Page 78 of Forever Fighting
I have no choice but to take what he’s giving me even as myhands claw at his back with each pound. I quake with how good this feels. How deep inside of me he is. How big he feels, filling me so that he’s all I know.
Rough teeth scrape along my jaw as his lips trickle up to mine. He holds me tighter against him, his hips pistoning and pounding, his cock slicing in and out of me so fast I can’t catch my breath. My orgasm is rapidly building, with no way to slow or stop it. He’s dragging it from the depth of my body, commanding I give it to him when he declares so.
I’m tight and swollen. His cock thick and hard. All of it making me crave more.
“Mine,” he grunts, biting my lip. “No one else’s. Not ever.”
He hasn’t stopped fucking me. He hasn’t slowed. He’s covered in sweat and I am too and the way he’s fucking me, hitting my front wall on the inside and my clit on the outside has me digging my nails into his shoulders. I’m marking him. I’m positive of it and he must realize that too because he changes the angle and swivels his hips.
He licks my neck and sucks on my flesh. “My sexy girl. You don’t know how I crave you. How I can’t get enough. Braelyn, I’ll never get enough.”
“Roman… I…”
“Give it to me, baby. Come all over my cock. Then I’m going to fill you up.” He moans as he feels me start to come. “Yes. Oh hell, yes, that’s so good.”
I shatter. Absolutely fall apart. My eyes close and my face buries in his neck, and I hold on as he fucks me through my orgasm. I grind against him, my body shaking as he comes inside of me with a feral roar. The sound and feel of him coming inside me like this take me to the next level.
He collapses on top of me. Releasing my leg from his shoulder, he drops his weight over me, and wraps his arms around me. For a few moments, we simply hold each other and work to slow our breathing. His weight is heavy against me, but it feelsperfect. Slowly, he rocks into me, his lips trickling along my neck.
My fingers glide along the slopes and planes of his back, memorizing them.
“Let’s go for a walk,” he murmurs against me.
I can’t help but giggle. “You expect my legs to work after that?”
I can feel him smile against me. “We could get in the pool and I could fuck you in there next.”
I cackle. I have no clue where it comes from.
His head pops up and he eyes me. “You okay?”
“I have no clue what I am. I’m a lot. That’s all I know.”
“I can’t argue that.”
“Maybe a walk would be good. I haven’t moved much today.”
“That I can argue.” He winks and slowly pulls out of me. I’m sore. Definitely sore, but in that pleasure-pain kind of way. Like after you’ve had a hell of a workout but are vibing on all the endorphins.
He slips back on his briefs and shorts, his eyes all over me as he dresses.
“I’ll be back in a minute.”
He clasps my jaw and holds me still before I can escape. “No more tears or hiding from me.”
“You ripped my panties. I need new ones.”
He shrugs. “Not really. You can go without them.”
I scrunch my nose. “I’m leaking your cum.”
He groans, his forehead back on mine. “You have no idea how hot that is to me.” He reaches down and rubs my pussy, feeling his cum and pushing it back inside me with two fingers. He starts to pump in and out, and holy Christmas, how can I possibly be responding to him when my vagina is simultaneously yelling at me?
“Ah. No. My pussy needs a break before the next happy hour.”
He laughs and kisses me, withdrawing his fingers from me. “Are we good?”
“You’re checking in with me a lot.”
