Page 34 of Now You're Mine

Slowly, I move my hips, rubbing against him, dry fucking him. The pressure of his cock against my clit is maddening, and I’m so damn wet, I’m practically soaked right through my panties.

Dipping my head, I pepper kisses across his chest, then snake my tongue around his nipple. He moans a deep guttural sound that makes my core clench.

I continue downward, to his stomach, to his navel, my lips brushing down the dark curls that disappear into his underwear. His cock strains against the thin fabric, and my mouth waters.

I just want a taste of him.

It’s crazy how much I want him, even knowing what I know. I just wish things could be different between us. That Roman and I had met under different circumstances, in a different world. Then maybe we’d have a shot at something normal.

I peel his waistband down and his thick cock springs free. With a moan, he shifts his hips.

“Ah, ah,” I say. “No moving unless I give you permission.”

He glares at me.

“Understood?”

“Yes,” he says, but it comes out strangled like it cost him something precious to say it. And I’m sure it does. Maybe I should feel bad about that, but I don’t. Not even a little.

I tug his underwear down his legs and toss them aside, then I refocus my attention on his cock. I never thought a cock could be beautiful, but damn, it’s thick and veiny, and the head is flushed a deep red.

Leaning forward, I touch my tongue to the bead of precum that’s glistening on the tip. Another moan, though this time, he doesn’t move.

Holding the base of his shaft with one hand, I take all of him in my mouth, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat. I go slowly, using my hand to stroke him as I suck.

His hips lift slightly, and his thighs go rigid beneath me. But I don’t let up, I keep sucking, his cock filling my mouth, my hand curled around him, stroking.

Another long moan, but again, he doesn’t move, which just proves even the most stubborn guy can be trained. And I won’t lie, having this level of control over someone as powerful as Roman isreallyfun.

When I’ve had enough, I rise up and crawl back up his body, my entrance hovering just above his cock. I’m still wearing my panties, and I don’t intend to take them off.

I look down at his beautiful face. “Do you want me to fuck you?” I ask.

His throat moves as he swallows, and he nods, his pale eyes darkening.

“Say it,” I tell him, repeating the words he has said to me many times.

“Yes.”

I reach between us and pull the crotch of my panties aside, then slowly impale myself on his thick, massive cock. I groan loudly as he fills me, stretching me wide. His head tilts back, digging into the pillow under his head.

“Oh, yes,” I moan, starting to move my hips, undulating as I cup my own breasts. They’re so large, they spill over in my hands as I squeeze them, my nipples pinched between the side of my thumb and forefinger. The little spike of pain feels good, so I pinch again.

Roman is gripping the bottom sheet in his fists, the tendons on his forearms straining. I know he wants to set the pace and deepen his thrust, but I won’t allow it. He plays by my rules, or he doesn’t play at all.

Lifting up slightly, I adjust my position, so I can rock forward faster, while also putting more pressure on my clit. It feels so damn good, I can hardly think straight. Having him inside me is better than anything I’ve ever experienced, and I’m already wondering what other guy could possibly compare.

All good things must come to an end…

But not now, not today.

That familiar pressure starts building deep inside my core, and I chase that feeling. I don’t give a fuck about what he wants, or what he needs. I rock against him harder, faster, my breasts jerking with each hurried motion.

I can feel his cock swelling inside me, and I know he’s close. That pressure is getting more intense, and the energy inside me is going to fracture any moment.

My hand finds his throat, and I squeeze. “Look at me,” I say, but I hardly need to say the words, because his ice-blue eyes are already locked on me. He looks pissed, and that makes me laugha little. This big, strong guy is angry because I won’t allow him to move freely.

With my hand still on his throat, I grind against him harder, forcing his cock even deeper inside me. I’m so close, but it’s still not deep enough, or hard enough. I need him to take control. I need him to fuck mehard, but I can’t give him that kind of power.

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