Page 34 of Romi

Panting hard and on the verge of losing control, I remained stalk still as she slowly took a step towards me, before stopping and simply staring at my chest. The desire I saw in her eyes, the way she licked her licks, and her short, shallow breaths were nearly my undoing.

My cock throbbed in my pants and my palms began to sweat with the effort it took to not pull her to me and give her what she so obviously wanted.

Why did she have to make it so bloody difficult?

Didn’t she realise what we were up against? Surely she knew that if I took her and made her mine, I wouldn’t ever want to let her go? Was she truly ready for that? Could she really deal with the consequences of forming a relationship with me? And were her feelings even real?

My frantic inner dialogue ceased as she reached out and touched me, her small hands flattening against my pecs.

My nostrils flared in anger, and I sniffed hard. She needed to stop, because if she continued to touch me, I was going to lose hold of the little control I had and do something stupid.

“What are you doing? Do you think this is a game, Sonia?” I asked her through clenched teeth.

“No,” she whispered, looking up at me her intense gaze holding mine prisoner.

Fuck, the way she was looking at me almost had me convinced this was more than just lust. More than a simple crush. But was it, or was it just my wishful thinking? I shook my head. There was only one way to find out. I had decided to be harsh and attempt to scare her off, but I was no longer going to talk. It was time for action.

I badly needed to touch her, and I was going to do just that. If I was lucky and she didn’t bolt right away, I would even have myself a little taste of her again. My sensible side was shouting, not a good idea!, but I was no longer listening. I was about to do something to push my Little Miss Trouble’s buttons the way she had been pushing mine. I grinned evilly. It would either scare her off or seal her fate as mine.

Time to put my Little Miss Trouble’s feelings to the test and see just how much she wanted me.

“You want to play games with a man, honey? Then you better know that this man likes it rough!”

Grabbing her, I ripped the T-shirt from neck to thigh making her gasp in fright. Okay, sweetheart, let me see how you really feel.

“Is this what you want?” I growled, before fisting her hair and crushing my mouth against hers in a rough dominant kiss of possession.

She squirmed in my grip, but I held her tight, continuing my punishing kiss, treating her roughly. If she wanted to be mine, then she would need to get used to my dominant ways. If she truly wanted me, she needed to know exactly what she was getting herself into. If she didn’t run for cover after this, I knew I wasn’t dealing with an inexperienced girls crush. If she could take what I had to give, then I knew her feelings for me ran as deeply as mine for her, and I would fight to keep her. No matter what it took.

Holding her tightly to me, I bit her lower lip, not enough to break her skin but enough to make her gasp so I could force my tongue deep inside her hot, wet mouth. She tasted so good. Sweet with a touch of strawberry. I wanted to kiss her more gently; to savour her taste more, but savouring would need to wait for another time. If there was one. This time was a test of her commitment to us, and I needed to keep the pressure on.

It was time to up the ante.

“Do you want more, babe?” I murmured against her lips before kissing her hard again and reaching between us to roughly squeeze her tit, eliciting a whimpered response.

Her moan of pained pleasure egged me on. I needed to hear more of that sound. I ground my groin against her stomach as I squeezed again, thrilled to be rewarded with an even louder moan from those delicious lips. Fuck! She made me so hard.

Yanking the remnants of the T-shirt down her arms I trapped them behind her, tying her hands with the material, as I crushed her to me. Her tits pressed against my naked chest felt as sexy as hell. I held her with one hand while I let the other roam her body. The skin-on-skin contact sent shockwaves of pleasure straight to my cock which throbbed unrelentingly, desperate to get in on the action. I ignored it. It was out of luck. This time at least.

Still the throbbing pressure was driving me insane. I ground my groin against her stomach and pinched her nipple. She squeaked and her body jerked from the unexpected assault. Smirking, I broke the kiss to watch her eyes as I did it again, expecting her to protest but she didn’t.

Instead, she surprised me when her head fell back and her eyes fluttered in pleasure as she gasped, “Oh, god, Romi.”

She was enjoying this as much as I was. I grinned as my hand slid between her legs, her wetness confirming my thoughts. She was soaked. I stroked her and she pushed into my hand, panting hard. Her tits brushed against me in the most erotic way as her chest rose and fell with each breath. I focused on her clit, stroking hard. She rocked against me, her breaths becoming more frantic.

My cock jerked in my jeans, as my need to have her sky-rocketed. I wanted to taste her. My mouth salivated at the thought. I wanted to taste every part of her and then sink my hard cock deep inside that wetness. I couldn’t let things get that far though. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Not if our antics scared her off. Though the way she was responding to me, I doubted they would.

It didn’t matter, regardless of how things played out between us, I wouldn’t sink my cock into her wet pussy tonight. But I wasn’t done with her yet. I was going to taste her.

Sonia squeaked in surprise as I quickly lifted her, bride style, and strode into the bedroom, and pushed her down onto the blow-up mattress.

As soon as I had her on her back, I pulled open her legs and exposed her fully to my gaze.

“Don’t move!” I commanded, happy when she obeyed.

My Little Miss Trouble was bare, totally hairless, and I could see everything. I licked my lips at the sight of her pink, glistening folds, nearly coming in my pants there and then. I breathed deeply and clamped my eyes shut as I slipped my hand inside my jogging pants to grab my shaft. Groaning, I squeezed the end hard and managed to pull myself back from the brink.

“Romi?”