Page 31 of Stay With Me

“I’m yours,” she repeats without hesitation. My princess grabs the back of my head and pulls it down to hers. I moan as our lips crash together. The kiss is pure hunger, a messy frenzy as our mouths move together in a clash of teeth and tongue.

My hands roam her body, needing to touch her all over.

We’re in a restaurant where anyone could find us back here, but that doesn’t stop me from unbuttoning my pants and pulling my thick, aching cock out. Grabbing Ava’s leg, I hike it around my waist. “The toy, where is it?” I ask her, pulling away from the kiss, both of us panting for breath.

“I took it out. It’s in my purse.”

“Good,” I snarl, dipping down to capture her lips with mine again, kissing her like she’s the air that I need to breathe. My whole fucking body is humming, desperate for her.

Getting a good grip on her body, I place the tip of my cock against her dripping entrance and thrust up inside her.

I swallow her shout at the sudden intrusion. “Be a good girl, Ava,” I murmur against her lips, stilling inside her. “I need you to be quiet and cum quickly for me.”

“Roman,” she whines my name in warning, mixed with a plea.

“Shh.” I give her a wicked grin before I start to fuck her against the wall.

Her arms hold on to me as I tuck my face into her neck, thrusting into her hard and fast. “So fucking tight,” I groan. “So fucking wet and warm.” She whimpers softly, being a very good girl at hiding her pleasure.

“But do you want to know the best thing?”

“W-what?” the word comes out shaky.

“It’s fucking mine,” I snarl, taking her lips again.

I fuck my woman like a savage animal against the wall, swallowing her cries as she moans needily. Every time I pull all the way out and slam back in, a part of me loses my mind. Her hands claw at my back, kissing me like she needs me just as much as I need her.

We pull apart, gasping for air. “Good girl,” I growl as she looks up at me with wide eyes and puffy red lips. “You’re doing so good—taking me so fucking good. And listening so well. I need you to cum, Princess. I need this cunt to grip me so damn good that it has me following you over the edge.”

“Roman,” she moans my name like it’s a mother-fucking prayer. It doesn’t take long before her pussy is clamping around my cock, gripping me for everything that it’s got. She breaks apart in my arms, and I swallow her scream.

Tucking my face into her neck, I let out a low, pained groan as I thrust up into her one last time before I find my own release. My cock twitches inside her, filling her pussy up with rope after rope of my cum. Deep inside her, just where it should be.

Thoughts of her round and pregnant with my baby fill my mind, and I swear I cum a little harder.

I gave up on having more kids a long time ago. But the thought of having one with Ava? Yeah, I really fucking like that idea.

“Roman,” Ava whispers. “We’re going to get caught.”

“Fine,” I huff, kissing her neck. I pull out and help her steady herself.

She curses. “Shit. Your cum is running down my leg.”

“Good,” I chuckle. “Let me see.” Pulling her dress up, I grin smugly as I see the sticky whiteness on her thigh.

“Roman!” she scolds anxiously.

“Go clean up,” I chuckle. “I’ll meet you out at the table.”

“Okay.” She smiles up at me before moving to leave.

Just as she’s about to step into the bathroom, I dart forward. Grabbing her arm, I pull her back to me. Her head turns, and I grip her chin. “Tell me again,” I growl.

She bites her lower lip and smiles. “I’m yours.”

I’ll never get tired of hearing that. “Damn fucking right, you are,” I growl before kissing her lips again until she’s breathless. “Now, be a good girl and go clean up the mess I’ve made of that perfect, tight pussy.”

Chapter 11

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