out, so I focused on the task at hand: making Hana scream my name.
I brought my hand down again in exactly the same place, loving how her skin had turned a deep red already.
“Oh, fuck,” she cried.
I took hold of the base of my cock while I wrapped my other hand around her neck, pulling her against me so she was pinned there. We stood for a moment, her heart hammering as violently as mine. And then I moved. Sliding through her folds, covering my shaft in her arousal, mixing it with mine. She whimpered as I hit her clit with my head, and she tightened her thighs again, both of us wanting more from this bizarre dance we were caught in. She rocked, I thrust, she got wetter; I tightened my grip on her throat and edged her harder.
Her body tensed, her hands fisted behind her back as her legs shook.
“Tell me how you feel.”
She swallowed audibly. “So close, I’m so close.”
I tilted my hips, rubbing against her clit again and again.
“I need you inside me. Fuck, I want your cock inside me.”
“Beg.”
“You really are a psycho.”
“Beg me,” I demanded through gritted teeth, my own orgasm curling up my spine like smoke from a fire.
“Roman, I need your cock. I want to feel you fill me. Please.” I could hear the sarcasm in her words. Even now, this close to the edge, she was trying to play me.
I pushed her forwards so her upper body landed on the bed, and then I kicked her feet wider, taking a moment to appreciate how she looked: bound and bent over for me.
Like she knew I was watching, she wiggled her arse. “Please, Roman.”
