Chapter 500
Then I took him deep. No warning. No buildup. Just my mouth sinking down around his c0ck, my lips stretching around his girth, my throat opening as I took him to the root.
Roman grunted, a guttural sound that echoed off the tiles, his fingers tightening in my hair, his hips jerking forward instinctively.
I hollowed my cheeks, my tongue pressing flat against the underside of his sh@ft as I pulled back, my lips dragging tightly over the ridged h3ad before I swallowed him again, my nose pressing against the base of his c0ck.
“Fvck-fvck, just like that—” His voice was rough, his breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps as my head bobbed, my hand working the base of his c0ck in tight, twisting strokes.
I could feel him swelling in my mouth, his pulse hammering against my tongue. I pulled back with a wet pop, my lips swollen, my chin glistening. “You like that?” I looked up, my hand still stroking him, my thumb pressing against the sensitive sp0t just beneath his cr0wn.
Roman’s answer was a growl, his hand fisting in my hair, yanking me forward as his c0ck hit the back of my throat.
I gagged, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, but I didn’t pull away, didn’t fight it. I took it, my nails digging into his thighs as he f*cked my mouth in short, sharp thrusts.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his voice rough, his hips snapping forward. “Take it. Take every f*cking inch p>
I moaned around him, the vibration making his c0ck jerk, his b@lls drawing up tight. I could taste him getting closer, his thighs trembling beneath my hands.
I pulled back just enough to breathe, my lips dragging over his sh@ft, my tongue swirling around the h3ad before I took him deep again, my throat opening for him, my fingers digging into his toned @ss, urging him on.
“Gonna c*m,” he warned, his voice a rasp, his grip in my hair bordering on painful. “Gonna fill that pretty mouth p>
I hummed in encouragement, my free hand sliding up to cup his b@lls, massaging them gently as I hollowed my cheeks, my lips sealed tight around the base of his c0ck.
I wanted it. Wanted to feel him lose it, wanted to taste him, wanted to swallow every last dr0p of the rage he carried.
Roman’s breath hitched, his body going rigid, his c0ck swelling impossibly larger in my mouth.
Then he was c*mming, his hips stuttering, his release hitting the back of my throat in thick, hot spurts. I swallowed around him, my throat working, my lips sealed tight as I took everything he gave me, my eyes watering, my nose pressed against his skin.
He groaned, low and rough, his body shuddering as the last of his 0rg@sm rung out of him. His grip in my hair loosened, his fingers trembling as he pulled me back, his c0ck slipping from my lips with a wet sound.
I licked my lips, swallowing the last of him, my breath coming in short, uneven gasps as I looked up at him.
Roman’s chest was heaving, his skin slick with sweat, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded as he stared down at me. He reached for me, his hand cupping my jaw, his thumb brushing over my swollen lower lip. “Fvck,” he breathed, his voice rough, his forehead pressing against mine as he leaned down, his other hand bracing against the wall. “Fvck, Savannah p>
I leaned into his touch, my hands sliding up his thighs, my nails scraping lightly over his skin. “Feel better p>
He let out a breathless laugh, his lips brushing against mine, his c0ck twitching as it lay heavy against his thigh. “Definitely p>
I bit my lip. “We can go another p>
He cut me off. “Let’s get married, Sav. Let’s do it quickly. I’m dying to call you my wife p>
And all of a sudden, I forgot how to speak.
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