I slapped her arse in the same place, and the impact made her body rock forwards, my cock trapped beneath, weeping from the sensation.
“If you don’t like being a good girl, how do you feel about being called a bad one?” She nodded. “My dirty whore?” She groaned. “My little fuck toy?” This time, she whimpered, a smile curling my lips in reply.
I slapped her hard twice, once on each cheek, and then I massaged her reddening skin as her forehead fell to the bed, her body seeming to relax fully for the first time tonight.
“Get on your knees. I want to fuck that beautiful face.”
25
HANA
I droppedto my knees and stared up at Roman sitting on the bed as I ran my fingers up his thighs, parting them so I could move closer. My eyes fell to the tattooed fingerprints on his cock. I wondered if I should question whose they were or feel jealous because someone else had touched him before me, but strangely, I didn’t. I couldn’t explain it, but they felt like I’d left them there. I knew it was ridiculous, but right now, I could believe that this man belonged to me, my touch inked onto his skin.
Before I could overthink it, Roman buried his fingers in my hair and tightened his grip, the pain nipping at my scalp. “I want to make it clear, my little menace, that if you put my cock in your mouth, things will progress, and I will end up fucking you tonight. If you don’t want that, we should stop.” His eyes burned with something that looked like insatiable need.
I raised my brow. “Now, why would I want to do that?” He let out a loud groan as I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft again, marvelling at the fact my fingers didn’t touch.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asked, his words cracking as I began to move my hand up and down slowly, our eyes locking.
“I want you to fuck me.” I moved closer, never once looking away as I ran my tongue through the precum that dripped fromhim. His body tensed, and I couldn’t help smiling at the power I had over this giant man right now.
He released his hold on my hair, grabbing my jaw and holding me in place. “There are some things you should know.” My nipples hardened in anticipation. God, this man could tell me he’d sold my soul to the devil, and I wouldn’t care. I would give anything to have him inside me. I knew this was just sex, but the idea of Roman Black fulfilling my fantasies was all I could focus on.
“I don’t think I can be gentle with you. I don’t think I can hold back. I’ve tried. Those other times, I’ve tried, but this… if you give yourself to me like this, I don’t think I’ll have a shred of restraint left.”
My thighs were now slick; his words my undoing. I slipped my other hand between his legs, cupping his heavy balls, pulling another long groan from him.
“Good,” I replied, my words barely a whisper. “I don’t want you to. I won’t break, Roman, but I want you to try.”
“Jesus, you’re going to be the death of me.”
I winked, sinking down his length, the motion making his hands fist at his sides. He was huge, stretching my lips, my jaw aching almost instantly, but I didn’t care. I wanted to taste him. I couldn’t take him too deep, so I used my hand to work his shaft, while I licked and sucked his head, being rewarded with the salty taste of his arousal as his breathing increased and his body tensed beneath me.
Rolling his balls in my hand, I rubbed his taint, his hips bucking in response, making my eyes water.
A growl fell from his lips. “Take off the shirt.”
I shook my head. I didn’t want to move, my hands and mouth working in perfect harmony to push him towards the edge of his orgasm. I sucked in my cheeks, my mouth on his cock growing sloppy as I could barely swallow around this shaft.
“Oh, fuck, yes. Shit. Your mouth is magic.”
Like he was losing control, his hips moved with more vigour, and his hand braced on the back of my head, holding me in place as he fucked my mouth. My breasts bounced, my nipples scraping against the material of his shirt, teasing me until they ached. I longed to touch myself, but I also wanted to give him my orgasms. I wanted him to give me what I craved.
“Hana, I’m so close. So fucking close. I’m going to cum down your throat, and you’re going to swallow every last drop.”
I doubled down the attention I gave him, and he didn’t last long, thrusting his hips one final time before he came with a loud cry, thick cords of hot cum filling my mouth. I tried to swallow, but he came so much, it was never-ending; wave after wave, until it was dripping down my chin and onto my breasts.
Roman didn’t pause, pulling me into his lap and kissing me until I couldn’t breathe, and then he pulled away and mumbled against my lips, “I hope you’re ready for what comes next.”
26
ROMAN
Six years.
Six years of watching this woman. Of not wanting anyone else. Of obsessing, dreaming, fantasising about her and pretending I wasn’t, and here she was, on her knees for me, her touch branding me more than the tattoos ever did.
I’d warned her. Told her that I’d not be able to hold back, and I wasn’t joking. I think she realised that too as I stood abruptly, dragging her up by her wrist and ripping her shirt open.
