Page 76 of Thorns from the Fall

“And you prefer it?”

“Blondes have more fun,” I say, deflecting. I don’t bother explaining that I haven’t changed it back because it’s an experiment. I’m trying on the new version of myself. I don’t want to admit I miss the black. I don’t tell him that I barely recognize myself in the mirror anymore.

“Well then. Are you having fun, ma petite cafarde?” he asks, and I make a mental note to look up the translation of what he’s saying, but I’m promptly distracted as he wraps my hair in his fist. Tugging hard, he pulls me up by it. When his fangs sink into my shoulder, words fail me. I groan and reach up to bury my fingers in his hair. I’m surrounded by him, fully possessed and used and, if I’m honest with myself, I feel loved. After he drinks his fill, he licks away the blood. Encircling my neck with his hand, he gently squeezes.

“You did it for the rush, didn’t you? Walking along that railing,” he whispers, pushing into me so hard that I feel impaled. “Makes you feel alive, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” I admit. “I didn’t think I’d die, but the fear?—”

“Come to me next time.” A squeeze. “Let me play with you. Let me give you that rush.”

I nod, and he squeezes hard enough that I can’t catch my breath, and I begin to grow dizzy. He’s thrusting into me, using me as he deprives my air, and I can’t breathe. I close my eyes, thinking I might pass out, but I don’t. I feel everything. His thickness in my pussy, the plug in my ass, my heartbeat and his. And when he lets go? When the oxygen hits my straining lungs?

That rush is better than anything else.

Inhaling deep breaths, I can’t get enough air. He pulls out slowly, rubbing a gentle hand up my back. He moves my hair out of the way and rubs my shoulders. He kisses my skin and it feels like worship as his lips drag to my neck. His hands hold my breasts as he laves my flesh.

I glance toward the mirrored dresser in the corner. I’m taken aback by how feral I appear. Long hair a mess, hazy eyes drunk on lust and love and hate. He stands behind me, so tall I can’t even see his face in the mirror, and he pinches a nipple with one hand as he drags his other down my body. I am a perfect whore just for him.

When he takes a step back, the lack of his heat bothers me. He pushes something into my hand, and I look down to see one of my vibrators.

“What are you doing?”

“You get to do the work now. I wanna watch you take my cock in your tight ass,” he says, settling on the bed with crossed ankles. “But that goes in your pussy first,” he says, nodding at the U-shaped silicone in my hand. My body flushes with heat, and my fangs extend in my mouth as I take him in. He’senormous, and if this were an ordinary sized bed, his feet would jut out over the edge. His inked skin is beautiful, Roman’s body the perfect canvas. His cock glistens in the lamplight, my wetness coating him. But I’m not sure it’s enough, even combined with the lube he’d already used on me.

I stare at his length and bite my lip. He’s way thicker than my ex, and I’ve never let anyone else in my ass, but I need this. Iwantthis. I think of his murder fantasy once more, and maybe it’s one part wishful thinking for it to come true, but there’s a much louder part screaming at me to hop on. To take him there and let him enjoy the view as he stretches me and fills me up.

Roman left the bottle of lube on the bed, so I grab it before crawling to him, tossing the vibrator onto the bed beside us. I’m at a right angle to his body as I squirt some into my hand, and I put my ass in the air as I stroke him. He reaches for me, grabbing my ass, and then he’s tugging at the plug. I moan as it stretches me on the way out.

Before I can climb on top of him, he’s dragging me over his body, and making me sit on his face. I’m so fucking wet and sloppy between my legs it’s almost embarrassing. Between his release and a few of my own, I’m sure he’s drenched himself, but he doesn’t seem to care. He sucks my clit into his mouth and tongue fucks me hard for long enough I grow impatient.

I reach for his dick, just too far away for me to put it in my mouth, and his body goes tense and taut.

“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 tohave 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 likethis—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.

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