Page 70 of Possession

His cock is so beautiful. I need it inside me.

He climbs onto the bed again and kneels behind me. His slick fingers massage my hole. The sensation is unbelievable. He told me it would be better, more intense, but I had no idea. His hand slides along my taint to my balls and dripping cock. I let out a soft whine.

“Fuck me,” I beg as his fat cockhead nudges my hole. “Please—now. Don’t prep me, just—ahhh! Fuck! Yesssss …” I trail off with a long moan as he pushes into my body. I groan into the sheets as his huge shaft penetrates me deeper and deeper.

He glides out slowly, then in again. I start shaking because it feels good but it’s not enough. I need—

“Ahhh!” I shout as he starts fucking me hard and deep. I let everything go. I give myself to it so completely that I when I come, I don’t even try to hold back. I just let my cock pulse and spurt, and I let myself float in the wake of it as Roman keeps fucking me.

I’m already outside of myself as I harden again. I can’t believe how my body responds to him.

He fucks me to another release. It’s not as hard, but it leaves me dizzy and quivering. Roman is grunting now, getting rough. His fingers dig into my hips as he rails me.

I don’t expect to come again, but when he slams deep inside me and his cock kicks hard against my prostate, I scream and thrash through another ejaculation. I buck against him as he punchesforward, spilling hotly inside me, torturing my prostate with so much sensation that I’m mindlessly spasming and pulsing out more cum.

It’s so intense, so overwhelming that I start crying even while Roman’s cock pumps out the last of his release inside me. He pulls out more quickly than usual. He hauls me up and into his arms. I cling to him and bury my face against his neck.

He gives me what I need. His stillness. His acceptance. His silence.

He waits until I’m ready, then he asks quietly, “Are you okay?”

I nod against him. He pets my hair, accepting that maybe I don’t want to talk about it. But I want him to understand.

I say, “You take me to a different place in myself.” I frown against him. That’s not quite right. I try again. “I feel a lot. With you.”

His chest rises against me. “I feel a lot with you too.”

“They’re not bad things,” I say quickly. “They’re just strong and sometimes that’s a little …”

“Scary,” he supplies.

I relax against him, relieved. “Yeah.”

He pets my hair some more. After a while he says, “You need a haircut.”

“I know. It looks terrible.”

He ruffles my hair. “It doesn’t look terrible. It’s just shaggy.”

“Are you good at cutting hair?”

Roman snorts. “Only if you want me to shave it.”

“Yikes. That would not look good on me.”

“Anything would look good on you. You’re beautiful.”

Fuck.

I press my face against his neck again as emotion overwhelms me. It’s the way he says shit. He makes me so vulnerable.

He takes a deep breath. Tension rises in his body. I don’t understand it at first. Then he says, “I’ll take you somewhere.”

I perk up, drawing back so I can look at him. “Really?”

Another slight smile tugs at his lips, but there’s something wry in his amusement this time. It’s so nice to see more emotions from him, more nuance in them.

“You like that idea, huh?” he asks.

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