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And it is acock.
This is no Victorian "member" or even a dick. It's thick and long and aggressive and right at the tip, there's apiercing,gleaming dully under the light.
"What is… that's a piercing." I observe stupidly.
"It is, baby," he says, kissing me. "It's all for you. When I push inside you, it's going to rub against all those sensitive places. The ones that start with a letter like G, or A, and end with 'spot'."
"You know your anatomy," I laugh breathlessly but still a little freaked out.
He slides a finger inside me and then another, kissing me. "You're ready."
"I'm not sure! Maybe we should -"
"You're clean," he interrupts, kissing me harshly. "So am I. You had a contraceptive shot at your last doctor's visit."
"What the hell? Are you?–"
The broad head of his cock pushes inside me and I can feel the stretch already, a burn that radiates through my entire center, and impossibly, my clitoris is even harder. Roman seems to notice because he puts his thumb on it, stroking around it firmly.
It should be too much. I'm too sensitive, but somehow it blends with the whole heat and sting of him and I can barely breathe. Everything around us narrows down just to the feel of him inside me. He fucks me, hands gripping my ass, and I mindlessly push against him. There's nothing left of me. Just my body filled past bursting, cock buried inside me, slippery wetness.
My back arches every time he tugs on my nipples. He bites the thin skin of my throat, kisses it, bites again. His skin is gleaming with sweat and I'm mindlessly leaving scratches, trying to anchor myself.
When he thrusts impossibly, painfully high, my legs fly up as I shriek and he pulls them against his chest, banding my thighs with one arm. Mindlessly arching my hips, I can feel the piercing now, the hard rub of it against my soft walls andoh…I can feel my orgasm beginning to shiver up my spine and it's too fast to fight it. It barrels through me and Roman laughs breathlessly as my hands grip and slip on his sweaty skin.
"Like a fucking furnace," he grunts. "I knew you would be. It feels like you're melting the skin off my cock."
"Sor – sorry," I gasp.
"Don't be. I could live inside you." He gives another greedy, guttural chuckle. "Stay buried forever inside this perfect, fiery cunt."
There's nothing to do but grab the front of his shirt and hold on as he hammers into me.
I know I'm going to deeply regret this tomorrow morning when I wake up and I'll be limping. But it will beworthit. Worth it that a man as insanely hot and delicious and powerful as Roman wants me. I know from the unhinged way he's shoving into me that he really,reallywants me.
"I'm going to need another one." He hitches up my thighs, lifting my ass off the counter, and angles his hips. Now, his piercing is not just rubbing against me, it feels like it's scraping a path through me and I'm insanely wet, gushing wet, and when he tugs on my nipples,hardand slaps them, I come again. Shrieking this time, no quiet, good girl orgasm. Screaming. A wild, unhinged screech, barely hearing his whisper of, "That's good, sweet Violet, just like that. Let me hear you."
Long fingers grip my thighs, knuckles white against my skin, and he slams inside me hard and holds, flooding me. His head tilts back, teeth gritted, tendons tight in his neck.
Roman is like a beautiful statue, a weird fever dream of perfection, and the thought that I made him come this hard sends me over the edge again, too.
Chapter Fifteen
In which some things are worth walking bow-legged for.
Violet…
I was wrong. The issue is not having trouble walking after waking up the next morning. I have trouble even standing upright after sliding off the counter.
Roman wraps an arm around my waist as he runs his finger up our combined finish dripping down my thigh, giving me the filthiest look as he puts it in his mouth, tasting us together.
My shaking hands are useless, trying to get my bra back in place and he brushes my clumsy fingers aside and putting me back to – more or less – someone who didn't look like she had been fucking her host/guy she hired to kill her stepfather. Buttoning up his jeans, Roman looks a little feral.
"I want to do that again," he says. "Right now."
Wincing as I take a step, I say, "Flattering. But I'm going to need to get the feeling back in my legs first." Something he said earlier hits me. "Wait. You said you knew I was clean and on birth control." I put my hand up as his mouth opens. "I do not want to know right now how you know that. But, are you clean?"
Roman smooths my hair away from my face. "Yes. I was tested last month. But I've never had sex without a condom before."
