Tight

He took his other hand and moved it between our bodies, taking hold of his huge length, and positioned himself right at my center. The thick head of his cock breached my opening, causing my mouth to part, my eyes to widen. God, he was so big.

“Kennedy.” He rested his forehead against mine and breathed out roughly. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.”

I didn’t even hesitate to lift my legs and hook them around his lean waist. He didn’t tease me anymore, just pushed himself into me fluidly. I moaned at the feel of him, my body sliding up an inch on the bed.

A mask of ecstasy washed over his face. “So good, Kennedy. So. Fucking. Good.”

“Roman, don’t stop.”

“I’ll never fucking stop.” He started kissing me at the same time he started to pull out of my body. When the tip was lodged in my entrance, he shoved back in.

My back arched on its own, my breasts pressing to his chest.

“I don’t think you’ll ever know how good you feel to me, how good it feels to be inside of you.” Dropping his head to the crook of my neck, Roman started slowly thrusting in and out of me, increasing his speed with every passing second.

His eyes were closed, the tendons in his neck taut and his jaw clenched. The drugged look he wore had my inner muscles clenching around his length.

“You have no idea what I want to do to you, how I want to touch you, kiss you … how I want to really fuck you.” He shoved deep inside of me. His hands were on the mattress beside my head now, and I could see out of my peripheral that he tugged at the material almost violently. He dipped his head and ran the tip of his nose along my ear. I shivered in response.

“I want it all, Roman.”

He breathed out harshly, his balls slapping the crease of my ass as he pushed into me harder with each passing second.

He pulled out and thrust into me again, and a cry of pleasure left me, a sound unable to be controlled no matter how hard I tried to stop it. But why try and tame the inevitable? Roman slipped his hand behind my head, gripped a chunk of my hair, tilted my head back, and had his mouth at the side of my neck, gently biting my flesh.

“So fucking good. Fuck, so damn good, Kennedy.”

Another hard push into me and I was forced to tighten my fingers on his massive biceps and hold on.

All I wanted to feel was nothing but mind-altering pleasure, a pleasure that would cancel out the fact this could all end so badly.

I braced my feet on the mattress and lifted my hips in time with his powerful pumping.

“Damn, baby.” He started moving faster, and right when I would have gotten off, he pulled out.

For a moment I was speechless, a little angry he’d stopped. Had he really just backed off when we were so close, when the precipice of finding that complete bliss was at our fingertips?

“Roman. Please. More,” I begged unabashedly. I lifted my head to stare at him. His erection was stiff and pointing straight at me. The thickness of his cock had my throat tightening. He was huge.

He gripped the root of his dick, breathed out heavily, and stared at my pussy.

And then I was flipped over before I knew what was happening.

“On your hands and knees, Kennedy.” Roman sounded so gruff, so tense.

I braced my hands and knees on the mattress, my ass in the air, the feel of his gaze on me almost like fingers caressing my body. I glanced over my shoulder when several seconds passed and he wasn’t back in me. I watched in rapt awe as he took his free hand and ran it over his mouth as he stared at my ass. It was like he was starving … for me.

He moved closer, so close that his body heat made me feel like a fire surrounded us, like we’d combust.

He looked at me, our gazes holding, clashing together.

“So good,” he murmured to himself.

I licked my lips and nodded even though he hadn’t asked me anything.

He placed the tip of his dick at the opening of my pussy, but he didn’t push in right away. Roman gripped my waist, groaned deeply, and then after a prolonged second finally pushed back into me slow and easy.

He continuously pulled out and pushed back in, never increasing his speed but making sure to fill me completely and thoroughly. I felt my nipples harden almost painfully, but I wanted that discomfort because it heightened how I felt.

I stared at him over my shoulder, watched as his throat worked when he swallowed, his focus trained where our bodies were connected. He looked so focused, as if he were holding back.