I rolled over, propping myself up on my knees and elbows. Through the reflection of the glass I watched as Roman ran his hands over my ass and spread my thighs wider. “Look at this,” he whispered as I felt him part my folds. “Such a pretty pink pussy. Open and ready for me.” I twisted my head to watch as he dipped his head down and thrust his tongue inside me.
“Oh God.” My head fell to the side, and I arched into him.
His hand slid around my thigh, and he stroked my clit. He licked and sucked ruthlessly while his fingers strummed me to the extreme until wetness was slipping down my inner thigh. Delicious pressure expanded in my core, and knew I was close to reaching that high. “Do you know how good you taste?” he asked as his fingers pushed deep inside me replacing his mouth.
“No,” I moaned out barely as I moved against him.
“Like fucking heaven.” He shoved three fingers deep inside me and I felt the hot wave of pleasure crash over me. I cried out as my body convulsed in sweet agony. When my body floated back down to reality, he pulled out his fingers. He wrapped a steel arm around my stomach yanking me flush against him with my back to his chest. Leaning over me he put his damp fingers on my bottom lip. “Taste yourself.” I froze, never doing this before but he pressed against my lips. “Taste how fucking sweet you are.” My tongue darted out tentatively as he pushed them in farther. It wasn’t a bad taste.
I heard his faint groan behind me as I sucked his fingers deeper. When I licked him clean, he encased my thighs with his pressing them together. His cock pulsed between my legs rubbing his length back and forth against my slick core. I was still sensitive and the friction between us was awakening new sensations.
“Roman.” I wiggled against his now slick erection, desperate for him.
“What is it? Tell me what you need.”
“Please.” I begged while he kept rubbing his cock against my entrance. I felt the flexing of his stomach muscles against my hips as he pulsed and swiveled, teasing me, torturing me.
“Please? Be specific, Theodora.” His lips were pressed near the shell of my ear, and I didn’t miss the smug undertone.
“Please. I need you inside me.”
“God, I need to fuck you now, Corazón,” he growled bending us both over as my elbows hit the leather.
The head of his cock invaded me, and I dropped my forehead biting my bottom lip. At this angle it was a very snug fit. “Fuck, Theodora. You’re so goddamn tight.” He thrust deeper inside. I panted as he stretched me. He exhaled harshly against my ear. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not.” I breathed out as his arm around my stomach tightened and he slammed all the way into me. I stifled a cry of surprise because I was filled to the hilt. He pulled out all the way and thrust into me again, just as savage. Over and over. Deeper and deeper with each pass.
“Do you know how good you feel on my cock?” His voice crooned with vibrations as he pounded so hard into me. His thighs slapped against my skin. So hard, the lounger scraped over the hardwood floor.
“Like heaven?” I could barely get the words out because my body was tingling.
He fucked me even harder if that were possible. “No. Not even close.” He hovered over me closer pressing my body into the leather cushions with his weight and gripped my throat firmly. The hand splayed across my stomach slid down to my pussy, fingers digging into me. “It feels like…” He jerked against me, his tempo more frenetic. “La muerte dulce. The sweetest fucking death,” he ground out hitting my G-spot at the same time. I tensed screaming out my pleasure as my toes curled succumbing to the most intense climax I’d ever had. Roman rushed out words in Spanish while I felt his hot seed spilling inside me. He kept pulsing like he couldn’t stop.
Finally, he dropped his forehead into my neck and kissed my skin murmuring words I didn’t understand, but his tone was soft and seductive. I would’ve collapsed if he wasn’t holding me because I was left immobile. Soon after, he lifted me up and carried me to the bed cradling me in his arms. “My downfall,” he crooned in a barely audible voice. My mind was too muddled to consider his words and my body weak. He pulled down the comforter and laid me down gently. “Get ready, Corazón, because one time with you is never enough.”
I woke up to the loud blaring of an alarm and tried to reach out to stop it somehow, but realized I was trapped in a cocoon of tan, muscular arms. Last night and the early morning events flooded through my exhausted brain. Roman had given me so many orgasms, I’m certain my vagina was numb. I nudged him. “Roman, I have class in an hour.”
I glanced over my shoulder as he popped one eye open spooning behind me and I could feel his erection nestled against my butt. “Good morning.” He kissed my temple and casually stretched out an arm behind him, and the obnoxious alarm was silenced. I tried to shift away, but he pulled me back. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I told you I have class and I need to hurry to my dorm so I can shower and change.”
“Fuck class, stay with me.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.” He shifted until I was underneath him while he had me trapped between his forearms. He pulsed his hard cock against my pussy. “This is serious, too.” I fought a moan still sensitive after last night. He kissed the tip of my nose. “You’re staying with me.”
“Are you going to lock me up in your room and keep me hidden away from the world?”
“I might. I hadn’t thought about it, but now that you mention it. Sounds like a good idea to me,” he deadpanned.
I fought a smile and my eyes darted to his broad chest running my fingers over the scripted words tattooed on his skin. La venganza es mía dice el Señor. I’d asked him about it the other night. “What does this mean?”
He stared down at my fingers and said softly, “Vengeance is mine saith the Lord.”
My hand froze. Fuzzy memories that I could never piece together were locking in place. The words were familiar, whispered ominously for my unfortunate benefit before being shoved into a pane of glass. Fear trickled down my spine. My nightmares were replaying in my head on a loop. I never remembered those words before. It’s like he set off a trigger. Was it him? Was he the one who tried to hurt me? Whoever it did, was about his height and build, and he was strong. But Roman took me to the hospital. He was at football practice that evening.
“What’s wrong? Your face is pale.”
I had to leave. I took a deep breath. “I have to go to class. Please, I can’t miss.”
His brows furrowed. “I was joking, Theodora. I wouldn’t kidnap you. At least I don’t think so.” He cupped my cheek, and I fought not to shiver underneath him. “And I know what a stickler you are for going to class.” His eyes roved my face with concern. “I’ll take you.”
My brain was in chaos. I didn’t feel that safe anymore, but I knew the only viable option was to allow him to drive me back to the dorm. I also didn’t need to raise his suspicions. Trying to control my nerves, I quickly donned my clothes and ran my fingers through my hair anxious to be alone so I could sort out my thoughts.