‘Bad Intentions by Niykee Heaton’ starts playing on the radio as Roman’s touch shifts. He stands up, flattening one of his large hands against my stomach as the other traces back up my spine. The contrast between the heat of his body and the cool air, makes me whimper and my pussy clenches.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmurs softly against my shoulder, his lips barely brushing my skin as he says it.
Tears sting my eyes as he gives me a choice I’ve only ever had with him. I shake my head as his lips brush just under my ear.
“I don’t want you to,” I whisper, the admission quiet but steady.
His forehead presses briefly against my neck like he’s grounding himself before his hands tighten slightly and then he turns me. It’s not quick or forceful, just enough that I’m facing him with my hands finding his shirt without thinking. My head tilts up to meet his gaze, and I hold my breath as his hand lifts to my face. His thumb brushes along my cheek; I lean into it as my eyes fall shut, something in my chest loosening in a way that feels dangerously close to relief.
“You’re safe,” he says quietly and I don’t know if he means here, with him, or something bigger than that.
His lips find mine, slower this time, but it’s nothing like the way anyone else has ever touched me. There’s no urgency to it, no force, just a steady pull that I feel all the way through me as I respond without thinking, my body softening against his like it finally understands what it’s supposed to do.
My hands drop to his waist, as my fingers brush over the firm line of his hips and I push his trousers down. The fabric drags slowly against his skin and the second they fall away there’s a shift in the air that makes my breath catch. Heavy heat rolls off him and presses into me before he even touches me again. Roman’s hands find me just as fast as our kiss turns heated.
There’s an impatient feeling in the way he consumes me and I feel a sharp sting as my thong is ripped from my body. The sound makes me gasp as cool air rushes over me where warmth had been trapped second before. Every nerve feels exposed and hypersensitive and the faint brush of air makes my toes curl against the floor. His hands slide under my thighs and lifts me up, the sudden movement pulling another breath from my lungs as my body reacts before my mind can catch up. My legs wrap around him instinctively and it sends a sharp, electric tingle racing up my spine.
I feel his cock pressing at the centre of my cunt and I whimper into his frantic kisses as he growls into my mouth.
“You’re fucking dripping,” he groans as he breaches my entrance and I keen at the feeling.
He’s so big it burns. I don’t think I can ever get used to his size. Leaning back, he breaks the kiss and uses one of his hands to hold me up and the other to grab my throat as he looks down at where we’re connected.
“You’ve got to let me in, Tink. I know you can take more than that.” I try to nod, but the firm hold on my throat stops me.
“Look at us,” he demands, letting go of my throat from the front before moving to the back of my head and pushing my neck down so I can see his cock about two inches inside me.
It makes me clench at the size and he throws his head back and moans to the ceiling. The sight of him losing himself makes me feral as tingles spread across my whole body. He looks back down at where he’s in me before pulling his hips back and punching the remaining way through. His size causes me to lose my breath as I feel the tip of his cock hit my cervix.
The pain is explosive. It radiates around my body like electricity as I clutch at his shoulders to steady myself.
“Fuck!” he barks before pulling out and drilling back in. “That’s it, little one, take it.”
“Jesus, Ro,” I cry out, the sensations getting better and better as I feel my pussy clutching at him.
Everything else fades.
The room.
The blood.
The body on the floor.
All I can feel is him. The way his hands hold me like I matter. The way he pounds in and out of my cunt. The way nothing in this feels like something I have to survive. My breath breaks as I press closer and I let myself fall into it, into him, into something that feels so different it almost scares me. A sound tears out ofme before I can stop it, my body tightening and trembling as everything starts to slip out of my control.
The pressure builds low and sharp, coiling tighter with every movement. His hand moves over me, rough and deliberate, and when his fingers find my clit, it sends a jolt straight through me, my back arching as the sensation spikes hard enough to steal the breath from my lungs. My body reacts before I can think, every nerve pulling tighter, more sensitive, the friction and pressure turning overwhelming in the best and worst way.
His voice is in my ear, low and constant, and even when I try to focus on anything else, it threads through me, keeping me exactly where he wants me. The pressure sharpens again and when his fingers press against me one last time, it tips me over completely.
“Cum for me, Tink, cover my cock.”
“FUCK!” I cry out.
My body gives in all at once. The release hits hard and sudden, tearing through me in waves that make my legs shake and my grip tighten around him. My breath stutters, my chest heaves as everything pulses and contracts, the sensation rolling through me again and again until I can’t do anything but hold on and let it take me under.
“Yes,” he hisses in my ear, “good,”thrust, “fucking,”thrust, “girl,” he growls through gritted teeth as I feel him explode inside me, painting my cunt with his own mark.
My whole body feels too sensitive, too alive, every point of contact burning as I come down slowly, the aftershocks still flickering through me. I cling to him as the intensity fades, my head dropping forward as I try to catch my breath. My body feels heavy and loose all at once, every muscle spent, every nerve still humming. I can still feel him inside me, the fullness grounding me as I come back into myself piece by piece.