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“Give me that fucking toy,” he says, and he’s fumbling for my vibrator.

Part of me dreads it because I know it’s going to be too much.

But with Roman I can’t get enough. He’s gentle as he trails the head of the toy through my wetness, but he doesn’t hesitate as he pushes it in deep.

When he presses the button and turns it on the lowest setting, I think I might just die.

“I need you in my ass, Roman,” I say, and he’s shoving me forward in an instant.

I hover over his body, pleased to have control despite twitching against the pulsing vibrator.

It’s my turn to tease him as I reach for the lube once more.

Pouring some onto my middle finger, I reapply it to the spot he desperately wants inside.

When I’m sure I’m ready, I grab his thick cock in my hand.

Slowly, so painfully slow, I rub the tip over me, spreading the lube as I work the nerves to take something so big into something so small.

I push against it as I lower myself onto the crown of him, and I barely make any progress before having to lift up.

Another attempt has me stretched enough to almost get past the thick head of his cock.

But on the third try, we moan in tandem as I’m able to get past the widest part, and slowly lower myself onto him.

Everything is so fucking tight and full, and before I can fully exhale, I’m shuddering through an orgasm.

My hips buck, and I can’t stop shaking as I cry out.

Everything has gone tingly as I try not to collapse.

He grabs my hips to steady me as I breathe through it.

But with the vibrator still turned on it’s become torturous.

“Can I turn it off, please?” I beg, only partially ashamed that I ask.

“Listen to you, asking for permission. That’s my girl.”

His.

Fuck .

“Turn it off, Gwyn.”

I can barely find the button as my hands shake and my legs twitch.

Finally, I figure it out. I’m still so fucking full, but it’s no longer torture.

He doesn’t rush me, doesn’t move me on him, just lets me adjust. It’s a normal amount of consideration for anyone during sex—especially sex like this —but Roman giving a damn means something to me.

Slowly, I begin to move, gently lifting off of him as I roll my hips.

“Goddamn, sweetheart,” he groans, and I plant my hands on his thighs to use them for leverage. He’s so big, I don’t know how I’ve managed to take him in my ass and my vibrator in my pussy, but it’s so fucking erotic and hot and I know I won’t last long.

Head tipped back, my long hair brushes over his stomach, and he grabs it so fast I nearly laugh.

“Is it blocking the view?” I ask, and he grunts.

A moment later, he presses his own hair tie into my hand, and I can’t help but laugh as I take the hint.

His hands roam all over me. Up my spine, down my sides, to my hips and the globes of my ass.

He doesn’t know how to stop touching me as I slowly bounce on his length.

His hands settle on the backs of my calves and he squeezes.

“I want to hear you come,” he says, voice strained, and I know it’s because he’s close. “Cry out for me one more time.”

I’ve already come more than enough times tonight, and my clit is swollen and wet and so sensitive because of it.

Gently, I try not to overdo it as I press the vibrator harder against it, but I’m panting within seconds.

The pressure is more than enough. Overwhelming and complete, my entire body tingles and I can’t help but jerk my hips.

It’s so fucking easy with Roman. Just knowing he’s watching his cock slide into me is more than enough to tip me over the edge.

I’m jealous of his view, wishing I could see just how stretched out I am for him.

I know I’ve got a nice ass, and it’s probably so hot, and I’d ask him to take a picture if our phones were nearby.

“ Tell me how much you love this ,” he orders, lacing his voice with a command he knows won’t work. But it does anyway. His words wrap around my throat, tilting my head back as I moan. “Tell me you want this forever.”

I do. I want this forever, and that’s terrifying.

“ Need it forever,” I admit on a breath.

My pussy clenches, and I think maybe Roman can feel it because he’s cursing as his hands pull down on my hips, filling my ass with his cock.

“Come in my ass,” I say, massaging my clit through the aftershock of my pleasure, and it turns him into a man possessed. He adjusts his legs, lifting off the bed for power as he pushes so deep that I nearly scream. It’s invasive and total and it’s exactly what I want from him.

“Fuck, Gwyn,” he says, hands squeezing my ass hard enough to hurt. I hope it leaves bruises even if they won’t last for long.

“Holy shit,” I whisper, and he’s groaning loudly, like some wild beast.

He smacks my ass, and begins panting my name. When he finally breaks, I can feel it as he fills me up. It’s so much that it leaks out despite his cock still being inside me. He’s thrusting through his orgasm, and I squeeze his tense thighs.

He grabs my hips to still me and stop me from torturing him by continuing to move, and I start to laugh.

It’s quiet at first, but then it turns into something manic as I pull myself free.

I’m sticky and thoroughly fucked, but I don’t care as I crawl up his body and cuddle against his chest. There’s only a moment of hesitation before he wraps an arm around me and pulls me close.

“What’s so funny, sweetheart?” he asks, and I can’t help it as my laughter renews.

“It’s not funny, not really. Just…new. Something I’ve never done.”

He reaches over, tipping my chin up to look at him. There’s an easy smile on his mouth, and I don’t know if I’ve ever seen him more relaxed. He lifts a brow, wanting an explanation.

“You used all my holes tonight,” I murmur, cheeks burning crimson as I say it.

His stomach shakes as he laughs in response, but his words are far from funny. “You’re mine. I stuffed you full and fucked you raw, and you won’t ever forget it.”

“Never,” I agree, and I allow myself to imagine the two of us a year from now, splayed out and exhausted from hours of this. When my mind doesn’t immediately reject the idea, and even makes it seem feasible, I tamp down my fear the best way I know how.

Sitting up, I press a kiss to his lips, wondering if my hope is only a cruelty.