Page 48 of Mister Gregory


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"Please, Roman," she pleads, whimpering.

"Are you going to let me tie you to my bed and do filthy shit to you?" I ask against her ear. For days, I've been thinking about taking her that way. She loves to challenge me, and I live for that shit. But I want her restrained for once, completely at my mercy. I want to know how crazy I can make her before she cracks.

Her body tenses for a split second before immediately relaxing. She whimpers and tries to grind against me again.

"Yeah, you're gonna let me tie you up," I chuckle, grabbing her round ass to hold her to me.

I release one plump cheek long enough to switch off the coffee pot and then turn with her in my arms. I almost run us into a wall when I feel her teeth in my skin.

She immediately sweeps her tongue across the bite mark, making me growl. As I carry her up the stairs, her mouth is all over me, making me bump into shit the entire way. I don't even fucking care, though. My dick is so hard it's painful. I need to be in her.

As soon as I drop her on the bed, she's on me. Her nails rake across my abs, pulling a hiss from my lips. I don't know how the hell she does it, but she always knows exactly how to touch me, exactly how much pain to inflict, to drive me wild.

I'm not a small guy. I'm not delicate. I like it hard and rough. I love that she gives it back to me as good as she gets it.

"Arms up," I demand, grabbing her hand before she can get to my dick. If she touches me, this will be over too fucking quickly. We have all day. I plan to take my time.

She grumbles wordlessly, but for once, she doesn't challenge me. She lifts her arms, allowing me to strip my shirt from her.

"Do you have any idea how sexy you are, Mila?" I ask, biting my lip and palming my cock as I stare at her tits. Her body is incredible. There's enough of her to grab onto without hurting her. She's like a pin-up model, my own personal wet dream.

And she's all fucking mine.

"Lay back and spread your legs," I command, palming my cock again. The things I want to do to her…she has no idea. There's nothing sweet about the way I want to take her. I want to fuck her, use her, own every inch of that gorgeous little body. I want my name to be the only one she ever screams, the only one she fucking remembers.

Eager to obey for once, she scrambles up the bed on her hands and knees, her bare ass in the air.

I bite back a groan at the sight and reach out, running my hand across her plump cheeks.

"Oh," she gasps when my fingers brush across the crevice of her ass, grazing against her back entrance.

"You going to let me in here?" I ask her, touching that perfect little hole again.

"Maybe," she mumbles, averting her gaze. She wants it but doesn't think she should.

Fuck that.

"Look at me."

She glances my way again, a blush spread across her cheeks. Her eyes don't meet mine, instead settling near my mouth. I step closer to the bed and brush my fingers along her jaw before tilting her face up until her eyes finally meet mine.

"I want every part of you, Mila," I tell her, making sure she hears me and that she understands what I'm saying to her. "What we do is our business. No one else's."

"Okay," she says quietly.

I study her face for another moment. Hesitation still lurks deep in her eyes.

"I want in there," I murmur and run my free hand down her back to her ass again before squeezing. "You squeeze the fuck out of my fingers when I play with you there. You know how many times I've thought about how much tighter you'll be around my cock when I fuck you there?"

"N-no." Her voice shakes, but she's not embarrassed this time. She's excited again, imagining me taking here there, claiming every single part of her.

"Soon," I promise and then tap one cheek. "Lay down and let me see that pretty pussy, baby."

A breathy whimper rolls from her lips. She turns onto her back, her hair fanning across my pillows. Her green eyes meet mine again as she slowly spreads her legs for me. She takes her time doing it, fucking teasing me like always, getting me worked up before giving me exactly what I want.

"Fuck," I groan when she's finally where I want her, spread wide for me. She's soaked, her juices glistening on the lips of her pussy. I palm my cock again, trying to relieve a little pressure. It's a fruitless attempt, of course. The only thing that's going to ease the ache is burying myself in her.

I fucking wish I had ropes to tie her with, but I don’t. Deciding neckties will do, I walk toward the dresser across the room and grab two from the drawer.

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