Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Take the rest of it off,” Roman murmurs in a low voice, his gaze fixated on my chest. “All of it.”
He moves his weight off me for a moment and I kick off my shoes, one foot, then the other, then fumble underneath Roman to undo my button and zipper. I shove away all of my clothes from the waist down.
Roman paws at me, helping me get each garment off of my body and looking at every new piece of exposed skin like he’s going to devour me whole.
Droplets of rain fall from strands of his hair, hitting my skin. I’m fully naked now while he’s still completely clothed.
He slowly, patiently, begins to pull off his jacket.
“I want to feel like everything my body wants is controlled by you,” I murmur. “Like you hold my right to move. My right to speak. My right to come.”
His mouth drops open just a little, and I’ve never seen Roman look at me with so much raw need.
“You’re provoking me.”
“Is it working?”
He slowly reaches down with one large, warm hand, running his open palm from my jaw down the front of my neck. I watch the tattoos along his forearm as he moves.
He clasps his hand tighter around my throat and my hips jerk underneath him. I bring one hand lower, feeling for the outline of his cock under his pants, gripping his bulge hard. “I want this. And yes, I know it will hurt.”
His hand grips my wrist and yanks it upward, away from his dick, and he pushes it back toward the headrest on one side of the bench seat.
I see him digging into his back pocket, pulling something out.
It’s long and black, unraveling in the air above me.
Holy hell.
It’s a length of smooth black rope that I didn’t even know he was carrying.
The movement is so fluid that I don’t have time to register what’s happening before he’s already tying my wrist to the thin, exposed metal rod between the headrest and the seat. The rope pushes into my skin.
He binds my arm tightly up above me.
“How do other men take care of it when you’re this handsy?” Roman says, sliding his fingers over the rope circling my wrist, satisfied with his work.
“I’m not this handsy with other men. You know what, Roman? Maybe you’re the one who provokes me. Watching over me like a fucking shadow. Teasing me and then getting mad when I feel your cock.”
“You think I am mad?”
A low thunder rolls through the air.
Roman lets his hand wrap around my neglected cock, and the sudden sensation of his palm sliding over my tip is so much.
His fingertips slide lower, down to my balls, then dipping further to stroke over my hole.
I moan loudly into the air.
“I want you,” I whisper. “So fucking badly.”
“Be specific.”
“Roman.”
“Talk, beauty.”
“I want your cock inside me, but it’s also a fucking monster, so I’m not going to be able to take it here.”
He cocks his head to one side. “Because?”
I give him a look. “If you think I can take you on a whim without lube, you’re crazier than I thought.”
He removes his touch from me in an instant, and I’m suddenly deprived.
He slides out his wallet and brandishes a packet, placing it in my free hand. It’s a clear packet of lube with shiny silver lettering on the front that says always travel prepared.
“When you have a ten-inch cock, you learn to carry things you need,” he tells me. “I have four of these. Now tell me what you want. Again.”
“Holy fuck,” I breathe as he reaches out and slides his fingertips over the underside of my dick. “Put it in me. Right now.”
“No, no, no,” he murmurs. “You think it will be that easy? You will need to prepare.”
My teeth sink down on the inside of my cheek.
Right.
That’s another thing I need to tell him.
“I have to tell you a secret.”
His eyes narrow, and he doesn’t stop stroking my cock as he speaks.
“Tell me.”
I swallow. “I’ve been training.”
He pauses for a moment, letting his fingers lazily roam along my tip.
“Say more.”
“Ever since I saw your size, I got a craving. I ordered a training set of toys meant to help stretch my ass. It’s like… gradually increasing the size of dildos until you can take a lot.”
“You have been training your ass in my bed? And I didn’t know it?”
“In the shower.”
He lets out a low moan, suddenly gripping my cock with strength. “You didn’t tell me you were doing this in my house?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t say sorry when you are saying things that hot.”
Oh.
He’s not angry that I’ve been doing it, he’s angry that I didn’t show him.
“I have four different sizes.”
He trails his hand down my chest. “Can you take the biggest one?”
“Um, I got up to the third one, so far.”