Page 21 of Stay With Me

“Yes, Daddy,” I moan.

My eyes widen in shock. Shit. Shit, shit, shit! I didn’t mean to say that. God, I’m going to blame it on insanity. Yup, that’s it. I’m drunk off sex, and it causes me to say crazy things.

“What did you say?” He doesn’t sound mad about my little slip. No, not at all. In all actuality, his voice is thick with need. Well, then. Sir isn’t the only nickname that gets Roman going.

But do I like this? Can I call him that again without it being weird?

“Daddy,” I whisper, finding I don’t hate it. Not at all. If anything, it gives me a rush of power. Knowing he can’t see me, I smile and push my ass back against this hard cock.“I want you inside me. Fuck me, Daddy. Make me scream, show this city who I belong to.” Who am I right now? You know what, I don’t even care because pure pride fills me at the savage sound that leaves Roman in response. That man has his pants undone, cock in hand, and notched at my opening in less than three seconds.

“What my Princess wants, she gets,” he snarls. And then he’s thrusting up inside me, making me take every inch of this thick, pierced cock.

“Oh, fuck!” I scream, my head falling forward to rest against the cool glass.

He holds my hips in a bruising grip as he starts to pound into me. Calling him Daddy seemed to turn him into a fucking caveman, and I’m living for it.

“That’s it, take my fucking cock, Ava,” he grunts, thrusting into me roughly. “God, this cunt is so fucking perfect.”

“Yes. Fuck, yes, Daddy, right there,” I moan. His movements are so powerful, lifting me off the floor with each upward thrust.

“You make me lose control, Ava,” he groans. “Make me lose my mind.”

I feel like I’m in heaven. His cock feels so fucking good, and in this position, it’s hitting all the right spots. He reaches a hand around, bringing his fingers to my clit. “Oh, oh, oh,” I chant as he starts to work my swollen clit.

“Just think of all the people watching you right now, Ava. Seeing how fucking sexy you look when you’re stuffed with my cock. Do you think they would feel the same way if they saw my cum dripping down your legs? Because I’m going to fill this pussy up, Princess. I’m going to mark this cunt as mine. Tell me I’m yours, Ava.”

“You’re mine,” I sob out, another orgasm building fast.

“Are you mine?” he growls.

“Yes. Yours. All yours.” I wish so damn much that it was true. I’m not sure how I’m going to survive the heartbreak when he leaves at the end of this week.

“Yes, you are. Mine. All fucking mine.” He’s breathing heavily, his thrusts growing more erratic as his fingers move over my clit with purpose. “I’m close, Princess. Cum for me, cum with me.”

It doesn’t take much to push me over the edge. After a few more hard thrusts, he pinches my clit, and I’m cumming so hard that I feel lightheaded. Thankfully, I’m pressed against the window, or I would have crumbled to the ground.

“Fuck, Ava.” My name is a loud, long, pleasure-filled moan as his cock erupts inside me. Ropes of hot cum fill me, making me shiver as I cum again in another round of pleasure.

Exhaustion hits me, and my body goes limp between the window and the wall of muscles behind me. “I’ve got you, Princess,” he pants out, putting his forehead to my back. “You did so good.”

I smile at his praise, loving every bit of it. I want to please him, to be his good girl.

When he pulls out of me, a gush of his cum follows. “Look at you,” he growls. “You look so damn good dripping with my cum, Princess.” I gasp as he thrusts his fingers inside me, shoving his cum back inside me. I shudder, another small orgasm rolling over me, my core still sensitive as he pumps his fingers inside me.

Breathing heavy, I open my eyes. My face is still pressed to the window as I look over at him. He looks so good in the glow of the city lights. He pulls his fingers free, raises his hand to my mouth, and paints my lips with his cum before pushing his fingers between my lips. “Suck.” His command is strong, and I’m quick to comply. Opening my mouth, I let him shove his fingers into my mouth, my eyes widening in surprise when he pushes them all the way to the back of my throat. Quickly, I wrap my lips around them and suck them clean. I make sure to use my tongue to get every drop of our combined cum.

“So fucking perfect,” he breathes in awe. Pulling his fingers free, he grabs a handful of my hair and yanks my head away from the window, smashing his lips to mine.

I moan as he licks the remnants of our release from my lips. Opening my mouth, I slide my tongue into his. He moans as he sucks my tongue, kissing me so dirty, I nearly orgasm again.

We break free when we need to come up for air, panting heavily. I look at him with glazed eyes and a drunk smile.

He grins back at me, cupping my cheek. “Come on, Princess. Let me take you to bed. I’m not nearly done with you tonight.”

Chapter 8

Roman

When I wake up the next morning, and Ava is still snuggled up against me, head resting on my chest as she sleeps soundly, I know I’m fucked.