Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Still kissing me, Roman finally slides his fingers inside me, breaching my body for the first time, and the loud, feral moan of relief and excitement that escapes me is totally foreign to me. What was that? I’ve never made a guttural, desperate sound like that in my life.
At the sound of my intense arousal, Roman groans in a way that sends goosebumps erupting across my body.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he whispers hoarsely.
“I want you,” I whisper back, trembling with anticipation.
“Beg me for it,” he coos.
“I want you, Roman. Please.”
“You can do better than that.”
“I want you inside me. Please, Roman. Please.”
“Better. But patience. You’ll get every inch of me soon enough. But only when I say it’s time.”
Oh my God, this feels like a fantasy come to life. All this time, I’ve thought something was wrong with me. That I had a dryness problem. A passion problem. An orgasm problem. I even thought maybe I was asexual. But now, just this fast, I know I had a Brandon problem. I always thought I was physically attracted to him. But what I felt was nothing like this. With Roman, I feel rabid. Ravenous. Like I’d do anything to scratch the itch Roman has magically ignited deep inside me.
Speaking of magic, Roman’s doing something magical with his fingers between my legs—something so delicious, it elicits loud moans from me while also making my eyes roll back. As he masterfully fingers me, he devours my lips, neck, jawline, and cheeks. He whispers into my ear that I’m hot, sexy, beautiful, a goddamned angel. That he can’t wait to taste my sweet pussy. That I’m driving him crazy.
All of a sudden, I feel something seize hold of me. Something that makes my innermost intimate muscles feel like they’re twisting before holding in abeyance. It’s like my entire body is on the bitter cusp of unraveling. I’ve felt a glimmer of this sensation right before giving myself an orgasm with my vibrator, but I’ve never experienced it with this kind of force and magnitude—the kind that takes my breath away and makes my eyes roll back into my head.
“That’s it, baby,” Roman coos. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
“I’m close,” I grit out, clutching the sheet underneath me. “Don’t stop anything.”
“We’ve got all night, baby. I’ll keep going as long as it takes.”
It’s the hottest thing he could have said to me. With a loud groan, I grip the sheet underneath me even harder, arch my back, and let the tsunami of glorious pleasure slam into me with full force.
When the pleasure subsides, I feel like I’m under a spell—like I’ve been magically turned into a ravenous, horny beast. “I want you inside me,” I bark out. To emphasize my point, I grip his hard dick and stroke it, and then growl with pleasure when I discover his thick tip is drenched with pre-cum. I swirl the sticky evidence of Roman’s arousal around and around with my thumb, causing him to jerk and jolt, and then beg him to get his cock wrapped up and deep inside me.
“Patience,” Roman coos again. But this time, when he says the word, he sounds like he’s hanging on by the barest of threads. With his dark eyes blazing and his entire body quaking, Roman spreads my thighs, crawls between them, and proceeds to give me oral sex that’s so fucking delicious and masterful, it quickly sends me hurtling into what can only be described as a full-bodied meltdown.
“Good girl,” Roman chokes out hoarsely from between my legs, as I writhe and groan in ecstasy. Breathing hard, he grabs a condom packet off the nightstand like he’s grabbing onto a lifeline. With his cock wrapped up, he climbs over my sweaty, writhing, yearning body like a panther on the prowl. When his mouth reaches mine, he feels between my legs for his target with greedy fingers before plunging his full length inside me, all the freaking way.
I cry out as Roman’s thick cock stretches me and growl with pleasure as it fills me to the brim. When he begins thrusting like a beast, I grip his bare ass cheeks, reveling in the perfect fit of our bodies. How did I ever question if his dick would fit inside me, when it now feels like his body was designed specifically to fill every inch of mine?
As Roman’s thrusts intensify, I wrap my thighs around his gyrating hips and dig my nails into his broad back, savoring every delicious sensation. His warm skin against mine. His musky scent. The primal sounds of his cock thrusting in and out of my wetness. I’ve never been this wet before. Not with Brandon. Not with a vibrator. Not even when I’ve woken up after a sex dream about some rock star or hot professor from college.