Page 144 of Prey

“Roman?”

Silly girl.

Didn’t she know not to run from a predator?

I walked toward her without a word, cupping her cheeks between my hands, and crashed my lips down against her.

She moaned against me and instantly went pliant in my arms.

Fuck.

I hauled her up my body, waiting the briefest moment for her to wrap her legs around my waist before I carried her into the bedroom.

She whimpered against me as I lay us down on the bed, blanketing her small body with my own and thrusting my dick against her sweet pussy.

“Roman,” she gasped, rotating her hips against me, participating.

Black dots danced behind my eyes, and I quickened my movements, wanting to feel more of her.

More.

I just wanted fucking more.

I pulled up the shirt she wore, exposing the black cups of her bra to my gaze.

I pulled that down, and her nipples sprang free.

I latched onto one, and she arched into me, her fingers moving through my hair.

I sucked harder.

“Oh, God. Roman!”

My hands glided down her body, and I quickly removed our clothes.

I blanketed myself over her once we were both naked, grabbed my cock, and directed the tip to her entrance.

She widened her legs, inviting me in.

I plunged forward until I was seated fully inside of her.

We stilled and looked into each other's eyes.

Her chest heaved, and she licked her lips.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked.

I shook my head. “Nothing.”

I was waiting for nothing.

I moved out of her slowly and pushed back in roughly.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head every time our skin slapped from the move, just as I pulled out slowly once more.

I kept a steady pace as I made love to her.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her face in my chest.

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