Page 134 of For a Price

But the other sounds filling the room reveal how desperate we are to feel some kind of pleasure. The bed squeaks under the weight of me riding Roman’s dick and his large mass thrusting up to fill my pussy.

It only makes us go harder.

The undulations of my hips increase, dipping and gyrating.

Meeting the punch of his hips as he squeezes my thighs and impales me with his thick, throbbing member.

I sink nails into his skin and make him growl and snarl at me like an animal. I cry out like one too, sounding more feline than human.

Roman rolls me under him and then slams back into me and makes me see stars. It’s exactly what I need as the room floats around me and pleasure tingles from the inside.

When I do come, it’s not good enough—it’s the first of several as Roman grips my thighs and pins them as far back as they’ll go. He digs deep into me ’til he’s bottoming out and my pussy’s clenching down.

A second orgasm knocks the wind out of me. I’m panting for air, making begging noises. Keening noises.

Whimpers.

It’s too much. Too damn much.

But Roman crushes his lips to mine to shut me up. His hand squeezes at my breasts and his hips drive into me again andagain. His thrusts come one after another. His strokes smooth but relentless.

He’s close, nearing his climax.

I wrap my arms and legs around him—or as much of me as I can considering his huge build—and I grind with him. My pussy muscles work his dick in a pull and release motion that has him grunting and groaning like a beast.

He finally comes, flooding me with cum that’s been saved for weeks.

Since the last time we were intimate.

His orgasm—the hot feel of his release and throbbing dick inside me—triggers another orgasm in me.

I shudder as a third, smaller orgasm racks through my body, and then I go limp.

I’m spent, so exhausted I can’t form a thought.

Roman seems to feel the same way as he crashes beside me, huffing air. He wraps a huge arm around my hips and draws me toward him, placing a sloppy kiss on my neck.

Though neither of us says a word, the moment itself speaks volumes. The mood in the air is one we both understand.

Somehow, even through our anger at each other, we’re closer.

We’re united together, no matter what.

I press my face into his chest and mumble, “Zver… I’m… I’m…”

“Shhh,” he hushes, sensing the apology that’s coming. “Don’t be, kitty cat. Mistakes were made. You lost your friend.”

“I can’t believe she’s gone.”

“We’ll avenge her. We’ll avenge you and me and all the fucking wrong things they’ve done. The clock’s run out, devochka. There’s no more waiting left to be done. It’s time.”

My heart aches hearing the finality of his words. I close my eyes and find myself wishing it weren’t possible.

That there wasn’t a chance we could lose everything.

CHAPTER 39

Roman

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