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It’s somehow sweet and degrading all at once.

I continue teasing him with soft, languid kisses as I loop a hand behind his strong thigh. Gripping his shaft with the other, I part my lips, letting his cock sink deeper. My jaw is stretched and saliva pools in my mouth as the gentle stream of warm water splashes against my cheeks.

I can’t imagine what I must look like right now, not at all the polished, put-together version I present to the world. Roman looks at me like I’m the prettiest sight he’s ever seen.

He tightens his fists in my hair. “Goddamnit, baby. You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that.”

His warning only propels me to keep going. I angle my head so I can take him deeper. Swallowing as I suck him down my throat, he lets out the sexiest whimper.

The rush of confidence that comes from knowing this man is unraveling at my fingertips is exactly what I need to finally stop holding back.

I release his cock with a pop. “That’s it,” I say, mimicking his praising words. “Be a good boy and fuck my mouth with your fat cock.”

“Jesus Chr⁠—”

His words break off as I dive back down, sucking him back down my throat so deep I gag.

The surge of power that I feel, catching him off guard and knowing I’m the reason he’s losing his mind, is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. Like a drug, it goes straight to my head, and I find myself desperate for another hit.

Is this how he always feels? Now I see why he likes it so much.

I slide my hand on the back of his thigh a little higher, grazing my fingertips beneath with a quick brush.

His ass cheeks clench, and his grip on my hair tightens. “Whoa,” he warns, clearly startled by my surprise touch.

I smile to myself as an idea begins to form in my mind.

I crane my neck to get a better angle, my head bobbing back and forth as warm water cascades down my face. His groans echo off the steamy walls, urging me on. My hand creeps a little higher, fingertips grazing his balls before gently cupping them in my palm.

“Oh fuck,” he croaks, his voice shaking and desperate.

I wish I could see his face. But I’m having too much fun to stop.

Massaging his balls with one hand, I fist the base of his cock in the other as I suck him deeper. His fingers tighten in my hair in an almost painful grip as he gently pumps himself deeper.

He continues to fuck my mouth as he sucks in a hiss. “Goddamn, baby, you take my cock so fucking well.”

I love how vocal he is, how he isn’t shy about saying whatever it is he’s feeling in the moment. It makes me want to see how far I can push him, how much better I can make him feel…

The warm water pelts against my head, masking his desperate whimpers and praising words in the steady stream.

There's something so raw about the desperate sounds that escape him, the way he gets lost in the moment, and fully enjoys every sensation. He takes what he wants, and there isn’t an ounce of shame about what it may look like.

And I think it’s about time I do the same.

Tightening my grip on his shaft, I swirl my tongue over his head and alternate sucking and teasing. His breathing grows ragged, and I sense he’s getting close. When I swallow again, he rises on his toes.

And then I slide my fingers from his balls and press my thumb to the flat skin just behind.

It all happens so fast.

A choking noise breaks out from his throat, and he violently ejaculates, the powerful stream hitting me square in the tonsil. The sensation makes my eyes water, and I jerk my head back, coughing to catch my breath.

But I’m not the only one caught off guard by the power of his orgasm.

As if his body has taken on a mind of its own, Roman lurches forward, and his head smashes against the wall. He lets out a groan, his hands flying up to cover his face as his cock pulses, shooting another powerful stream of cum.

I’ve never seen anything like it in my life.