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Roman

I barely remember the drive home.

All damn day, I’ve been walking around with her in my head. Her eyes, her mouth, her voice. The way she dropped to her knees like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like she was mine.

By the time I turn onto my street, I’m seconds from snapping.

My cock’s been hard since I last saw Callie, and I’ve spent the entire faculty meeting biting my tongue and imagining her bent over my desk.

The only thing keeping me from spiraling completely is the thought of her coming to me like I told her to. Like a good girl.

She’d emailed me earlier, sending the manuscript of her book, and in return, I’d sent her my address. I know she’s my student, and I’m crossing so many professional lines I’m bound to lose my job if anyone finds out. But I’m beyond caring.

It’s not like I need the job to survive. My books and the movies made from them have made me more money than I know what to do with. So if I lose my job, I’ll just spend my days with my cock buried inside Callie’s pretty little cunt, listening to her moaning my name endlessly.

The thought of it is enough to make me seriously think about quitting.

And then I see her.

Sitting on the top step of my porch, legs tucked beneath her like she’s trying to take up less space. Hair pulled back, lips bitten pink, wearing a soft little dress that clings to every perfect curve.

She stands when she sees me. Fidgets and fiddles with the hem of her dress like she might bolt. But she doesn’t.

The second I lay eyes on her again, something unhinges inside me. My vision narrows. My hands curl into fists. My chest expands with a need so sharp it feels like a goddamn injury.

I need to make her mine. Now.

I kill the engine, swing out of the car, and stalk up the path like a man possessed.

Her mouth opens like she’s about to say something, but I don’t give her the chance.

I reach for her, and the moment my hands touch her waist, everything else disappears.

Her body folds into mine like we’ve done this a thousand times. Like she belongs here.

I crush my mouth to hers.

It’s not gentle. It’s not sweet. It’s claiming. My hands lock tight around her soft curves and I haul her up against me, her legs wrapping instinctively around my waist. She gasps into my mouth but doesn’t pull away.

She clings to me, her hands fisting in my shirt. Her body trembles like she’s scared I might vanish if she lets go.

As if I’d ever fucking leave her.

I manage to get my key in the lock one-handed, her weight balanced effortlessly against me. She’s warm and soft and everything I’ve ever needed, but didn’t know how to ask for. And now that I’ve got her here?

I don’t think I can ever let her leave this house again.

Not until I’ve claimed every inch of her. Not until she screams my name and begs me to keep her. Not until she knows in her bones that there will never be anyone else.

My mouth never leaves hers as I carry her into the house and kick the door shut behind us. I devour every single little whimper she makes, claiming the sound for myself like I’m the greediest bastard in the world.

And when it comes to her, there is no end to my greed.

I stumble into the kitchen, the nearest room to the front door, bumping my shoulder viciously against the doorframe as I walk through it. But I’m so caught up in the taste of Callie’s sweet mouth that I barely register the pain.

I place her back down on her feet, swiveling her around to face the kitchen table before placing a hand between her shoulder blades and pushing her forwards.

She goes willingly, bending over the table and gripping the edges in her hands.

“I’m so fucking glad you’re here, baby,” I say, my voice so rough I don’t even recognize it as my own. “I’ve been waiting to taste your pussy all damn day. And right now, I’m feeling ravenous.”

“Oh god,” she whimpers, and the soft, breathless tone of her voice sends another rush of blood to my already painfully hard cock.

I crouch behind her, sliding my hands up the back of her thighs, lifting her skirt with it until I catch sight of the little white cotton panties she’s wearing beneath her dress.

I can’t decide what takes my breath away the most. The innocence of the garment, the way the thin, wet fabric clings to the sweet little lips of her cunt, or the scent of her arousal.

Fuck.

“Are you... are you going to...”

Her words drift off, and I can’t help but smile at how shy my filthy little writer is when she’s not hiding behind pen and paper.

“I’m going to eat your juicy little pussy until you are screaming, Callie. That’s what I plan to do. Does that sound good?”

I trace my fingers along the seam of her cunt, then press a single fingertip against her clit. The gasp that escapes her throat is so delicious that I want to bottle the sound and drink it for breakfast every day.

