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Even lubricated by my own arousal, there’s a pinch of pain. My body not familiar with the intrusion.

“So… fucking… tight,” he groans, gasping and panting. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“I’m sorry,” I mumble, embarrassed by my lack of experience.

“Fuck no, sunshine. You’re fucking perfect. This tight pussy is going to kill me. Choke me to death. And I’ll die the happiest man.”

He pumps into me a few more times, and once I’m well adjusted, he adds a second finger. It takes a few more strokes forme to relax, but then he changes his angle and starts brushing against a spot inside me that has me seconds from my release.

“You like that, sunshine?” he asks.

It takes everything in me to answer, but I know how much he needs to hear it.

“Yes! I love it,” it comes out a breathy moan.

He continues thrusting his fingers in me but adjusts his palm so that it’s brushing against my clit, and I explode.

His name comes out a prayer on my lips, and I fall over the edge. My pussy spasms arounds his fingers, and I hear him groan. His entire body tenses, and I feel his member twitch. I’m too far gone to think about it.

He pulls his fingers from me and licks them clean.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says.

He grabs my discarded, ruined panties and rubs them through my slick folds, collecting my arousal, effectively cleaning me dry.

He’s the perfect gentleman.

Chapter 29

Roman

I lift Cecilia off my lap and stand, ready to clean myself up in the bathroom.

I came in my pants.

Again.

But it can’t be held against me when a goddess is coming apart in my lap. On my fingers, choking them to death.

Only two fit inside her. She was so damn tight. It has to have been a while since she’s been with a man.

My vision reddens at the thought of her with another man. I have to take a deep breath and turn my back to her so I don’t scare her with my fury.

“OH MY GOODNESS! What is that?” Cecilia screams, jumping to the other end of the couch. To the end away from me.

I whirl around, scanning the surroundings, looking for the threat, ready to neutralize anything that has my woman so scared.

“Cecilia, what is it?” I demand.

I take a step towards her, and she scurries further away from me, cowering in fear. Cowering from me.

What the fuck?

“Why… why do you have a gun?” she whispers, her eyes reflecting the terror in her voice.

Fuck.

I forgot about the gun that’s always in the waistband of my pants on my back. And since I’m shirtless, it’s exposed.