Page 50 of Clueless Romeo

"Bought this today," Roman said as he tossed the top-shelf lube on the bed next to me. "And I may have watched a little guy on guy porn too, so I hope I don't royally fuck this up."

Well, that explained why he was more confident than I'd expected. "Did you get off watching it?"

Roman chuckled at my question. The mattress dipped as he settled on his knees between my legs. The tip of his dick brushed against my ass as he leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on my neck. "Nope. I saved that for you. Ready?"

"I'vebeenready." I growled in frustration.

"So impatient," Roman whispered. The sound of the bottle being uncapped came just before the first touch of his fingers against my asshole. My legs spread wider, inviting him to slide his finger inside. He rubbed agonizingly slow circles, dusting his thumb over my asshole, teasing the skin until my muscles loosened.

I rocked back, seeking more than he was giving me. "Roman, put your fucking finger—"

I gasped at the sudden burn laced with euphoria as he sank a long thick finger inside. Like the missing piece of a puzzle finally being put into place, all the tattered pieces of me came together all at once. How long I'd waited for this. How good every touch felt. The fact that Roman was inside me. This is what I had been missing, and I had no doubt it was because it was Cupid. Not some random guy from a hookup app.

My body was on fire and I only wanted one thing more. I pushed back hard and groaned as his finger hit the perfect spot, making my whole body shake. "Please just fuck me."

Roman swatted my ass as he slid his finger back and forth, stretching me for him. "Stop trying to tempt me. You aren't ready for my cock yet."

He was right, and his finger alone was driving me crazy. I rocked back in lazy waves, soaking up the pleasure racing through my blood and up and down my spine.

My moans echoed in the otherwise quiet room, and Roman groaned in approval. "That's it, fuck my finger. Show me how bad you want my cock."

"More." The sounds coming from my throat were foreign. I'd never before heard the desperate sound leaving my lips, but if he didn't give me more, I would lose my mind. "More, Roman. Please."

He whispered a curse and slid a second finger along the first. The burn was instant and addictive as hell. I rocked faster, and he matched my pace, adding a third when I demanded he give it to me.

I was full,so fucking full, yet it wasn't what I needed to satiate my craving for him. "Fuck me, Roman. I need you to fuck me."

"Jesus." He pulled his fingers free, and I watched over my shoulder as he ripped open the condom wrapper, then rolled the thin rubber sheath down his cock.

Anticipation rose higher as he coated his dick with lube, then pressed the fat tip to my asshole. I held my breath, waiting for him to finally fill me the way I desperately needed him to.

"Breathe," Roman panted, voice strained as if holding back was painful.

As I released my held breath, he slowly sank inside me. Slick and hot, he filled every needy inch of me until I wasn't sure how much more I could handle. Even when the burn bordered on unbearable, I craved more from him. I wanted everything.

"Fuck, babe. You are so damn tight." Roman groaned low in his throat as he bottomed out, gripping my hips in a bruising hold. "So damn good."

Roman stayed buried deep inside me, not moving, allowing me to adjust to his girth. When the burning subsided and pleasure began to bloom, I grew impatient.

"I need you to move," I rasped and pushed back, prompting him to fuck me the way my body was screaming for. "Now."

His fingers tightened on my flesh, and he pulled back slowly before snapping his hips forward. A curse tore from my lips as I scrambled to hold myself upright, but my arms were useless, collapsing under my weight and the punishing rhythm he set.

"Fucking hell. Does it feel as good to you as it does me?" Roman's breathing became erratic, matching mine, and his grip brutal.

"Yes," I grunted, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "So damn good."

It was the truth. There was so much pleasure in the pain, and the bliss bloomed until it was all I could feel as he controlled my body as if claiming it as his alone.

He gritted his teeth. "I'm not going to last. Jerk your dick for me."

Rising back up on my shaky arms, I reached under my body and curled my fingers around my cock, working it to the sound of his filthy demands.

Are you hard as fuck for me?

Yes.

Is your dick leaking for me, babe?

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