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)
He inhales. “Training. Were you so sure you were going to get my cock in you?”
“They say to dress for the job you want. I prepare my ass for the cock I want.”
“Fuck,” he utters, leaning in to cover the front of my body with his. One of his hands reaches up to squeeze my immobilized wrist, and the other stays on my cock, squeezing it tight as he kisses the side of my neck.
“The biggest one still isn’t as big as you,” I admit. “I think you might break me.”
“Break you, no. Make you cry… maybe. Give me your other hand.”
“Oh, God,” I whisper.
I give him access to my other arm, watching him push it up and tie it above me on the other side. Soon, both of my arms are immobilized.
A slow rush of a different type of fear moves through me once both arms can’t move.
A fear I hadn’t realized is more like a need, for me.
It’s entirely thrilling giving him control like this.
My back arches up as he lets his fingers trail over my chest. He leans over into a position where he’s able to tear off his pants, and now he’s completely naked too.
Fuck, I am never going to get over seeing his cock hang in front of me.
He reaches out and runs his nails straight down the center of my chest. I pull in a sharp hiss of a breath, and Roman’s slash isn’t hard enough to break skin, but it blooms with a searing heat afterward. He moans deeply as he looks at the marks he left on my skin.
“Too much, yes?” he says softly.
“No. Not even close.”
Immediately he claws his nails down the middle of my torso over the same spot, then over two new ones as I arch up into the touch. His hands grip my hips hard, pulling my entire body upward at least a couple of inches off the seat, and he comes down close to my face.
His lips slam against mine and we crash together in a greedy kiss.
I can feel the length of his cock mashed up against my stomach, sandwiched between the fronts of our bodies as we kiss. I buck my hips, grinding my own cock along his, desperate for any friction I can find.
“I love it when you’re like this,” Roman says, saying each word slowly, nipping at my lower lip with his teeth in between. “I want you like this forever.”
My heart pounds harder in my chest, a flash filling me again like he just scratched me another time.
Why is he saying that?
He can’t…
Fuck, he can’t say things like that to me.
Using words like forever.
“Quit saying things you don’t mean,” I murmur against his lips right before his tongue slides out again, pushing slow and slick against my own.
He lets out a low moan, rutting his cock against my stomach again. “I never say things I don’t mean. You like the way I feel… the way I hurt you… the way I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to give it to you for as long as you need it.”
“God,” I whisper.
“You need me. I feel it radiating from every fucking part of you, baby.”
I exhale as I pull on the bindings around my wrists, tugging as if it’s going to get me anywhere. “You can’t call me that.”
He sucks a slow trail of kisses up my neck. “Would you rather I just call you mine?”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
“Attitude, Tate.”
My breath hitches, and the sensation of him grinding his goddamn cock along mine, trapping my cock between us, is too good.
“Fuck me or you’re going to make me come too fast. God, fuck, Roman, that feels too good—”
He bites down on my earlobe and I hear him let out a low, deep sound, something between an exhale and a goddamn growl right against my ear.
His arms are still hitched below my ass, physically pulling my whole body up against his.
It’s far too easy for him to do this. He may as well be double my size, surrounding me, giving me friction in exactly the right goddamn place and I can feel my cock pulse against him, driving me fucking insane…
“You fucking need me,” he murmurs against my ear and thrusts his hips against me even harder, reaching a new height of sensation I didn’t think was possible.
I feel his skin pressing against the searing marks he left on me.
His teeth, on my earlobe, and then moving lower until his mouth claims mine again.
And his cock against mine, stroking over me until I’m throbbing against his touch.
“I’m going to come,” I whisper into his mouth as he takes my lower lip between his teeth.
“You are. And then you’re going to get fucked, and come again for me.”
“Fuck,” I utter as I lose control, spilling between our bodies, the friction cresting the wave inside me until I explode.