“Yes,” she breathes, pushing back against my fingers. “It sounds so good, Roman.”

“Good girl. Just the smell of you is making my mouth water, baby. I fucking need to taste you.”

I pull my hand away from her pussy, savoring the disappointed whining sound she makes. But then I forget about everything else when I pull her panties down to reveal the prettiest little cunt I’ve ever seen in my life.

“Fuck, baby. You are perfection. Absolute perfection.”

Before she has a chance to respond, I lean in and run my tongue from her clit to her opening, making her entire body jolt with the shock. She’s soaked, and the taste of her explodes across my tongue.

“Oh fuck. That feels... so good,” she moans, her head falling back, and her eyes closing.

I grip her ass cheeks, pulling them apart so I can bury my face between her thighs easier.

She tastes like heaven, and the sound of her little whimpers and whines are a symphony to my ears. I lick and suck, fucking her with my tongue, making her squirm and pant and beg for more.

Her hips grind back against my face, and her hands scrabble at the edge of the table.

“Oh god, Roman. That’s... please. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

The way she begs, her voice high and breathless, makes my cock twitch. But the thought of leaving her unfulfilled is unacceptable.

My fingers dig into the plush globes of her ass, and I feast on her, lapping up every drop of her juices like I’ve been stranded in the desert for weeks and she’s my first drink.

I can feel her getting closer, her whole body tensing. The moans and whimpers that fall from her lips are the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard.

“Oh god. Oh god. I’m so close.”

Her thighs tremble, and her breathing grows shallow. And then her entire body convulses, and she screams my name.

“Roman!”

I grip her hips and hold her against my mouth, working her through the aftershocks. Her pussy floods my tongue with her sweetness, and I lap it up greedily, loving the taste of her.

When her body stops shaking, I kiss her lower lips softly, then rise to my feet. She’s panting, and her eyes are half-closed. I grab a handful of her hair in my fist and pull her up into a standing position, her back against my chest as I lean down to whisper in her ear.

“Earlier, I let you pick your favorite fantasy to act out. But now, I think it’s my turn to pick one. Will you be a good girl and help me act out that fantasy?”

“Yes,” she moans, her voice eager. “Which one was your favorite, Roman?”

That’s an easy question. I don’t even have to think about my answer. While all her little stories were hot, there has been one playing on a loop in my mind ever since I read it.

I dip my head, trailing kisses against the side of her neck. She shivers with each brush of my lips, her breath catching.

“I liked the one where you let me take you raw, baby, with nothing to protect your fertile little womb. The one where you begged me to fill you with my seed and get you pregnant.”

The ragged moan that falls from her lips makes my dick strain painfully against my pants. If I don’t get inside her soon, I’m going to explode.

“Would you like that, baby?”

“Yes,” she says, and her voice is a breathless whisper. “I’d love that.”

“Fuck,” I groan, grinding my aching cock against her ass. “I’m going to make you mine, baby. And I’m going to fill your perfect little pussy with so much cum that it won’t take long for you to be carrying my baby.”

She whimpers, the sound shooting straight to my throbbing erection. Unable to wait any longer, I turn her to face me and pick her up again, striding up the stairs to my bedroom.

The second we’re through the door, I set her down on her feet.

“Take your clothes off. Let me see you.”

She doesn’t hesitate. Her hands are trembling as she strips out of her clothes, revealing the perfect, luscious curves beneath.

She’s a fucking goddess. A vision. And the sight of her makes me desperate to claim her.

“Good girl,” I growl, reaching out and running my hands over her bare skin. “You’re so fucking perfect. And now, you’re mine.”

I reach around and pull her up against me, crushing her soft, full breasts against my chest. I claim her mouth in a hard, bruising kiss.

“Roman,” she moans, her nails digging into my arms. “Please. I need you.”

“What do you need, baby?” I murmur against her lips. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you inside me,” she breathes. “Please. I can’t wait any longer.”

“Fuck.”

The last of my control snaps, and I begin tugging my clothes off, not caring where they land. I need to be inside her, and I need it now.

