Page 89 of For a Price

He’s consuming me whole, licking his way down my naked body and wrenching my thighs far apart.

The dark glint in his gaze tells me I’m soaked and he’s hungry.

I scream as his mouth reaches my pussy and he takes his first taste. His tongue flicks at my clit, his lips pursing to suckle.

Pleasure mounts like a volcano about to explode. I’m panting, my body arching against him.

It’s like my soul is being sucked out of my body. Roman’s literally sucking the life force out of me and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it but shudder and moan.

Hot tingles radiate from my pussy through the rest of me. He rubs his entire face against my pussy, beard and all. The rough friction adds just the right twinge of pain to the cascading mountain of pleasure.

I break apart for him with a strangled whimper. I grope a breast in one hand and clench the sheets with the other, so out of it I feel like I’m spinning.

I’m given almost no time to come down.

I’m flipped over and contorted until my ass is up and he’s spearing into me from behind.

His huge monster dick sinks in and my tender pussy erupts on that alone.

A second immediate orgasm that nearly destroys me.

Except it’s a precursor to Roman doing it—destroying me with his hard and brutal thrusts that rock me to my core. In truebeastly fashion, he plows into me from behind with no mercy. No sense of soft affection.

Just raw lust. Just wild and untamed arousal that drives him.

My throat aches from my screams as I fist the sheets and take his huge dick.

He’s sooo big. Yet feels sooo good.

My pussy squelches, dripping juices while gripping him at the same time. I’m close to a third orgasm when I bury my face in the pillows and bite down hard.

But Roman doesn’t like it when I run from his dick. When I muffle my screams and whimpers.

He grips my throat from behind and forces me up. My spine bends, body now on all fours as we crash into each other.

It’s rough in the best way possible. I’m seconds away from coming when Roman throws me into another position, slamming back into me and squeezing bruises into my flesh.

He forces my mouth to kiss and shoves his tongue past my lips.

Making it impossibly clear that I’m his pet. I’m his to punish and pleasure.

My third orgasm ignites me in the most intense, tingly wave yet. I feel my pussy clamp down on his huge dick as it hits me and my body goes rigid.

Roman’s hips pick up their pace. He fucks me harder ’til he can’t possibly stand the wet heat of my pussy any longer. He pulls out at the very last second and spills on my belly, the splashes of cum like creamy milk on my brown skin.

He seems to like the look of it as he huffs ragged breaths and stares down at his handiwork. The mess he’s made of me.

I smile blearily up at him. “I miss my collar.”

A growl rumbles out of him as he leans over me and presses a kiss to my lips. “Soon, kitty cat. I’ll buy you a new one… and other toys too.”

It’s only the beginning of our night. He whisks me off the bed and takes me for a shower, where he bathes me and makes it clear he’s making up for lost time.

All the hours he’s been working and leaving me alone as of late.

I appreciate every second, so safe with him I wonder if I ever do want to leave.

If it ever could be more than just captivity. If we ever could be like any other couple…

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