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I ease back again before sliding forward once more. This time, she swallows when I hit the back of her throat, allowing me to push deeper. Pleasure blasts through me, pulling a loud groan from my lips. I'm in as far as I can go, her lips stretched to capacity around my cock. And Christ, she looks good like that.
I slam one hand against the wall above the bed and hold her still with the other.
I stare down at her, making sure she's okay, before unleashing all the pent-up emotions inside me. The lies I've been spewing to Tahani, the looming possibility of leaving Mila soon, the escalating danger with Guerrero and Francisco...it all boils over and I unleash it onto Mila, using her mouth to rid myself of the guilt and worry and fucking fear.
She moans and whimpers around me as I move, fucking her mouth hard and fast. Her eyes water and she writhes beneath me as I take her throat. It's mine anyway. Every fucking thing about her is mine.
"Christ, Mila," I growl, quickly spiraling out of control. My balls are damn near against her chin I'm so deep, and it still isn't enough. I'm fucking rough with her, rougher than ever before, but I can't stop. The thought of leaving her soon refuses to dislodge. I can't fuck it away. "Take it all. Fuck, baby. Take every last bit."
She does. She takes everything I give her until my balls draw up. Sweat breaks out on my skin as heat rushes through me. I thrust faster, once, twice. My head kicks back, a loud roar tearing from my chest as I come hard.
She swallows everything I give her. Every fucking drop. Her throat tightens around my cock, sending intense aftershocks coursing through my body. But when the overwhelming sensations become too much, I pull back, watching as she gasps for air beneath me. Tears leak from her eyes and her face is red, but she’s smiling like she just won the lottery.
And I know…I fucking know without a doubt that there's no way in hell I'll ever be able to let this woman go.
Chapter Thirteen
Mila
"Oh God," I groan when I see Roman staring down at me. He pants for breath, his hazel eyes on fire with some emotion I can't name. It goes beyond simple desire and simple need. It's… everything.
His face is flushed, and his dark hair is a sweaty mess. He's still hard, his cock thick and heavy.
"Mila," he whispers, and then he's on me.
I struggle against my restraints as he slides down my body, moving faster than I thought was possible. He shoulders his way in between my legs, spreading them wide so his big body can fit between my thighs. He breathes against my pussy, his breath hot and wild.
"Please," I beg, beyond feeling embarrassed by how badly I need him. I don't care if he's in me or on me, just so long as he does something to ease the burn before I explode. I'm so aroused it physically hurts not to come.
He lifts me into his mouth with a guttural cry, squeezing and separating my ass cheeks, and then I'm the one crying out. Screaming as he takes me with his mouth, drinking me down his throat…using his lips, teeth, and tongue to drive me out of my mind. He's ferocious in his need, and I love it. I fucking love how hard he takes me. He doesn't question if I can take it, or if I can handle him. He knows I can.
An orgasm rips through me so fast it knocks the breath out of me. It detonates inside like a bomb, sweeping away everything but bliss. It's so big, too big. I fight against the ties binding me to the bed, trying to get closer to his mouth and get away at the same time as it tears me apart again and then again.
Roman doesn't let up and doesn't let me move. He holds me in place, restraining me as easily as the ties do.
"Again," he commands against my pussy, sucking and licking and biting. Savage, filthy sounds rip from him.
I feel each one against my clit and deeper, in that place only he knows how to find. The one he claimed as his own.
Another orgasm barrels toward me, bigger, more terrifying than the last. My arms ache where I fight and claw against the ties. There's no way I'm going to survive this one. I can already feel it wrecking me, viciously ripping me apart from the inside out.
"Please," I plead, bucking my hips like I can throw him off. I know I can't, though. He's massive, an immovable mountain above me.
He makes me take it, forcing me into stillness and submission. His tongue sweeps lower, pressing right there where I ache for him to go.
"Fucking take it, Mila," he grunts when I cry out in surprise…in shock…in pleasure.
He presses harder, the tip of his tongue slipping inside my ass.
"Roman!" I explode apart, coming until I'm nothing but tiny, broken pieces of pleasure.
He fucks me through it with his tongue, spreading me, opening me up. One finger slips inside and then another. It's pain, and it's pleasure, and I don't want him to stop.
He moves above me, twisting and turning until his cock is in my pussy and his fingers are in my ass.
"I can't stop," he says. I don't know if it's a warning or a promise, but I don't care. Not when he's inside me. Not when he's moving like a storm.
I'm so fucking full of him; it's too much and not enough at the same time. He's so big that it hurts and doesn't hurt enough. He fills and overwhelms me, a delicious ache that’s too much and never enough.
