Page 58 of Prey

It should freak me out that he had touched me while I was asleep.

I was just wet, lust making me stupid.

“Roman!”

I pulled on his hair harder, and he doubled his effort, lifting one leg up and burying two fingers inside me.

I screamed out from the sensation, and he gave me no time before he was fucking me with them.

I yanked on his hair, moving back against the bed when it almost became too much, but Roman pulled my leg back, keeping me still as he continued to work me over.

“That’s it, baby. Does this feel good?”

I sobbed and nodded at the same time. Fuck, but it felt good. So good.

“Then come for me.”

His tongue teased my clit, and that was all it took. I blacked out as I came.

Roman kissed his way up my body, cupping my cheeks and kissing me as I tried to ride off the orgasm. I could taste myself on his lips.

“Wrap your legs around me, baby.”

I shook my head.

He kissed me harder. “Do it.”

I wrapped my legs around him, my feet digging into his tight ass, bringing him closer to me.

He fumbled between our bodies, grabbed his cock and directed it toward my entrance. He plunged deep inside of me.

We both groaned at the same time.

I tightened around him and opened my eyes to take him in through the bright rays of the morning sun.

I didn’t need to look at the clock to know it was much later than I usually slept. I must have been really tired last night.

And it was as I predicted. Roman looked worse this morning than he did yesterday.

I frowned and cupped his cheek, feeling the softness of his beard.

He snuggled into my touch, his brown eyes soft.

He rocked his hips against me once, and I gasped.

“H-How are you feeling?”

“Strong enough to fuck you.”

My inner walls clenched from his words, and he pulled out of me until just the tip remained before slamming back inside, hard.

Fuck, but it hurt so fucking good.

I shifted my hips from underneath him, and he squeezed my side. “Don’t try to top from the bottom, baby. Hold still while I fuck you.”

I let out a frustrated whine. “You’re not fucking me. You’re torturing me.”

He smiled a little at that and moved his hips again, several times, each time he came back inside of me was much harder than the last. My eyes rolled to the back of my head at the sensation.

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