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“So much,” Angela gasped, her nails digging in even through the fabric of his shirt. “More than I’ve ever loved anyone before.”
Roman pushed Angela back until she was flat against the table with her legs draped over the edge. He moved closer between her spread thighs and gripped his erection. Then he slapped it against her glistening folds. Once, twice, gratified when she whimpered. “And what about my cock? How much do you love that?”
“More than I ever thought I could,” Angela vowed, her head thrashing on the table.
Roman grunted in satisfaction and lined himself up at her entrance. He snapped his hips forward and impaled Angela on his cock in one smooth glide. She screamed, her pussy clenching around him greedily. “Oh, yeah. You love that, don’t you?”
“Yes!” Angela cried. “Yes, yes, yes!”
“Beg me,” Roman demanded, feeling frantic and territorial, and so many other emotions he couldn’t name. He pulled out of her wet heat, poised at her entrance. “Beg me for it, Angel.”
“Please. Please, Roman. I want it,” she cried out.
“What do you want?” He gripped the base of his shaft so he could maneuver better. Then he slapped her clit a couple more times with his dick, making her moan. “What do you want?” he asked again, his piercing rubbing against her sensitized flesh. “Use your words, baby.”
“Your cock!” she shouted. “I want your cock.”
A low, almost feral groan worked its way past his lips. “It’s yours,” he promised. He leaned over her, nipping at her lips. “Only yours.” He loved feeling the shudder that went through her body from his words and rewarded her by sliding his dick back to her opening. He stretched her wide once more, pausing briefly to look his fill and heighten the anticipation, then pushed forward with his hips, seating himself to the hilt.
“Please. Move,” Angela pleaded, her eyes glassy. “I need it.”
Roman rotated his hips. “What do you need? Words, baby. Give me the words.”
Angela’s fist hit him in the chest. “I need to come! I want to come! Fuck me so I can come.”
“There’s a good girl,” he murmured.
He thrust again and again, deep and hard, propelling them closer to completion. Sweat beaded his brow, dripping onto Angel and he watched it travel down her generous breasts to nestle in her bellybutton. When she reached down to touch her own clit, he slapped her hand away. “No. You come from my cock and just my cock. You show me how much you love this. How much you love me.”
She looked confused for a moment, as if she couldn’t comprehend what he was saying, before she glared angrily. The grumpy expression made him grin, and he continued to fuck her hard, holding her hands to ensure she didn’t try to cheat again.
“You should be showing me how much you love this. How much you love me. Come on, Roman, fuck me. Come for me!” Angela urged, goading him beautifully.
He cursed in three languages before shifting his hands to her hips and pounding into her willing body, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He idly worried about leaving a mark, then thought perhaps he would enjoy seeing his mark on her. Just like he had the first time they were together.
She secured her legs around him, crossing her ankles over the top of his ass, and planted her palms on the table. Half sitting up, she used the leverage to push herself against him, taking as good as she got.
“Fuck!” he snarled. “Look at us.”
Angel looked down, and they both watched as her body accepted his over and over again. It was the filthiest, sexiest thing he had ever seen. The sight of his wet dick going in and out of Angel’s gaping hole, was made all the hotter by the sounds echoing in the room. Skin slapped against skin and moans and cries filled the space.
The pace was fast and brutal, and unable to be sustained for long. But it didn’t need to go forever, because there would always be a next time, Roman assured himself. So, when Angel’s body began to ripple around his, becoming taut, and her fingernails dug futilely into the wood of the dining table, he almost said a prayer of thanks.
Her pleasure-filled cry was music to his ears, largely because he was also there, at that point where pleasure met pain and they fell over the precipice together. Their movements slowed as he softened, but he didn’t pull out immediately. Not even when his cum started to leak back out around his dick.
“There’s nothing better than seeing you ruined from my cock,” Roman crooned. He winced a second later, immediately regretting his words and worried that they sounded like a nightmare to someone who had been sexually abused.
But Angela simply smiled at him before stretching languidly. “I’m glad you think so. But I happen to think the best thing is when your legs give out after fucking me.” She winked at him. “I like making your knees weak.”
As he stood back up, it was on wobbly legs and he shot her a disgruntled look when she giggled at him. “Quiet, woman.”
“I told you so.”
He grunted, stripping off his clothes and letting them fall carelessly to the floor. Now that his lust had been satiated, he no longer felt as desperate. Nor as mad.
He picked her up, carrying her to the ensuite of their bedroom. He sat her down on the vanity, grinning when she yelped from the coldness. “You could stand to cool some of the heat you’ve got going on down there, trust me,” he told her.
Angela gaped at him. “You’re terrible.”
