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He wanted all my firsts. First kiss. First mutual oral sex. First ass rimming. First intercourse.

I jumped when I heard a loud knock on the door that connected the garage to the main house. Roman was here. I left the garage door open so he could park in there and enter the house discreetly. My butterflies gave way to readiness, and I turned on my heel to greet him.

Once I flung the door open, I leaped into his arms. My hands grasped his neck, and my legs twined around his waist.

"Ooof!" He grunted before he flashed a wide smile at me, full of relief and empty of anxiety. This was our first meet-up where we didn't have to hide behind a locked, cramped office or a dark car.

"Hey, baby." He rubbed his nose against mine. "Missed you so much."

His big hands covered the naked cheeks of my ass. "Someone's keen. I can feel your cunt juice, baby," he groaned.

"I've been like this all day, Mr. Drake," I cooed.

His eyes flashed with hunger. "What a coincidence. Because I've been like this," he pinned me against the wall and ground his hard cock against me, "all day," he finished.

I whimpered as I attempted to climb his body. "Fuck me, Roman," I gasped against his mouth. "I can't wait any longer. I need you."

Our tongues tangled together, our breaths mingling in desperation as we clawed at each other. He pulled his lips from mine and buried his head against my neck. His teeth scraped down my straining neck as I clung to him.

"What my baby wants, my baby gets."

Before I could react, he carried me up the stairs and kicked open my bedroom door. He dropped me on my bed before covering my body with his. Our lips met again in a flurry of tongues and teeth, groaning and moaning into each other's mouths.

I felt his hand tug on the front of my dress.

"How attached are you to this thing?"

"Not very," I panted.

Before I finished the last word, Roman ripped the material off me. My tits bounced free as he pulled the shreds away. His eyes were wild as he devoured my naked form. He grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Now it was my turn for my greedy eyes to eat him up. Broad shoulders, chiseled chest, muscled biceps. His tight stomach was rippled with abs, leading down to a happy trail surrounding his impressive cock.

He undid his jeans and shoved them down his hips. His cock stood tall and proud against his stomach. Clear pre-come leaked out of the angry purple tip.

"Promise I will worship your body after. But right now, I need to fuck you."

I sat up on my elbows and watched his face as I spread my legs apart. I could feel my pussy lips cling together, my cream acting as glue before they pried open.

His nostrils flared as he focused on my wet cunt. I could smell my arousal, and instead of feeling embarrassed, I arched my hips up at him, silently offering my pussy as his reward.

He rubbed his finger against my opening.

"Was gonna get you nice and wet so you can take my dick." He brought his hand up, glistening with my cream. "But this cunt doesn't need any prepping, does it? My dirty little girl."

"Yesss," I moaned, falling back and cupping my breasts. "It's all for you, Mr. Drake!" My nipples were sharp points against my palm as I rubbed at them.

He stroked his cock as he watched me touch myself. His eyes were heavy, and a flush of arousal had spread across his cheeks. He bit his lip as he masturbated to my self-love.

I planted my feet against his hip, stretching up his stomach, stroking his hard flesh with my toes. He cuffed my ankle and planted a kiss against the delicate arch of my foot. Soon, he was placing feverish kisses down my ankle, my calf, the sensitive spot behind my knee...until his lips traveled down my inner thigh towards my pussy. He took one languid lick from my pussy to my clit.

I moaned at the sensation, grinding my hips at him, wishing he would bury his face in my cunt.

He pulled back, and I growled at him in frustration. "Gonna eat you out after I pop that sweet cherry," he told me.

Before I could understand his meaning, he grabbed the base of his dick and lined it up with my entrance.

Oh, my God. This was it.

"Ready, baby?" He breathed, his chest rising up and down as he observed me for any sign of distress.