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His eyes flared. “What if I want you to fuck me first?” He blinked those big amber eyes of his, now softer than before, less afraid, less cagey. His whole face was a little softer. If he’d had that much of an effect from three pulls, what if he took a little more? Would that help him get his strength back?”
“Are you sure? Are you up for it?”
He took my left hand, which he was still holding, and brought it down to cup his swollen cock, throbbing like mine. “Please, Roman.”
That was the consent I needed to remove his towel and my pants. I reached for my bottle of lube and rolled him over onto his back.
Rhonda grunted once and hopped down from the bed, making a show of her irritation as she found the folded quilt I’d left for her to lay on next to the floor vent.
“She’ll get over it,” he said.
I coated my fingers and gently, so carefully, prepared him to take me. We stared into each other’s eyes the entire time, and I felt like I was seeing into his soul, every touch, every stroke, every penetration elicited a new level of pleasure from him, a new sound, a new plea.
“Please, Roman! Please.”
“Yes, Creed.” I pushed his legs up and I knelt before him. I used the lube on myself, making sure to take as much care as possible so as not to hurt him, but it was killing me to hold back. “I want to be inside you. But I want you to do that again. Can you take it from my neck?”
The worried look was back. “I’m afraid I’ll lose control. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I said. I pressed against his hole, and he melted into the mattress with a moan. I pushed in slowly and he tensed up, his breath coming in pants.
“I can’t…you feel so good, Roman…it’s so…good.” He squeezed his eyes shut and relaxed all at once, allowing me to slide all the way in, his body rippling around me, accepting me.
“I can’t breathe,” I murmured close to his ear. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can.” He kissed my lips, my chin, my throat, and then that special place where my neck met my shoulder. “Now move.”
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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Creed
Roman waseverything as he gripped my shoulders, lifted his hips, and then thrust his cock deep inside me. We both gasped, our eyes wide open, as he found the perfect rhythm, the perfect angle.
He cried out for God, he praised me, he ran his fingers over my face and stared into my eyes, pleading with me, loving me. He completely gave up his need for control. He let go, let himself take pleasure from me, let me love him.
“I want you…to do it again, Creed. Please. It makes you stronger. It’s good for you, andfuck, it’s so…good…please, Creed.”
I laughed as his whole body started to shake.
“I love…how…you think I can focus on anything when you’re…fucking me—”
“Fuck, Creed, now, please!” He slid a hand under my head and lifted it to his neck while his hips bucked against mine.
“Roman,” I breathed against his skin.Blessed be.I tried to do everything right, tried to give just enough pheromone—”
“Oh God, Creed!” he cried out, and he lost his rhythm, his body shuddering.
And then I bit him, harder than I intended, but I didn’t have a lot of control. And his sweet, sweet life force flowed onto my tongue and the world stopped for a split second as everything became clear, everything was in harmony, everything was perfect, pure pleasure.
Bliss.
“I’m coming!”Roman’s body froze and he cried out a long, guttural moan.
I had just enough presence of mind to close the wound on his neck before I joined him, spilling onto my stomach and his as our bodies pressed together.
We lay there like that, sweaty, panting, covered in spend, kissing lazily for what seemed like forever.
