She smiled slyly. “You said you wanted to be inside me…”
“I do. But I generally prefer to control the when and the how. And you forgot protection.”
Her face grew serious. “Shit.”
“Yeah.” He lowered her onto his thighs so his cock rested against her pussy between her spread legs. The friction caused even more brain cells to leak out of her body. How could she forget protection?
He palmed the bed next to him until he found the foil pack he’d set there hours ago, and then he handed it to her. “Put it on me.”
“So bossy.” She took it from him with a grin.
He narrowed his gaze. “Does your ass still burn?”
She shivered. “Yes.”
“Then stop talking and roll the condom on me before I lose my ability to care. One of us needs to bring some sanity to the bed.”
He was right. Her fingers shook as she tore the package open and then rolled the rubber down his length. “Now, may I please fuck you?” she sassed.
He grabbed her hips again and lifted her until she was poised over his cock. No movement on her part would enable her to lower herself with his grip, however. “You may be on top right now, but no, you won’t be fucking me. I’ll do the work. You’ll take what I permit how and when I permit it. Understood?”
She nodded, moisture leaking out of her at his tone and the command in his voice. Damn bossy man was sexy as hell ordering her around. “Please, Sir?”
He slammed her down over his cock, filling her so full so fast she gasped.
She reached forward with both hands to brace herself against his chest. Her breasts swayed heavily between them.
“Say it again,” he demanded.
For a moment she didn’t know what he meant. Her entire world had shrunk to the feel of him stretching her tight channel so far it almost hurt as the slight twinge of pain switched to intense pleasure.
“Say it again,” he repeated.
She shifted her gaze from the spot where he was buried inside her to his face. Realization dawned. “Please, Sir.” Her voice was completely different that time. No longer teasing or sassing or making fun. She spoke in a serious gentle tone of submission.
He moaned. “Yes. Like that. That’s how I want you to say it. Do it again.” He held her hips, keeping himself completely still inside her while the pressure made her squirm with the need for friction.
“Please…Sir… Please fuck me.” She’d say anything to get him to move. But those words of submission seemed to turn him into someone else. Someone darker. Not in the sense she was afraid of him. More like he was sliding into a natural role that suited him completely and made him at home.
It was intense. Scary in a way. Frightening in the sense that she knew she was about to fall more completely under his spell. “Please. Let me ride you, Sir.”
He searched her face and must have found something he approved of because he released her hips and smoothed his hands down around to her tender ass. With slight pressure, he encouraged her to lift.
She planted her knees firmly at his sides and rose off him several inches, only to slam back down, wanting to feel his fullness buried to the hilt once more.
She tipped her head back and moaned around the stretch.
His hands moved to her shins. “Lift your knees, baby. Plant your feet.”
She did as he told her, the new position causing her clit to no longer rub against the base of his cock.
“Now ride me.”
She used the balls of her feet for leverage and lifted off him.
He grabbed her hands next, tugging them from his chest. “Cup your breasts.”
She shivered. She’d never touched herself in front of a man before. Could she do it now?
His eyes were deep pools of darkness, making it difficult to tell if his pupils were dilated or not. She assumed yes, and cupped her breasts, arching her back and using her feet to keep her spine straighter to avoid falling forward.
“That’s it. So sexy. Pinch your nipples.”
It was becoming apparent that although she was on top, she was in no way in control of a single act of this lovemaking.
Roman wasn’t kidding. He was fully dominant and in charge.
And it was sexy as hell.
She pinched her nipples hard enough to sting, shocking herself and drawing a moan from her mouth.
“That’s it. You like that. You like the slight pain, the rush of arousal that follows.”
She nodded, unable to focus on his face any more. Her clit… God, nothing was touching it, and she needed the friction. She attempted to lean farther forward to graze it against the base of his cock, but he stopped her with his grip on her hips. “Not yet. Fuck me first. You may play with your nipples, but don’t come until I say so.”
“Yes, Sir.” His words made her so much more aroused she didn’t see how she’d be able to obey them, but she would try. She rose off his cock at his nudge and then lowered back down.
“You’re so tight. So wet.” He gritted his teeth as he spoke. “I’m not going to last.”
She wanted him to come. Wanted to see what he looked like when he lost control.
The need for something to touch her clit swirled constantly in her brain, but she transferred the craving to her nipples, twisting and pulling them as if the friction would make up for what she really wanted. Meanwhile, she forced herself to focus on his face.
He did all the lifting, controlling every move she made, keeping her planted as long as he wished and then holding her suspended with equivalent command. As he let her pussy consume him again, he spoke. “You have no idea how sexy you are.”
He was right.
“Do you want to remain on top and make me come without touching your clit? Or would you prefer I flipped you onto your back and fucked you until we both come?”
He was so full of choices. And she noticed yet again, his options were both shocking. Not choices at all. Just two methods of figuratively torturing her body into submission.
