"Now you’re mine. All mine," he told .
Suddenly, the ache in my hole was gone and all that was left was pure bliss.
That wasn’t so bad, I thought.
I’d heard horror stories about girls first tis, but this wasn’t one of those, and as Roman started fucking , I knew I was having the complete and total opposite experience.
Instantly, a globe of warmth began to sparkle deep within my center. I was already getting ready for liftoff to orgasm number two, and I was pretty sure that it was going to knock out.
“Roman..." I whispered as he drove his monster cock in and out of . Each stroke stretched , and I could feel my pussy lips grip his thick shaft each ti he pulled back, as though my body was trying to keep him from slipping out.
He was sweating. I felt a couple of beads drip down onto my lower back, igniting my already flaming passion for him even more. Roman was right; there was a bad girl inside , and she was begging to be let out.
“Play with your pussy while I fuck you, angel," he told in a commanding tone.
"Like this," he said, reaching forward and taking hold of my arm. He bent it gently down and slid my hand between my legs, then pressed my fingers against my clit. "Rub it while I fuck you."
Oh. My. God!
This was like sothing out of a porno scene, and I was loving every second of it. I’d played with myself in private before what girl hasn’t? — but doing it at the sa ti that my dream man pounded from behind?
That was sothing else.
His cock in my tight slit amplified the sensations from my fingers, sending into a realm of pleasure I’d never known.
I was dripping for him, feeling my own juices splash against my inner thighs with each slap from his balls as he drove his cock into . Nothing could have prepared for this. I’d left the house tonight feeling like my world was ending. Now my world was filled with super-saturated colors and soul-encompassing heat threatening to overwhelm .
His thickness was blowing my mind. I literally could feel my pussy stretching to accommodate him, and each stroke caused that little sparkling ball inside to grow.
“Keep playing with yourself, angel," he told as he picked up the pace. I could feel the hunger in his strokes. He was possessed by , and the pride that gave ...
...was impossible to put into words.
I did as I was told, and flicked my index and pointer fingers across my clit quickly as the feelings inside grew.
"You look so fucking sexy," he purred. “You would have been the club’s superstar."
"Yeah?" I asked softly, rolling my clit faster as I got closer.
"No doubt," he replied, burying his cock deep in my cunt.
"But I’d never let you work in a place like that. Only I get to see this gorgeous body."
I smiled as my orgasm hit .
"Only you, baby..."
My body quaked and I collapsed onto the ground. Roman pressed down against , pinning to the floor with his cock as my pussy clenched down on him.
I applied pressure to my clit but stopped all movent as the sensitivity threatened to overwhelm . A moan shook through my lips with each pulse of my pussy.
Roman’s body was slick with sweat and he slid his hand up from my ass and into my hair.
"Good girl," he cooed into my ear. "Co for ."
"I’m coming!" I gasped.
"Co for ..."
I felt like I was being swept over a waterfall of caral into a bubbling brilliant lake below. My head was in the stars while my body rocked like a massive earthquake. Roman’s scent and strength wrapped with security and desire, and as I ca down, my lips twisted into a smile of pure content.
"You like that, baby?" Roman whispered.
"So good.." I whispered. "You’re insane."
"Only the best for you," he said, rocking his hips slowly back and forth, grinding his cock against the tight walls of my dripping pussy.
"You’re the best," I giggled as he wrapped his arms around .
"Is it all in now?"
"It is, angel," he replied. “You want another picture?"
"I do," he said, reaching for the phone. "So I’m going to take one."
"Mmmm, okay," I replied, twisting my face so the cool floor pressed against my cheek.
I lay there, completely out of it, blanketed in bliss, as Roman took his phone, sat up slightly and took a picture.
I opened my eyes as he brought it to my face and smiled.
My ass looks aweso! I thought. It was gleaming, slick with Roman’s sweat. My pussy lips were spread wide, pink and red like they were swollen, wrapped around his cock, which was buried deep. All I could see was a hint of the base.
"Wow..."
"How, right?" he asked as he twisted the phone and snapped a picture of my face.
"No! Roman, no!" I protested.
"I’m gonna look terrible!"
"You look sexy" he corrected , crushing my lips with his to silence my protests. "I love how you look with your cheeks red and sweaty and your hair all ssed up."
Is he serious?
Over my makeup and hair for the club earlier, doing my best to look what I thought was sexy, and now Roman was telling he liked with everything all ssed up?
"Really?"
"Yes, angel," he replied. “You don’t need makeup and lingerie to be beautiful."
If it had been any other guy saying these things to , I would have rolled my eyes and dismissed it as a bad pickup line.
But this was Roman and I believed him.
"I can’t believe you’re still hard," I told him, twisting my hips and grinding back against him. "You’re like...a machine or sothing."
“Like the Terminator?” he asked. I laughed.
"Yes, exactly. You have officially terminated ."
"Well don’t tap out just yet, girl," he smiled. “Because I’ve still got more in store for you."
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