Page 11 of Stay With Me
Biting my lower lip, I crawl onto his lap until I’m straddling him and lower my aching, soaked pussy against his hard, thick shaft.
“You are an absolute wonder, Princess,” he murmurs as he cups my face softly. My eyes flutter closed as I sigh, leaning into his touch.
Roman is a big man. I feel tiny in his grasp, but I also feel wanted and protected. My eyes sting with the tender way he touches me. Like I’m something rare he doesn’t want to break.
But here’s the thing: while I love how he touches me, I also want him to break me. I want him to use me, to watch his face as he comes apart while he’s inside me. I want to be his undoing before putting him back together, and then I want to do it all over again.
“Thank you, Sir,” I whisper as he brushes his thumb against my lower lip.
His chest rumbles as he grips my hips with his large hands and pushes me down against his cock, causing my clit to grind on his erection.
He groans, and I whimper as a burst of pleasure shoots through me, filling every inch of my body. My hands grip his shoulders as I use him to keep myself upright.
“Oh, Princess,” he groans. “It’s taking everything in me not to throw you on that bed and fuck you like a dirty little whore.”
Holy shit. My pussy gushes at his words as a low whine leaves my lips.
His eyes flare to life, heat blazing back at me. “Is that something you would want, baby?”
“Yes.” I nod a little too eagerly. While I could get used to the softer side of him, when it comes to sex, I want the raw and real Roman. The one who loses control and takes what he needs, not just what he wants. I want to be what he can’t live without, even if it’s just for this week.
“Are you sure? Because I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop once we get started.”
“Take me, Roman. Do whatever your heart desires to my body. It’s yours for the week,” my needy voice tells him.
He slides the hand that’s cupping my face behind my head and tightens his fingers into a fist, making me gasp. He swallows up the sound as he pulls me down so that my mouth is fused to his.
Moaning, I let my tongue slip in and over his, tangling together like we can’t get enough of each other.
His tastes of whiskey and sin, my new favorite flavors.
When he breaks the kiss, I’m panting as I lean forward, searching for more.
He chuckles. “Eager little thing, you are. Fuck, Ava, you don’t know what you do to me, do you?”
“What?” I pant out.
“You make me want to sin, Princess. You make me want to do very bad things to your soft, untouched skin.”
“Do it,” I practically beg. “Roman, please, fuck me.” I rock my pussy against his cock. “I’m dripping for you.”
With a feral growl, he’s standing in an instant, my legs locking around his waist. He kicks off his slacks and boxers before carrying me over to the bed.
He tosses me down, my body bouncing with the impact as I let out a little yelp of surprise.
“I need to fucking taste you, Ava. I need your pussy on my tongue.”
I whimper, my body heating as my core pulses.I watch, eyes glued to Roman, his toned body driving me crazy. Roman stands in front of me, fully naked, and I’m in awe of this man. Does he know how fucking sexy he is? It’s practically pornographic right now.
He crawls onto the bed, his heavy cock swinging between his legs. I part mine, letting them fall to the side and giving him a full view of the wet material covering my folds.
“Fucking hell, Princess, you really are soaked, aren’t you?” I nod my head, watching as he grabs my panties and pulls them off me. He lets out a low growl, his pupils widening as he takes in my exposed pussy.
“Is this all for me?” he asks as he swipes a finger through my messy folds, causing me to let out a low moan.
He holds up his finger coated in my arousal, rubbing it between his finger and thumb.
“Yes,” I whisper.