Page 64 of Sinful Promise

I moan as he plays with my breasts, and then, with a flick of his hand, rips my undies off and slides two fingers inside me. I gasp. He fucks me with his fingers as the warm water cascades over us.

Fuck me.

I’m weak with wanting him. He turns the water off, grabs a towel, and wraps it around me, carrying me to the bed. Using one hand, he yanks the bedding back.

He lays me in the bed and quickly makes a pass over me and himself with the towel. I look at him, and I can’t take my eyes off his engorged cock.

“I want to feel myself in your mouth,” he says.

He stands, and I move to the floor, kneeling before him.

“Stroke me and wrap those cherry-red lips around my cock,” he commands.

I run my hand up and down his swollen shaft. I bend my head over him and part my lips. He moves gently into my waiting mouth. I wrap my lips around him like I’m eating a banana. I need to breathe and open my mouth wider to suck air.

“Ah,” he groans. “Mm.”

Great. I didn’t hurt him.

He puts his hand on my head and shows me what he likes until I get the hang of it. As I find a rhythm, he drives his cock to the back of my throat, and he’s fucking my mouth. From the guttural noises he’s making, I think he’s about to come, but he pulls back.

“I have to be inside you. I want to fuck you and feel your pussy clenching my cock.”

He grabs something off the side table and adjusts himself, and I see the condom on him “Get on the bed,” he says. I comply. I’m wet for him and can’t wait to feel him in me.

He kisses and squeezes my breasts with one hand while he massages my clit with the other. I moan and writhe on the bed, grabbing at his hair, his back, anything I can tug on to keep myself grounded. This type of pleasure is not of this world.

Our eyes meet, and his lips part as he takes hold of his stiff cock and guides the tip into my pussy. He adjusts himself into a prone position above me with an elbow on each side of my head. I slide my arms around his waist. He thrusts into me, taking me by surprise. His abs flex, and I run my hands over them. He pumps the hell out of me like he’s lost control. My clit hardens, I feel myself soaring, and I cry out, shouting his name as I experience an intense orgasm, followed by another.

My nails dig into his back. I’m weak from sexual release. My arms and legs feel like limp noodles. I can’t move as he continues to ride me.

His strokes quicken, and then he stops. His body shudders, and he roars. When his orgasm subsides, he clutches me, pulling me to him in an embrace.

“I love being with you,” he murmurs.

That was unexpected.

“Me, too,” I reply.

It looks like Irina was right after all. He has feelings for me. What else can she tell me about Roman?

He rolls off me, disposes of the condom, and grabs my hand, pulling me with him to the shower.

Afterward, we sit in the living quarters of our room. I have a towel wrapped around me. Roman joins me, a towel around his waist, his washerboard abs can’t be overlooked. His dark hair is tousled. He’s sexy as hell and even though he is part of a mafia family, I want him. I long for him to make love to me again.

I study him as he enters the room, I decide to inquire about one of his tattoos.

“What is the meaning of that?” I asked nodding to his chest. I sit on the sofa.

“This?” He puts his fingertips on the tattoo on his collarbone.

“Yes,” I implore him.

“Sinful Promise. We have secrets. I’m a sinner because it’s what I do. I hurt people. It’s my promise to the brotherhood, which means I can’t share all the details of my life with someone like you.”

“Oh.” I sit perch on the edge of the couch. “Do they deserve to be hurt?”

“Yes, most of the time. Can you live with that, my little bird?”

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