I moan.
He devours me as though starved, feasting on my lips, my core, my aching clit.
Within seconds, I’m a whimpering puddle, desperate for release.“Roman!”
“Come for me, baby.” he murmurs against me, dipping a finger back inside.
I moan at the intrusion, tilting my hips up as I fight to get even closer. He sucks on my clit again and I cry out, stars exploding behind my eyelids. My orgasm crashes over me and he growls between my legs, lapping at my release.
When the trembling in my legs stops, he draws back and disappointment flares inside me, but it doesn’t last long.
The next thing I know, he’s lining his cock up with my needy pussy, swiping the head through my slick entrance. “Are you sure?” he asks.
“God, yes.” I press my feet against the back of his calves, pushing him forward as he slips inside me. He freezes, no more than an inch of him inside me. His breathing is ragged, his gaze hungry, but I catch the worry there too.
Reaching up, I cup the side of his face, forcing him to meet my gaze. “I want you inside of me.” I tell him, “I need you to fuck me, Roman. Now. I won’t break.”
My words have the intended effect and he finally lets himself off his leash. Thrusting forward, he buries himself inside me with a grunt, quickly drawing back and slamming into me again.
One big strong hand wraps around the back of my neck, the other holds my hip, and I lean back, bracing myself on the desk and he fucks me.
His balls slap against my ass with each one of his thrusts, and he drives me toward another frenzy. A mixture of whimpers and moans comes from my throat to add to the wet slurping sounds that fill the room.
He dips his head, lips seeking mine and giving me a taste of myself. I moan into his mouth, surprised by how turned on I am, tasting myself in his kiss.
I arch my hips and he growls, finding a new angle and hitting a spot deep inside me that has my toes curling.
I bite my bottom lip, fighting back the sounds threatening to escape.
“Come on my cock, Allie,” he murmurs. “I’m not going to make it much longer.”
Reaching between us, he circles my still sensitive clit and within seconds I cry out, my orgasm shattering me. Roman thrusts into me, his movements erratic as my pussy convulses around him.
A harsh groan falls from his lips right before he pulls out and liquid heat splashes over my exposed stomach.
We’re both breathing hard in the now still room and Roman looks down at me with so much love and devotion in his eyes it makes my chest physically hurt.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he says, leaning down to kiss me. “And all mine.”
“Mmmmm.” I hum in agreement.
“I love you,” he tells me, pressing his forehead against mine.
“I love you, too.” My eyes stray to his hands, spotting the vanilla planifolia and anchor tattoos on the back of his hands. God, I love this man. More and more with each passing day.
Pulling back, he looks down at the mess we’ve made and crudely drags his cum from my stomach over each of my breasts.
I suck in a breath. “What are you doing?”
He grins before circling my nipple. “Marking what’s mine.” He trails his cum to my other nipple, giving it the same attention. I clench my thighs together, noticing his still half hard erection.
I lick my lips.
Roman catches the direction of my gaze and smirks. “Already wanting more?”
I nod, not bothering to hide my blatant desire despite the thorough fucking he just gave me.
He chuckles. Tucking himself back into his boxers, he zips up his pants before grabbing a roll of paper towels from the classroom counter.
