Page 31 of Possessed By Roman

“Morning,” I murmur against her lips.

“Is it?” She smiles, sleepy and satisfied, her fingers tracing the ink on my chest. “Feels like the middle of the night.”

“Close enough.” I capture her mouth again, hungrier this time, my hand sliding down her spine to grip her ass. She makes a sound that drives me fucking insane, and presses closer.

I roll her onto her back and pin her wrists above her head with one hand. She gasps, her eyes widening before a slow flush spreads across her chest. Instead of pulling away, she presses closer. I hold her there, watching her reaction.

“Roman…”

“Quiet.” I lower my head to her breast, my mouth closing over her nipple without warning.

She cries out, her back arching off the bed, but I keep her wrists imprisoned, holding her exactly where I want her. I suck hard, my tongue circling and flicking, feeling her nipple pebble against my tongue. She writhes beneath me, her hips bucking, seeking friction I haven't given her yet.

I switch to the other breast, giving it the same treatment, and she moans my name like a prayer.

“Please,” she whimpers. “Roman, p-please…” she whimpers.

I release her wrists only to flip her over. She lands on her stomach with a surprised gasp, her hair spilling across the pillow. I grip her hips and pull her up onto her knees, positioning her exactly how I want her, ass in the air, face pressed into the mattress, completely at my mercy.

“Stay there.”

I reach into the nightstand for a condom, tear open the wrapper, and roll it on before moving behind her again. She trembles in anticipation as she obeys. I grip her hip with one hand and position myself at her entrance with the other.

I grip her hip with one hand and position myself behind her. “Stay just like that, princess.”

Her fingers curl into the sheets.

I push inside her slowly, feeling her body take me inch by inch. Her breath catches, and I pause long enough to feel her relax around me before moving deeper.

“That okay?”

“Yes.” Her answer comes breathless but certain. “Don't stop.” I thrust deep, filling her, and we both groan at the sensation. She's so fucking tight, so wet, so perfect around me that for a moment I can't think, can't breathe, can only feel.

I begin to move, slowly, stroke for stroke. But when she pushes back against me, meeting my thrusts, I lose control. I grip her hips with both hands and pound into her, the sound of her moan filling the room.

“Touch yourself,” I command. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”

Her hand slides between her legs, her fingers finding her clit. Her breath comes in short gasps, and I feel her body tense beneath me.

“Roman, I'm close…”

“That's it,” I growl. “Don't stop.”

Her fingers move faster, and I tighten my grip on her hip, keeping the rhythm of my thrusts steady as her body begins to tremble.

“Let go, princess. I want to feel it.” I reach around her, covering her hand with mine for a moment and guiding the rhythm. “Like this.”

Cora moans, following my lead as I move against her from behind. When I feel her body tighten around me, I let her take over again.

“Good girl. Now come for me.”

Her orgasm crashes through her like a wildfire consuming everything in its path.

The heat of her release ripples through her in waves, each pulse gripping my cock like she's trying to milk me dry. I grit my teeth, fighting my own release, wanting to feel every moment of her coming apart on me.

When she finally sags against the mattress, boneless and trembling, I grip her hips and drive into her harder, chasing my own edge. She's still pulsing around me, her body sensitive and overwrought, and every thrust makes her moan louder.

I slow, giving her a chance to catch her breath, but Cora pushes back against me instead.