“Get on the bed and spread your legs, baby,” I growl. “Let me see that pretty pussy.”

She does as I say, and I stand at the foot of the bed, looking down at her. Her pale skin is flushed pink, and her pupils are dilated. Her hair is a messy halo around her head, and her lips are red and swollen from my kisses.

She looks like a fucking dream, and the sight of her waiting for me like this is enough to make my balls ache.

I climb onto the bed and settle between her spread thighs, bracing myself on my elbows as I hover above her. She reaches up and cups my cheek in her palm, and the touch is so tender and intimate that it almost undoes me.

“Please,” she whispers, her eyes searching mine. “Make me yours, Roman.”

“Fuck,” I growl, pressing my forehead against hers. “You’re already mine, Callie. But now, I’m going to make it official by breeding your sweet little cunt.”

I reach down between us and line the tip of my cock up with her slick entrance. She’s so wet, and the feel of her slick heat against the blunt head is almost enough to make me lose control.

I take a deep breath and thrust forward, sinking into her velvety warmth.

She moans, her eyes rolling back in her head, and the feel of her tight cunt gripping my cock is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. It’s intense and overwhelming, and I have to fight the urge to spill inside her immediately.

“Fuck,” I growl, gritting my teeth. “You’re so fucking tight, baby. So fucking perfect.”

“More,” she whimpers, wrapping her arms and legs around me and pulling me closer. “Please, Roman. More.”

Unable to resist, I keep pushing slowly inside her, watching the way her face twists with the pain of being filled so completely even as she grips my ass cheeks to try and pull me deeper.

When I’m fully seated inside her, our bodies pressed together from chest to thighs, we both groan in unison. It’s the most intense sensation, and I know that nothing else will ever come close.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby. It’s like you were made for me. Like your perfect pussy was built to take my cock.”

“Oh, god,” she moans, her nails digging into my back. “Please, Roman. Move. Please.”

Unable to deny her anything, I begin to move. Slowly at first, but then faster, harder, my hips slamming against hers.

She cries out with every thrust, her body rocking with the force of my movements. She’s a vision, her breasts bouncing, her mouth open, her eyes squeezed shut.

I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

The feel of her cunt squeezing my cock is too much. I know I’m not going to last long, but I need her to come again first. Need to feel her clamping down on me as she loses control.

“Touch yourself,” I growl, gritting my teeth against the pressure building inside me. “Make yourself come all over my cock, baby. I want to be dripping with your sweet honey.”

She hesitates for only a moment, and then reaches down between our bodies, her fingers finding her clit. The sight of her touching herself while I’m buried deep inside her is enough to make my vision blur.

“Yes,” I hiss, gripping her hip tightly. “Just like that, baby. Faster.”

She speeds up, her breath coming in sharp, gasping pants. Her whole body is tense, and her pussy is clenching around my cock.

“Oh god,” she moans, her hips jerking beneath me. “I’m so close, Roman.”

“Come for me,” I growl, driving into her hard and deep. “Come all over my cock.”

She cries out, her back arching, and her pussy clamping down around me. It’s enough to push me over the edge, and I bury myself inside her, my cock pulsing as I spill my release.

I hold myself deep inside her, needing to fill her up, to mark her as mine. My dick twitches, pumping rope after rope of cum into her unprotected womb.

“That’s it, baby,” I whisper, my lips brushing against hers. “Take it all. Take everything I have.”

Her eyes are wide and dark, and her mouth is open in a silent scream. Her cunt ripples around me, milking every drop of cum from my balls.

“Fuck,” I groan, my head dropping to rest against her shoulder when I’m spent.

She’s still shivering and shaking, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She’s clinging to me, her hands and legs wrapped around me, her nails digging into my back.

“Now you’re really mine, baby,” I growl low into her ear. “And when you start growing big and round with my baby, everyone else will know it, too.”

I bring my lips to hers, kissing her tenderly. Her body melts into mine, and the only thing that matters is how perfectly she fits against me. How right it feels to have her in my arms.

She’s mine, and I’m never going to let her go.