Page 52 of Heartfelt Pain
Heat flushes my cheeks, but I pull the blanket around me tighter.
“The cab on Saturday was fun, but do you remember us behind Fujimori’s in the alleyway?”
I hate him for bringing it up.
“Our first time and you let me destroy you. I begged to take you back to my place and you tore your panties down. I couldn’t fucking breathe you were so tight.”
“I wish you couldn’t fucking breathe right now,” I mutter.
His smirk is what decides it for me.
I throw off the fuzzy blanket and shimmy out of my pajamas. Roma’s head jerks back as he watches me, no longer able to talk.
I further take away his ability when I kick off my underwear, ball it up, and shove it into his mouth.
“You’re so fucking annoying,” I say as I climb onto his lap. “Because I remember that night too. What was it? All two minutes of it.”
His hands wrap around my naked waist.
“Let’s see how long you can go this time,” I challenge. His eyes are wide as he glances down at my pussy. I’ve been needy for days and arousal already coats my thighs. “Let’s see if you’ve learned how to use your dick.”
I unzip his pants, wiggling to get his hard cock out.
“Do you think you can make me come, Roma?” I ask. He nods, my underwear gagging him. I remember that girl in the alleyway, needy for him. I’m still needy, but it’s different. It’s dangerous. I want to scratch something deep in my soul.
“Make me come,” I demand. My own words work me up. I’ve never controlled so much of an interaction and I’m high from the power. “Put me on your cock and make me ride you.”
His fingers dig into my waist. He lifts me and then slams me down on his cock.
My head bows, my forehead touching his chest. The muffled groan from Roma shoots through my spine and I whisper into his ear, “You think you can fill me up?”
Thank fuck I’m on the pill because I’ve just let this man claim me without a condom.
“Be a good boy and fill me up,” I goad. His hands move my waist and our hips rock. His cock pounds into me as he forces me down, over and over again.
He’s still wearing a shirt, but my arms wrap around his neck, my nails scratching over the skin. It’s my turn to tear him apart.
“More,” I demand, flexing my hips down. It’s a punishing, driving pace in which I force him to do the work, to move my body.
Delicately, I kiss his cheek. I pull him closer, his chest as close to mine as possible. The planes of his chest rub against me, my nipples tightening. I throw my head back, unembarrassed to show how good it feels.
My hand runs through his hair, sweat gathering at his hairline.
“I thought you wanted to fill me up?” I ask, panting. He chokes on his response. I move his hand, forcing it between us. He takes direction well, his thumb finding my swollen clit.
Colors flash as I shut my eyes. I hold onto him for dear life as his hips jerk. My release is a cascade, my walls clenching down on him.
His cock swells inside me and I open my eyes as his hot semen fills my cunt. I hang on to every moment, trying to memorize the sensation. The way he keeps pumping into me and I wrap my arms around him, wanting to cling to him. To so closely become one with him.
I hold onto him, my chest rising and falling with his. Until I get my breathing under control. Then I untangle myself and drop onto the couch.
He runs his hand down my legs.
I fling an arm over my eyes. “Clean me up,” I demand. When he doesn’t move, I lift up, yank my underwear from his mouth and pull his face to my pussy as I lay back down.
His tongue laps at me. Cleaning my thighs, though, it’s a lost cause. I drift into the pleasurable sensation as his mouth moves from my thighs to my slit. He runs his tongue up and down. He licks his own cum off my pussy.
My fingers fist his hair, grinding him to my face. He sucks my clit and my back arches. He’s gentle as he goes back to licking off the new arousal between my thighs.
