Roman holds the wand to my clit, and I slowly ride his cock, gently moving myself up and down. The pleasure is causing immense pressure to build in my belly, but it isn’t overwhelming. It causes my breath to catch in my throat every time he bottoms out, but I force him deeper. I slowly work my way to being able to take all of him. But my belly feels like it’s going to explode with how deep I am forcing him inside of me.
“Oh, I’m gonna come,” I moan. “Roman, please.”
“Tell me.”
“Destroy me,” I whimper. “Please, make it hurt. Please. God, harder. I need it harder.”
Roman chuckles before flipping us so I am flat on my back. He hands me the wand, and it’s turned up all of the way. He folds me in half by pushing my knees to my face and waits for me to do it. It takes a second, but when I press the wand against my clit, he slams into me so hard that I let out a shrill scream. This triggers a frenzy, and he starts to fuck me hard, deep, and fast. Roman places his hand over my mouth as he shoves deeper, making my eyes roll back.
“Is this how you like it, mi amor? You like being treated like my filthy little whore?” Roman growls. “Come for me, my pretty little bitch. You wanted this. Remember? You wanted to be fucked like a useless whore… Aww. Look at those tears…”
Roman wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes, cutting off my ability to breathe. I have one hand on the wand and theother on his wrist. My nails are cutting into his skin as he pounds into me. Everything feels like one giant orgasm, and I never want this to end. Who needs oxygen when you have a six-foot-four brick wall of a man balls deep inside of you, bruising your internal organs with each violent stroke he makes?
I am headed towards unconsciousness, but I welcome it if that is where Roman wants me to go. Everything is blurry, and stars are dancing in my vision as things start to get darker. I’m not scared because I know I’ll be okay. I’ll pass out, yes, but he will let me breathe. I’ll wake in his arms, and all will be well. If not, at least I went out coming.
My arms go slack, but the wand is pinned in place from how I am folded. I let my eyes flutter closed, and I relax my body. Unconsciousness weighs heavily in my mind, and Roman’s sweet voice is the last thing I hear. “Rest, sweet wife. I’ve got you.”
I lazily open my eyes, and I feel a hand on my thigh. We are in the car now. “Mmm,” I groan.
“There you are,” Roman says, patting my leg. When I don’t respond, he grabs my chin and turns my face to him. “Are you okay?”
“Mhmm,” I smile. “You can’t fuck me like that and then look scared.”
“You haven’t had any nightmares,” he says. “Thought maybe I held on a bit too long.”
“I would welcome brain damage if I came like that first,” I say, and he smiles. “I’m okay, Roman. Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For showing me that not everything has to be violent and overwhelming for me to come,” I say. “I could have come like I was, and I’d like to. I just really wanted you to beast-fuck me again.”
“I’m impressed with just how much you’ve been able to handle,” he says, moving his hand back to my thigh. “I can’t wait for all of us to take you.”
“Me either,” I smile. “Are we almost home?”
“We are,” he says as he turns off the road and stops in front of the gate to type the fifteen-digit code into the keypad. We pull past the gate, and as it shuts behind us, he stops.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“We have a surprise for you, but you need to try and be as calm as you can, okay?” he says.
“Okay,” I say, confused.
“Trust me,” he smiles. I nod happily, and we drive up to the house. I am too impatient to wait, so as soon as the car stops, I jump out and run up onto the porch, abandoning Roman. Before I can open the door, Ben opens it.
“Wait,” he says as he grabs my face. I instantly start crying when I see Huxley behind him.
“He just got free, Zoriah. Remember how overwhelmed you were?” Ben says softly.
“Yeah,” I cry.
“He’s hiding it well, but he’s spiraling. Be the calm that he needs right now. Okay? Let him lead and encourage him to have emotion. He is angry. Help him find a way out of that darkness,” he explains quietly so only I can hear him and maybe Roman behind me.
“Yes, sir,” I sniff. Ben kisses me softly before stepping to the side. Corbin and Dad are close by and smiling. I force myself to go slow, but it’s Huxley that rushes me. As soon as he gets to me, he grabs the backs of my thighs and picks me up into a tight hug. I cling to him as we both start to cry, and he sits us on the couch where we can bury our faces in each other.
“I’m so sorry, Riah. I’m sorry. I tried to help you. I did,” he cries. I adjust my hold on him and hug him to my chest. He is clinging to me for support, so I provide it.
“Shhh. It’s okay,” I say softly. “I’m sorry I left you behind.”