Page 13 of Stay With Me
He doesn’t ask to see them; my words are the only confirmation he needs. He grips my right thigh with the hand that’s not around my throat, hiking it up on his hip. He notches the tip of his cock against my entrance and surges forward, slamming into me in one thrust.
The air is knocked out of my lungs as my eyes widen, followed by a scream—or is it a moan? Doesn’t matter because I can’t think straight. I’m drenched, so there’s more than enough lubrication. It helps so much because Roman’s cock is huge, stretching my pussy to accommodate his size.
“Shhhh,” he soothes. “You can take it. I know you can. Look at this pussy, swallowing my cock so good. Princess, this cunt was made for me,” he growls out his praise.
“Roman,” I gasp when he rolls his hips. It doesn’t really hurt, just more of an uncomfortable pressure.
“That’s it, baby, remember who’s inside you, owning you. I’m going to fuck you so damn good, Ava. I’m going to ruin you for all future men. You will remember one thing when you leave this hotel, Princess. This pussy? It’s fucking mine,” he pants.
A sob of pleasure rips from my throat as Roman starts to pound into me mercilessly.
I close my eyes, allowing myself to concentrate on the numerous feelings flowing through my body. I feel like I’m on fire in the best way. Every thrust inside me ignites a new flame.
“Fucking hell,” he groans, the sounds of our flesh slapping together filling the air. “You’re so damn tight, Princess. Your cunt is suffocating my cock. That’s it, baby. You’re taking me so good.”
“Yes,” I whimper. “Yes, Roman, yes.”
“I love it when you moan my name,” he says with a deep growl. “But I want to hear you scream it.”
He releases my throat, and my eyes flutter open. He’s a beautiful monster right now, and I’m caught in his trap.
His face is contorted in pleasure, his jaw tight as his muscles strain and flex with each thrust.
His cock feels amazing against my inner walls as the tip of his cock hits my sweet spot over and over again. “You’re driving me fucking mad, Princess,” he grunts, his chest heaving with every breath. His fingers grip my thighs in a bruising hold—I hope he leaves his mark on me.
“Cum for me, Ava, shatter on my cock,” he commands in a demanding growl. He brings his thumb down to my throbbing, oversensitive clit, adding the perfect amount of pressure that has me arching my back and moaning like the whore he wants me to be for the night. One, two, three circles over my clit, and it’s like gasoline being thrown onto the fire in my belly.
“Oh god!” I scream as my body tenses up. My eyes roll back, and I cum even harder than before. It’s too much, I feel like I’m going to pass out.
I think I do, because the next thing I know, I’m flipped over, on my hands and knees, as Roman holds me down against the mattress with a fist full of my hair.
“Take it,” he snarls, his hand coming down hard on my ass. “Fucking take my cock, Ava. This is my pussy, do you understand me? Fucking mine.”
I respond with a broken moan. He fucks me like a wild animal, making it hurt so damn good.
I’m sobbing, begging, and pleading for him to slow down or to speed up—I have no idea what I want, just as long as he’s the one giving it to me.
“I’m not going to last much longer,” he grunts. “Your pussy is too fucking good. Cum again, Ava, this time with me. Play with that pretty pink clit and follow me over the edge.”
“I can’t,” I sob. “It’s too much. I can’t handle anymore.”
“Yes, you can, baby. Just one more, okay? Just cum for me one more time. I know you can do it, Princess.” His voice is softer now, and I find myself wanting to please him. So, with a shaky hand, I bring it between my legs. When I make contact with my clit, my legs give out as I whimper, the sensation too much.
Roman lifts me back into position, not missing a beat as he continues to fuck me. “That’s it, baby, play with your clit for me. You can take it. You’re doing so fucking well.”
With everything I have in me, I do my best to play with myself, and because I am already so sensitive, it doesn’t take me long before I feel that familiar burn again.
“I feel you, Ava. I feel your walls gripping me. That’s it. You got this, baby.”
“Oh, oh, god, Roman, it’s too much.”
“Cum, Ava. I want your cunt to swallow my cock as I fill you with my cum until it’s dripping out of you,” he demands.
And I do. This orgasm isn’t as strong, but I cry out his name anyways, my body trembling under his lethal one.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he roars, gripping my ass cheeks in a punishing hold. “Ava!” he shouts with a sexy groan as he spills inside me, his cock jerking violently as it ejects rope after rope of his hot cum, filling me just like he said he would.
My name falling from his lips as he comes apart makes my heart warm, and a delirious smile finds its way upon my face.