She badly wanted to retain some control and know she made him come herself, so she decided to forgo her own orgasm in order to watch his, knowing if she let him take over, she’d lose herself and not get to watch him come. “I’ll stay on top, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He released her hips. “Keep your fingers on your nipples, your back straight for balance, and don’t come.”
Did he realize that telling her not to come was the same as demanding she peak? It made her that horny.
She ignored the pulsing from her clit and took the opportunity he’d given her to lift several inches off his cock and slam back down. She pinched her nipples harder, enjoying the mix of pain and pleasure. The feel of him inside her pussy was almost enough to bring her to orgasm by itself. Not quite. Maddening. But it felt so damn good.
She fucked him faster, loving the way he permitted it even though she understood in the back of her mind that he was still controlling her while she did the work. She had command of her speed and pressure and even the grip she used to squeeze his cock with her channel. But she didn’t have the ability to come. It would remain elusive until he either touched her clit or let her do it. At this point, she wouldn’t mind doing it herself.
His face was strained as he grew closer. His jaw tight. His lips pursed.
She somehow managed to remain upright while she slammed him into her as deeply as possible over and over again.
Finally, he snapped, his mouth opening, his face tensing, his hands once again grasping her hips. He held her steady, his cock fully buried. And she watched as he came. He grunted as he pulsed inside her. It took a full minute before his face relaxed and he could focus on her eyes. “Sexiest moment of my life.”
She gave a slight nod, so needy she wasn’t sure she would survive if he didn’t let her come. Could a person die from unfulfilled arousal?
“Now.”
Now what?
“Let go of your breasts and touch your clit.”
Seri
ously? He wanted her to rub herself for him?
“Don’t think about it. Just do it.”
She released her nipples and dropped her hands to the space between her legs where her clit hovered inches from his cock.
“Lick your fingers.”
She stared at their connection while she sucked two fingers into her mouth and pulled them back out with a pop.
“Stroke your clit, baby. Do what makes you feel good.”
She couldn’t say what made her feel good. She wasn’t in the habit of using her fingers to masturbate. When she needed relief, she usually grabbed something more powerful. With batteries. Or a charger.
But she wasn’t about to let this opportunity slide. He might change his mind if she didn’t act fast. And she doubted he’d let her come any other way than by her own hand right now.
She reached between her legs and pinched her clit between the two fingers, and then she stroked them over the tip, bringing to light how close she was to orgasm already. She moaned at the sensitivity and then flicked her clit rapidly. It didn’t take long for her to know she was close. “May I come, Sir?” she asked, hoping her words would please him.
“Yes, Sofia. Come for me.”
She pressed her fingertips into the spot below her clit, the base where all the nerve endings collided. And then she came. Hard. And it felt amazing with his cock inside her and his eyes on her body.
She might have fallen forward, but he braced her with his hands on her waist while she rode the waves of sensation and then sucked in a deep breath.
“Sexiest thing ever,” he stated as he lowered her to her side, rolling with her, keeping himself lodged in her pussy. “You take my breath away.”
Chapter 8
For the longest time, Roman stared at her, holding her gaze while he stroked her back. Eventually he eased his cock out of her channel, leaving her sorry for the loss of connection.
“Don’t worry. It will fit snuggly back in again in a while.” He leaned to the side of the bed to grab a tissue and dispose of the condom.
She flushed. How did he read her so well?
He flattened his hand between her shoulder blades and pressed forward. “Roll onto your belly. I want to see your bottom.”
Mortified by his words, she did as he commanded, happy for the ability to bury her face in the pillow.
Roman’s fingers danced across the heated skin of her ass. “Perfect. Pink. But not bruised.”
She held her breath. It was insane letting him scrutinize her so closely. Then again everything they’d done was insane today.
“Does it hurt, baby?”
She shook her head against the pillow. It didn’t. When he touched her there, it served more as a reminder of how hard she’d come while he made her ass that color, and that thought aroused her all over again.
He flipped her onto her back and leaned over her to stare at her face, inches separating them. He studied her, and he must have been satisfied with what he found. “You have to be starving.”
Her stomach rumbled at his words. Lord. Even that part of her anatomy reacted to him.
He smiled. “Let’s get you fed. And then I want to see the bills you have from the nursing home.”
Did he have to ruin a perfectly awesome moment with a mention of her mother and the extremely dire situation Sofia was in?
If he read her disappointment, he ignored it, slapping her thigh lightly and then rolling off the bed. He tugged his jeans up his legs but left them unbuttoned. Hot as hell.
When he reached for her hand and pulled her to her feet, she wobbled. Her legs didn’t feel completely capable of holding her upright for a second.
She finally got her balance and reached down to grab his T-shirt off the floor.
He stopped her. “Leave it. I like you naked.”
She righted herself. “Roman…” No way was she going to wander around the house with no clothes.
He lifted a brow, daring her to argue. “Your body is fucking gorgeous, Sofia. I want to see it. All the time. I might not be able to have you forever, but please let me have everything I can get while I do have you.”
