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 jaw until it aches, 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 make-up and hair with tears and cum.’
Damn the consequences, I really,reallywant 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 he unleashes 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?’
My head twists side to side as I catch my breath, my chest burning after the best workout I’ve had in a very long time. I feel like I’ve just finished a marathon.
He trails his fingers through the cum and saliva that coat my face. ‘You’re one in a fucking million.’
‘Does that mean I can come?’ There’s no hiding how horny I am. I’m not above begging.
He reaches between my thighs and thrusts two fingers into my panties, finding me more than ready for him.
‘Not a chance. I meant what I said. I want you to sit all day thinking about this, and by the time I get you upstairs, you’ll be so wound up that you’ll be desperate.’
Every twist of his fingers has me seeing stars. Enough to have me rolling my hips, but not enough to finish me off.
When he pulls his fingers out of me, I could cry. Finally, he releases his grip on my wrists and pulls me to my feet, turning us to face the mirror.
‘Look at you. Such a perfect mess. I’m going to spend all day thinking about how you look right at this moment, so that I’m just as feral as you by the time this fucking wedding is done.’
