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She’s delicious. Sweeter than a peach.

I suck on her clit, feeling the muscles of her thighs flutter beneath my palms. If I drown in her sweetness, so be it. There’d be no better way to go.

Her gentle moans are getting to me. I think about working my fingers inside her but decide against it; I can tell she needs that relief—she’s pushing her hips toward me, trying to increase the pressure—but I want it to be my cock that eases the tension inside her. Then she’ll be as addicted to me as I already am to her.

“Steady, rusalka.” I dip my tongue into her pussy, making her cry out. “I’m not gonna let you come yet. Not until you beg me some more.”

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Quinn

The wet patch beneath me spreads as my juice mixes with Roman’s saliva. He’s got me running like a faucet, my pussy clutching and spasming wretchedly as he teases it.

He’s telling me to beg. Am I really gonna do this? Beg for his cock like a slut?

Yes, I am. I can’t take another minute.

“Please.” I can’t keep the whine out of my voice. “Roman. Make me come.”

“Beg me to fuck your pussy.” He sits up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “I wanna hear your sweet lips saying filthy things to me, Quinn. Then you can have it good and deep, just the way you want.”

“I want your cock.” I sit up on my elbows. “Don’t torment me anymore. Give it to me.”

He tears off his jockeys and kneels between my thighs. His massive cock rests on my mound, the head reaching beyond my belly button, and he grinds his shaft against my soft flesh.

I am no longer self-conscious. This man is feral for me, just the way I am.

Roman grips his cock, maneuvering so he can rub the tip over my entrance. He moves over my slick folds, applying enough pressure to make me gasp as he pushes into me slightly.

“It’s okay.” He leans forward to drop a quick kiss on my lips. “Relax and let it happen.”

He lifts my ass and rests it on his quads so he can get to me easily, and I feel myself opening up for him. He grits his teeth, slipping the head of his cock inside.

“That hurts a little, doesn’t it?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I reply, but the pain is already being overtaken by a craving for more, and I nudge my hips toward him. “But don’t stop.”

“I won’t.” He gives me another couple of inches, and I drop my head back onto the pillow. “It’s taking everything I’ve got not to fuck you ragged.”

He presses his body against mine with a force that threatens to crush me, but I welcome it. Then he’s inside me, my pussy stretching to accommodate his size.

Despite the slickness of my lubrication, it’s still a tight fit, and the feeling pushes the air from my lungs.

“Breathe.” Roman grabs my chin, forcing me to meet his intense gaze. “Breathe through it, baby. Almost there.”

With a sling of his hips, he bottoms out, and I give a long, languid moan of bliss.

I need this. I need him.

He’s gentle at first, but his thrusts get longer and faster. With each deep plunge, I moan in ecstasy, my body craving more of this raw, primal connection. He takes control, pulling out slightly before slamming back inside me even harder.

He sits back again, dragging my ass onto him so he can fuck me more deeply, and he rubs the pad of his thumb over my swollen clit. As he moves inside me, his pace quickens, his control fading.

“Oh fuck, Quinn,” he says. “You’re so damn tight. No man but me will ever feel this.” He lashes his arm like a whip, his hand wrapping my throat. “You hear me? You’re mine.”

His grip is firm but doesn’t hurt, and his words have a possessive edge that is as hot as it is scary. I shouldn’t like it, but I do.

“Yes,” I say. His grip on my neck tightens, my pulse pounding beneath his fingertips. “I’m yours.”

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