She fought the emotion rising up in her throat at his mention of leaving. She’d had him less than a full day. How many were left? Thirty? Did he say he might stay longer? And where would that leave her?
Fucked.
Literally.
But she’d take every single thing he offered her for as long as he offered it. Because she was in that deep.
No matter the cost, she was in for whatever he would share.
Was the price too high? Undoubtedly. But it had already been paid in full in the last few hours. Nothing would change the pain of losing him. So she might as well enjoy it while it lasted.
He tugged her hand and led her out of the bedroom and down the hall toward the kitchen. When they arrived, he lifted her off the ground and set her on the island.
She wiggled. “I’m naked, Roman. This is making me uncomfortable.” She glanced at the window. The sun was setting. But there were no curtains. She knew they were too far from the beach for anyone to see anything inside, but she was still unnerved.
Roman smiled. “Get over it.” He followed her gaze and glanced outside. “No one can see in.”
“You’re sure?”
“Positive. And I also know the shred of risk that someone might see you will make you more aroused.”
Damn him again. Her pussy gripped at the emptiness when he spoke those words.
She followed him around the room with her gaze. When she asked if she could help him cook, he declined. When she asked if she could at least get off the counter, he rejected that plan too.
So she sat. Naked. And enjoyed the scent of red sauce filling the kitchen as he made spaghetti. She tried to remember the last time she’d eaten homemade sauce and failed.
He was good in the kitchen. Quick. Efficient. In no time, a gourmet meal was on the table, and he finally helped her hop down to join him.
“You’re spoiling me.”
“You need it.”
He was right. But she didn’t like it.
When they finished eating, he also insisted she go take a bath while he cleaned the kitchen.
Best day of her life. It might have started as shit getting her stuff out of her sad excuse for an apartment, but the rest of it had totally made up for the beginning.
She ran a bath and eased into the hot water, leaning back and letting herself drift off. She thought Roman would join her. She kept expecting him to step into the room at any moment. But the water got cold, and she finally forced herself to get out and wrap in a huge fluffy towel. He hadn’t said anything about towels being forbidden.
With that brazen thought in her mind, she padded back toward the front of the house in search of her man.
Roman finished cleaning the kitchen and then picked up the pile of bills for the nursing home that sat on the far end of the table. He only meant to take a glance and see what she was paying to help him understand what she was up against, but the total shocked him, forcing him to take a seat and go through everything more thoroughly.
With no regard for the passage of time, he eventually pulled out his laptop and powered it up. In less than a minute, he had shot a message off to Tex.
Abram: Forgot to contact you earlier today. Sorry about that. I’m here. Everything is perfect.
Tex: Good. I was wondering.
Abram: Listen. I need your help. Off the record.
Tex: Of course. Anything.
Roman smiled. Of course that would be Tex’s response. He expected nothing less.
Abram: I have a friend. Well, more than a friend. Long story. But she’s in a bind. I’m holding her bills in my hand. Her mother has been in a nursing home for six years. She has Alzheimer’s. I’m seriously concerned about what Sofia has been paying this home for all these years. The numbers are suspicious. Can you check the place out for me?
Tex: Sofia huh? You’ve been in Norfolk how m
any hours?
Abram: Funny guy.
Tex: Sorry. Yes. Of course. Shoot me the information you have. I’ll do some digging. Get back to you.
Abram: Thanks, man. Owe you one.
Tex: No you don’t.
Roman entered several lines of information concerning the nursing home and the pile of bills. He then closed the computer, still holding the bills in his hand. A chill ran up his spine. Something was terribly wrong.
Which meant one of two things. Either Sofia had been taken to the cleaners for all these years at the horrific expense to her own health and well-being and she’d never recoup the money. Or Roman, with the help of Tex, would figure out a way to wrong this right.
Roman hoped for the latter.
Something made him glance up to find Sofia shuffling across the room wearing a towel.
He smiled. “Sorry. I got distracted. How was your bath?”
She stepped into his open arms when he stood and held them out for her. “Marvelous.”
He inhaled her scent. “You smell wonderful.”
“You bought the body wash.” She tipped her head back to meet his gaze. “I hope you didn’t pick a scent you hated.”
He shrugged and lifted a tendril of hair that hung down her neck, having escaped the band holding the rest on her head. “I just grabbed a pretty one. I didn’t test it out.”
“Risky,” she joked. “Could have been awful.”
He leaned forward until his nose touched hers. “Doubt it. Not after you used it on your body. But more importantly, why are you wearing a towel?”
She grinned. “You said no clothes. You never mentioned anything about towels.”
He reached under the bottom edge that barely covered her bottom and gave her cheek a slight pinch.
She yelped and tried to jump out of his embrace.
Did she really think he would let her go?
More importantly, could he ever let her go? A burn in his chest grew with every passing moment. This woman was so much more than he allowed himself to believe fifteen years ago or even last night.
She was his perfect match.
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