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Everything about her made me want her more.
I spread her legs and gave her pussy a long and hungry lick, eliciting a loud moan. Oh my fucking God, I couldn't think straight; I just wanted to taste her again and again. Afraid that she would somehow disappear from my hands, my tongue made its way onto her clit, inside her, and all over.
“Oh my God, Roman…” Her voice—moaningmyname—pierced my ears and soul. I just wanted to hear it again. I licked her pussy like an ice cream on a hot summer day. I couldn't get enough. What kind of magic power did she hold between her legs? Fuck yes, my mouth on her, my hands all over her body, and finally, I put two fingers inside the sweetest, warmest, wettest, tightest pussy I'd ever come across.
“Such a pretty pussy, baby.” I was in a trance, intently focused on the woman who breathed life into me. My large, tattooed fingers made itinside her tight, pink pussy, and the contrast was intense.
I wanted to corrupt her. To taint her. To make herforevermine.
“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck…” Isla’s voice encouraged my actions, the sweet taste of her in my mouth. I took a second and buried my tongue inside her, licking, tasting.Feasting.Then, I dragged my tongue to her clit, working it in a way that gave me the best reaction from her. Her sweet juices soaked my fingers as I pumped them in and out of her, forever connecting myself with her.
I only ever wanted to taste her from this day forward.
Isla moaned louder, and I kept my pace and actions the same, determined to push her over the edge. Yes, so fucking close—her body grinded against the bed, and my tongue worked her clit non-stop as her orgasm tore through her.
Slightly trembling in my arms, I watched the most beautiful woman come down from her high, her perfect body and soul all mine for the taking.
Slowly, I pulled out my fingers and licked off every single drop.
It tasted like heaven.
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Marked
Isla
Ididn’tknowwhathad come over me. Hearing Roman tell me he loved me again shattered my entire soul. How could this have happened? A month ago, I moved to L.A., and my life was in complete chaos. Now this man was inmybed, and everything felt like it veered off course.
And the truth was terrifying and exhilarating—I loved him too. I was in love with a man who I’d known for such a short while.
Landing in his lap was a dream I’d replayed in my head a thousand times—kissing his forbidden lips, looking into his dangerous blue eyes, feeling his tattooed hands on my skin. But the real thing was better, hotter, and incinerating.
Roman's hands had me under a spell. I wanted to do this all day, every day, for the rest of my life. This was beyond incredible. After tonight, when my life was threatened, I wasdoneletting my life pass me by.
Fate brought us together in a weird way, but Roman was what Iwanted.He thought I was so innocent, and up until tonight, so did I, but with him,fuck,with him I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. He awakened a side of me I didn’t recognize. With him, I wanted to be filthy and rough and a fucking slut. I'd never felt that way before.
God, he ate me out so good, I thought I was legitimately going to pass out. I ran my hand through his hair, holding his head where I wanted it, and he gave me everything.
My previous sexual life with Thomas was very good—amazing, even. That was part of why the breakup was so hard for us both. But Roman…Romanwas something else. His touch was like no other; his presence, his skin on my skin, was incomparable to any other earthly sensation.
His lips and fingersdemolishedme. I was fuckingdrippingwith anticipation of finally having him inside me, but...not before I got a taste of him too. I scampered off the bed, quickly dropping to my knees and taking his beautiful and large cock in my hand. I licked the tip, salivating at that small action and the realization that yes…I did like the view from my knees.
Fuck, I wanted this so much, and without any tease, I took as much of him as I could into my mouth. It hit the back of my throat but I pushed it in further, doing my best to keep breathing.
He whispered something, but I didn’t stop, only stared up into his blue eyes as I worked him. Roman felt both like he had done absolutely everything in bed and kind of apprehensive, but I was here to show him and tell him what I wanted.
And I wanted more. I grabbed his hand and placed it on the back of my head, never breaking eye contact and begging him to take control. But he didn’t oblige.
"I can't, Isla...I can't force it down your throat,” he admitted quietly. Aww, what a sweetheart! Such a gentleman—didn't want to fuck my mouth even when I asked for it. But I’d get him there.
His pre-cum mixed with my saliva, creating a delicious, viscous liquid that dripped down my chin. But then Roman stepped back, and I lost the feeling in my mouth. Obediently, I remained on my knees waiting for more, but instead he commanded me, “Get up...innocent good girl."
A shiver ran down my spine from his tone. I obeyed, my little smile growing wider as he stepped toward me. Gentle, as if touching an angel,he slid his hands around my waist and down my hips, watching the contrast of our skin.
Exploring my body, he touched—he touched me everywhere, letting me revel in the feeling of his hot hands on my body. “Look at me,” he murmured just as his fingers lifted my chin, catching my gaze.
Danger and lust reflected in his eyes—everything that ignited my desire for him even more.
