“Roman,” I whisper, unable to drag my eyes away from his cock.
“You’re so beautiful, pet. So fucking beautiful.”
I can’t hold back anymore. Despite his command for the opposite, I slide off the couch and onto the floor. I crawl to him like a tiger stalking her prey. His hand stalls on his cock and I know I’ve surprised him.
“Ana,” he starts, but his voice is gruff. My tongue comes out to lick along my lips as I watch the head of his cock and the way his pre-cum drizzles down the shaft. When I reach him, I put my hands on his knees and slide my body between his legs.
“Let me suck you,” I beg, dying to just dive in and do that. I’m already going against his orders though and I want Roman to need this as much as I need to give it to him.
“Pet, always pushing me. What am I going to do with you?” he asks.
Unable to resist, I flatten my tongue against the base of his cock and lick up the throbbing vein that runs the length of his shaft, gathering his pre-cum on my tongue as I go.
“Fuck.”
The need in his voice gets to me more than anything. Roman is so controlled and intense, I love pushing him and making him let go of that. I suck just the head of his cock into my mouth, humming against it, as my tongue dives in to seek more of him, needing more of his taste. His fingers tangle into my hair and I take that as approval, whether it is or not. I widen my mouth and hollow out my jaws and slowly sink down on the length of him. I don’t stop until he’s at the back of my throat. My hand comes up to roll his balls, kneading them. They’re hard and firm and so fucking warm. Slowly, I back off his cock, keeping my lips locked tight around it so that when I release him completely, the wet popping noise echoes. His entire cock glistens now with a combination of my mouth and his own juices. I lock eyes with him, licking my lips and breathing hard, not trying to hide how excited and turned-on I am. I want him to see it.
“I love the way you feel in my mouth, Roman. I love to feel your hands tighten in my hair as you demand I take you all the way back.”
“Pet…”
“Fuck my mouth, Roman. I don’t want gentle. I need you to take charge,” I tell him.
His fingers tighten in my hair, flexing back and forth as he watches me. “You’re tempting the beast, Ana.”
“Good,” I say simply, lowering my head down. I slide his cock back into my mouth and Roman’s fingers tighten in my hair, knotting in it. I slide down his shaft slowly, my pussy clenching, my breasts tingling, the nipples tightening with need. I feel electrically charged and so fucking turned on I might die if I don’t have him. Roman reaches down, his fingers dancing across the soft skin of my breast. He kneads the skin, causing me to moan, the sound muffled and needy, barely coming out around the mouthful of cock that I’m sucking on. Roman’s hand leaves my breast, traveling down my stomach and stopping at my pussy. His hand moves between my legs. Maybe I should be embarrassed by how wet I am, but I’m not. I like that he can feel how wet he makes me, how much this excites me. I lean towards him, up on my knees, trying to tempt him into moving his fingers deeper inside of me.
“You’re so fucking wet, Ana. Do you want my cum, pet?”
I can’t really answer him with words because my mouth is so full of his dick, but maybe he can tell by the way my desire pools around his fingers right before he thrusts them deep inside of me. He growls his approval right before he takes complete control. His hand pushes my head up and down on his cock, fucking my face hard and fast. He curls his fingers in me, hitting that mysterious spot that men before him have never even gotten close to. My orgasm pushes through me, my hand holding his balls and manipulating them as he uses me. I can feel them tighten beneath my fingers. I know he’s close as I fight my gag reflex to give him anything he wants.
He pulls me off of him and I cry out at the unfairness of it. I earned his cum. It should be mine. Before I can argue, the first spray jets across my face, splashing on my lips. His hand holds my head in place as he jacks his cock, aiming for my face and shooting stream after stream on me until it’s dripping down my neck, running between my breasts, and sliding down my throat.
I’m covered in… him.