Page 50 of Downfall

I don’t know what makes me do it but I grab him, kissing him hard, feeling my lips bruise as they crash with his but I don’t care. I need him. I want him.

He groans, his tongue wrapping with mine, while his hands pull me in tighter.

I grab at his jeans, unbuttoning them and wrenching them open before feeling how god damn hard he already is.

“Fuck.” He groans.

“Fuck me.”

“What?”

“Fuck me.” I say again.

He shakes his head. “Not like this.”

“Please Roman. Please. You said I’m yours. You said we’d be together so do it, prove it.”

He lets out a low breath. I can see he wants to. I can see he wants it as much as me and I run my hand over him, pumping his dick and feeling his precome as it seeps through. I’m spurring him on, doing everything I can in this moment to get what I want.

He pulls out his wallet. I gulp as I see he’s already got a condom there. He rips it open, pulling his boxers down and slides it on.

I bite my lip, leaning back into the wall. An alleyway is hardly the dream location for your first time but beggars can’t be choosers and that’s what I’ve done, I’ve begged him for this, I’m not going to back out now because the scenery isn’t to my liking.

“Are you sure?” He says and I nod not trusting myself to speak.

He pulls my skirt up, not roughly, but not gently either. I pull my underwear aside and I see another micro-expression across his face so I grab him, pulling him to me, urging him on. I don’t want him to reject me. I don’t want him to change his mind. This could be our last chance. This could be the only time we ever cross this line.

But more than that I want my first time to be with him. I want to give my virginity to him. Not the man six years older than me. Not the man my parents are even now plotting to marry me to. Not to Paris Blumenfeld.

“Roman.” I whisper.

He grabs my thighs, raising me up, angling himself. “I’ll be as gentle as I can.” He says.

“I can handle it.”

He shakes his head, his mouth meeting mine, and as he starts to kiss me I can feel him pressing against my core, pushing further and further into me.

I shut my eyes, trying not to tense up but it hurts. There’s no denying it. A whimper escapes me before I can swallow it and Roman stops.

“Don’t.” I say.

“Give your body a moment to adjust.” He murmurs.

I shake my head. I don’t want to. It feels like we don’t have time. I need him to be fucking me. I need him to be giving me this. “Please Roman. Please don’t stop.”

I gasp as his thumb touches my clit. He kisses me again. And then he starts to circle before pushing into me further. It burns, every inch he takes from me it burns. I try to focus on the feel of what he’s doing, how his thumb is teasing me, but it doesn’t override the pain.

When he bottoms out he waits for a moment and then slides back out.

I look up at him and as he watches for my reaction he starts to slowly push back in. I grit my teeth, forcing myself not to show how uncomfortable this is and perhaps he falls for it because he starts to pick up pace. Before I realise it’s happening that pain, that burning is gone, and all I can feel, all I can focus on is him. Roman. His dick sliding in and out of me.

I let out a moan that echoes around us.

“Is that okay?” Roman asks.

I nod. “It’s good. Really good.”

“Yeah?”

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