Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
An orgasm rips through me so fast it knocks the breath out of me. It detonates inside like a bomb, sweeping away everything but bliss. It's so big, too big. I fight against the ties binding me to the bed, trying to get closer to his mouth and get away at the same time as it tears me apart again and then again.
Roman doesn't let up and doesn't let me move. He holds me in place, restraining me as easily as the ties do.
"Again," he commands against my pussy, sucking and licking and biting. Savage, filthy sounds rip from him.
I feel each one against my clit and deeper, in that place only he knows how to find. The one he claimed as his own.
Another orgasm barrels toward me, bigger, more terrifying than the last. My arms ache where I fight and claw against the ties. There's no way I'm going to survive this one. I can already feel it wrecking me, viciously ripping me apart from the inside out.
"Please," I plead, bucking my hips like I can throw him off. I know I can't, though. He's massive, an immovable mountain above me.
He makes me take it, forcing me into stillness and submission. His tongue sweeps lower, pressing right there where I ache for him to go.
"Fucking take it, Mila," he grunts when I cry out in surprise…in shock…in pleasure.
He presses harder, the tip of his tongue slipping inside my ass.
"Roman!" I explode apart, coming until I'm nothing but tiny, broken pieces of pleasure.
He fucks me through it with his tongue, spreading me, opening me up. One finger slips inside and then another. It's pain, and it's pleasure, and I don't want him to stop.
He moves above me, twisting and turning until his cock is in my pussy and his fingers are in my ass.
"I can't stop," he says. I don't know if it's a warning or a promise, but I don't care. Not when he's inside me. Not when he's moving like a storm.
I'm so fucking full of him; it's too much and not enough at the same time. He's so big that it hurts and doesn't hurt enough. He fills and overwhelms me, a delicious ache that’s too much and never enough.
He takes me with such force that it brings tears to my eyes, but I can't stop crying out for him. His free hand roams over my body, rough and insistent as his other plays with my ass, igniting pleasure that borders on pain.
Tears leak from the corners of my eyes. My throat hurts, but I can't stop crying out for him.
He bites my nipple, pulling it roughly into his mouth before letting it go. I want to touch him…I need to touch him. But I can't. He won't fucking let me as he fucks me, flinging me from one orgasm into another.
He's wild above me, pounding into me until the only sounds in the room are the slap of his skin against mine, my broken cries of pleasure, his snarls, and the wet sounds coming from where we're connected.
He holds me down as he pounds into me relentlessly, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge of ecstasy.
"Come on my cock, Mila," he demands.
I want to tell him no. I want to fight him and rage against him and defy him for keeping me tied up. But I don't. I fucking can't, and he knows it. No matter how hard I try, I can't ever deny him anything, and I think he knows that, too.
"Roman, please," I beg as another orgasm sparks to life and more tears well in my eyes. If I come again, I don't think there's going to be enough of me left to put back together. Yet part of me wants to surrender and let it destroy me.
He's going to destroy me, and I think I might let him— willingly—because the thought of being without him is even more terrifying than the sheer ecstasy he inflicts on me.
"One more, baby," he whispers. His mouth lands against mine. He kisses me sweetly, like he knows what's happening to me, what he's doing to me. "I've got you," he breathes into my mouth. "Give me one more, Mila."
I comply without hesitation, my body yielding to him completely. The pleasure is intense, overwhelming as I come hard, screaming until my voice breaks. Spots swim in my field of vision, blotting out everything. I'm just pain and pleasure and us, so full of him, I know there's no way in hell I'm ever going to be the same again.
"Mila," he groans as he comes, giving me everything he has. My name is a prayer on his lips, full of reverence and devotion and that emotion I can't name—the one that lets me know he's never going to be the same again, either.