Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
But I can’t. I’m supposed to be following his orders and finding articles I find interesting and two profiles of other Dominants…
Who might be able to staunch this neediness I feel starting to overtake all other thoughts. Is it possible some other man could bring me pleasure, since Rome had taught my body how to harness those sensations like it didn’t know how to before him?
And it happened that one night. That one night when we drank an extra couple of rounds of sake with our hibachi dinner. When we caught a taxi ride home as we giggled stupidly with each other in the backseat, the Japanese alcohol turning us both into happy drunks. Then we had stumbled up the stairs to what was his apartment at the time, not ours yet, the exercise sobering us up a bit as we reached the landing and he unlocked the door.
Instead of going straight to the bedroom, where we’d have sex in his bottom bunk, since Bram made it clear along with a wicked grin that he wouldn’t be home that night, he dragged me over to the fridge and made me drink an entire bottle of water. Panting the entire way up the stairs had given away that I wasn’t the most in shape college student in the world, and it apparently set off a need in him to take care of me, at least to make sure I was properly hydrated.
And then my mind flashes forward once again, back to the moment where Roman hadn’t stopped his maddening thrusts when I’d asked him for more in a near scream—loud enough that every deity in existence had to have heard me, because that’s the only explanation for what came after.
Me.
I’m what came after.
Because with my voice still echoing in my own ears, having just thrown all my inhibitions out the window and begged this man to give me something I knew not what I was begging for, he fucking gave it to me.
God, he fucking gave it to me.
* * *
In a move so smooth I didn’t know the logistics of how it actually happened, he suddenly had my knees hiked up along his ribs, trapped to his sides with his bulging biceps. With his eyes blazing even as they were the darkest I’d ever seen them up to that point, he ordered in a tone I wouldn’t dream of arguing with, “Don’t even think about moving your hands from that fucking spot.”
And it was then it dawned on me my wrists were no longer trapped in his death grip. How could they be? He only had two hands, and they were both being used to hold himself at the perfect hover over my contorted body, nothing between us, not even the barest inch of flesh, to keep every millimeter of his long, thick cock from bottoming out with each thrust into my wet pussy. So wet in that instant it made quelching sounds I would be mortified by if I wasn’t distracted by this unfamiliar feeling taking root inside my body.
I got quiet then, hyper-fixating on that sudden warmth, a warmth that seemed to be growing hotter and spreading outward as the front of Roman’s body that directly framed his glorious cock smacked the mirrored perimeter of my pussy. Not only was he filling me over and over again with that big dick, but he was delivering a mind-numbing blow to my pussy each and every time. My legs tucked nearly into his armpits tilted my hips up in a way that had his heavy balls slapping the part of me just below where my pussy was stretched too far to actually be called comfortable. It was damn near abuse what he was doing to my perineum. Hell, call it abuse, but either way, it was a mistreatment my body registered as completely positive, welcoming the violence as one would normally latch on to any source of pure pleasure.
Then, suddenly, without my nails spurring him on, he sank as deep into me as my body would allow, and he swiveled his hips in a way that made me see stars when I’d scratch down his back. And with my hips tilted just so, his pelvic bone smashed against my clit, his eyes glowing with a passion I’d never seen directed at me before, he let a roaring “Fucking come!” as he ground against me so hard it should’ve hurt.
But as all those deities who were listening in as my witness, all I felt was pure, world-altering, life-changing pleasure. And I did exactly as he ordered, all while he snarled as his own pleasure wracked his entire body.
I fucking orgasmed like I never had before. Literally. I had never experienced anything like that one specific climax, the one that clued us in to Roman’s primal kink and my apparent need to be violently used like an inanimate fuck toy. It was so unlike anything before it that I questioned whether those few Roman had managed to pull out of me were actually orgasms.