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Roman

The drive to my hillside home is filled with sexual tension. By the time I pull into the garage, I can barely wait to hold Bella in my arms again. The memory of her soft moans and whimpers has kept my cock hard as granite this whole time, and now all I can think about is finding a flat surface so I can drive it into her.

Fuck! Why am I being this way?

I usually have a lot more restraint than this. What is it about this woman that makes me lose all my senses?

I turn in my seat to find Bella staring at me. Her soft brown eyes are dilated and dark with an unabashed need which she seems oblivious to. She looks like a precious piece of spun glass, perched nervously at the edge of her seat. I inhale slowly, clenching my fist hard on the steering wheel and striving for control. No matter how I feel, I know I can’t take advantage of her. Even though I want to lick every part of her body until she’s screaming my name, I have to do the right thing.

“Bella, I’m not a good man,” I say in a guttural tone, “so I’ll only say this once. I don’t know why you were at the chapel, but I know you didn’t plan on being sold to anyone. Right now, all I can think about is sinking my cock inside you, and I’m holding on by a thread. So if you want to leave, tell me now. I’ll find a way to get you wherever you want to go.”

I hear her sharp intake of breath and look over just in time to see her gripping her hands together tightly. “I w-want to stay here with you,” she says in a trembling voice.

I release the steering wheel and straighten. “You better be careful what you say. Choose wisely, because once I’m out of this car, you can’t change your mind,” I grit out in a harsh tone.

She nods softly and whispers, “I’m sure. I want to stay with you.”

Blood rushes to my cock and it grows even harder as I open the car door. She begins to do the same but I command softly, “Don’t.”

She pauses. I step out of the car and close the door, reaching the passenger side in three long strides. Once I open her door, I tug her into my arms.

“Please, wait,” she says softly as I lean down to kiss her. To devour her.

I frown down at her in concern. “What is it, baby?” I ask, already feeling edgy at her obvious distress.

I don’t know what it is, but I don’t like to see her unhappy. I reach out to cup her jaw, tilting her face up until I’m staring into her frightened gaze.

“I’ve n-never done this before. Please be g-gentle with me,” she whispers, and then she quickly looks away, her cheeks turning red.

I freeze, staring at her profile. Knowing that this beautiful woman in my arms is untouched makes me want to roar to the heavens. My possessive feelings increase tenfold, and I know in my heart that I’m never letting her go. In just a short period, she has managed to sneak her way into a deep corner in my heart. And the surprising part is that I’m not even mad about it. Instead, I welcome the idea of having her with me at all times.

So I turn her face back to mine, staring at her with the need that has consumed me since I laid eyes on her.

“Like I said at the auction house, my word still holds true. I’ll never hurt you. I promise,” I state earnestly.

She nods, and I watch her eyes fill with the same emotion I saw in the auction house. Trust. I slide my hand up her neck, gliding my fingers slowly over her skin until they sink into her thick red curls, and I tug her head back. Her lips part gently as she pants, her eyes clouding with want. I slowly lean down to trace her soft, pink lips with my tongue, reveling in her sharp inhale.

“I can’t wait to enter your wet pussy and make you moan loud on my cock,” I rasp against her lips. Then I gently close my lips over hers, trapping her moan.

It’s hard and consuming, the way my mouth moves over hers, sending my nerve endings singing. My tongue slips into the warm heat of her mouth, and I feel her shiver against me as it tangles with hers in a clash of heat and need.

She melts into my arms, her hands going straight to my shoulders. Even though she’s inexperienced, her lips glide eagerly beneath mine, spurring me on. I slide my hands down to her waist, spanning it to lift her into my arms without breaking the kiss. I kick the car door closed before turning and walking toward the entrance, my lips ravaging hers. There’s a wild beast running rampant inside me, filling me with the urge to drive into her over and over again, but I push down the need.

It’s her first time. I have to make it memorable.

Once we enter the house, I make a beeline for my room, climbing the wooden stairs in urgency as I release her lips and trail soft licks and kisses down her neck. Her hands cling to my shoulders as she arches her neck, moaning softly. By the time I enter the bedroom, she’s grinding hard on my cock, pushing at the reins of my control. I place her on the edge of the bed, pressing a lingering kiss on her neck before letting go.

I take in her glazed eyes and swollen lips, feeling a tightness in my chest as I gently lower the zipper at the back of her dress. I push it down her shoulders, exposing her soft, pale skin.

“Stand,” I order in a hoarse tone, and I watch as her eyes dilate in response before she complies.

I push the rest of the dress down, inhaling sharply at the sight of her breasts cupped in a black, lacy bra and her ass in matching panties. Black has never looked so good. My hands glide down her cleavage to her waist of their own accord, and I take in her soft, trembling form.

“Fucking exquisite,” I rasp.

I watch her with a lidded gaze and dark need as I quietly unbutton my suit jacket, then my shirt, letting my clothes fall to the ground. My gaze never wavers as I do the same for my pants and briefs, watching her eyes widen considerably as my cock springs against the hard flesh of my abdomen. She pants harder, and her nipples tighten before my eyes until they’re straining against her lace bra. I move closer to her until my chest grazes her hers, then I slowly remove the pins holding down her hair and comb my fingers through the thickness of it.

I slide my arms to her back and gently unclip the bra, throwing it over my shoulder and baring her soft, pink nipples. My hard cock weeps at the sight of her heaving breasts, and I reach out to slowly roll each nipple until it’s hard and shivering breaths are leaving her lips. Then I bend to peel her panties off, letting them slide down and fall onto the dress pooling at her feet. She looks ethereal in her naked glory, her pink, rosy nipples peeking out through her wild, curly red hair that flows over her shoulders and falls just beneath her breasts.

Like an erotic painting…

But my mind is filled with something more urgent than art—an overwhelming need to ease the hunger in her gaze and satiate the unbearable ache in my cock.

So I slide my arms to her waist and pull her closer, reveling in the way her legs wrap around my waist and her arms circle my neck. The move seems so effortless, and her body fits mine like a glove. Like it’s specially made for me. With my cock nestling against her sopping wet sex and her breasts gliding over the hard planes of my chest, sending stabs of sensations to my groin, I take her lips in mine.

This time, my lips glide over hers gently but deeply as I savor the warm sensations moving through my body like current. I move us onto the bed as I explore her mouth, lavishing attention on her lips and enjoying her moan of satisfaction. When her back hits the middle of the bed, I glide my hands to her neck and deepen the kiss. She moves her hands over my back and chest, exploring my body, her fingers gliding over my sensitive skin.

I release her lips and slowly kiss a path down to her cleavage, taking in her soft pants as I close my lips over one nipple, sucking it against the roof of my mouth. Bella jerks and moans softly, arching into my mouth as she reaches out to grip my hair. I slowly rotate the other nipple between my fingers, flicking the hard tip at the same time. Then I let go of her tight nipple and reach for the other, sucking and licking until she’s panting hard and moaning softly.

After a last lick, I kiss my way down to her quivering belly, placing tiny bites and soothing them with the flick of my tongue. I slowly part her thighs, wedging my shoulders beneath them and baring her wet and shaved pussy.

“You’re so fucking responsive,” I whisper, then lean down to blow hot air on the engorged pink clit peeking from between her slippery folds, enjoying her small jerk of reaction. I continue to blow warm air on it and then slowly swirl the tip of my tongue around her clit, enjoying her soft whimpers and trembles.

Fresh bouts of wetness slick up her sex with every tease, her whimpers climbing with her every plea. “R-roman, p-please,” she begs, her hands a clenched fist in my hair and her head thrashing around.

She has long given up on arching her hips into my mouth and searching for release, since I restrained her movements with an arm holding down her waist.

“What do you want, baby?” I rasp out in a guttural tone, flicking my tongue against her clit again.

“Y-you have to do s-something. P-please, I can’t take it anymore,” she says on a sob, after another flick of my tongue.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.”

I release her waist and close my lips on her clit, sucking hard and deep. Her loud moans reverberate in the room as I feast on her, licking my way down to her sex and back to her engorged nub. Her thighs tremble and her body gyrates with the need to orgasm.

I slowly slide two fingers into her waiting channel, pumping hard while I continue to suck hard on her clit. Her moans turn loud and she clenches hard on my fingers. Another pump of my fingers and she combusts with a high keening sound.

“Roman!” she shouts hoarsely, trembling and pulling hard at my hair.

The biting pain sends bolts of arousal down to my aching shaft. I can’t wait any longer.

I gently extract my fingers and climb up her body, pressing lingering kisses and licks to her breasts. I suck both nipples at intervals, grazing my fingers over every part of her body and enjoying her soft moans of pleasure. By the time I reach her lips, she’s a quivering mess, ready to let go for the second time.

I close my lips over hers, taking in her moans and desires as I slowly grind my shaft against her dripping pussy. I savor her lips, letting her take as much as I give, my cock never halting its movements against her flooding sex. When she’s a whimpering mess, I reach down to arrange the tip of my cock against her and slowly sink into her tight channel until I meet resistance. I thrust shallowly, ordering hoarsely, “I need your eyes, baby.”

As soon as she opens her need-filled eyes to meet mine, I lean down to press a kiss to her forehead. “It’s going to hurt a bit,” I say, barely holding on to my need, sweat dotting my temples as I keep up my shorts thrusts right inside her entrance.

“I t-trust you,” she whispers on a sob, her need palpable.

What undoes me is the blatant trust and devotion in her gaze. She is no doubt made for me, irrevocably mine. I’ll fight whatever force says otherwise. I let out a loud groan of satisfaction, slamming my lips against hers just as I thrust deeper until I’m fully seated inside her.

I halt my movements as her fingers dig into my back and she gasps at the new sensation. Allowing her to get used to the ache, I release her lips to look into her eyes. My heart breaks at the sheen of tears in them. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, gritting back against the need to move my cock.

She’s so tight that it’s overwhelming, filling me with the need to combust, but the need to ease her pain is paramount.

“It’s alright. I don’t feel any pain,” she reassures me bravely.

My heart clenches with tenderness as I take in her slowly relaxing features. “Liar,” I whisper, then I grind my cock inside her.

She gasps softly, desire sparking in those soft brown eyes. I reach back to tug on her hands, intertwine our fingers, and spread them above our heads as I slowly move inside her. Her eyes widen with every stroke, growing darker with need as her gasps turn into loud whimpers.

“Oh,” she moans as I thrust even deeper, hitting a sensitive bundle of nerves.

Her throaty moans spur me on until I’m driving inside her, stroking deep in the same spot, over and over. An overwhelming ache builds up from the base of my spine, growing hotter and sharper with every thrust. Her sex tightens harder on my shaft in response, pushing me into a frenzy. My strokes turn deeper and faster, and the need to orgasm rides me hard until I’m filled with it. Her moans grow louder, climbing the walls, and she thrashes around, her hands gripping mine tight.

“ Argh !” she screams as she goes over the edge, her tight sheath clenching me hard.

“Fuck!” I grunt aloud, jerking and thrusting as I orgasm, coming deep inside her.

I release her hands, pulling her trembling body into my arms as I shift sideways to the bed. “You’re mine,” I whisper softly before taking her lips in a sweet kiss.