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Roman's body was sculpted by the gods. His muscles were clearly defined, his long torso was covered in tattoos, and his height overpowered everything.
I tore my eyes away from his and allowed myself to slowly gaze down his chest, his stomach, and his abdomen, focusing right on the spot where their two bodies connected. Roman’s fist tightened in the woman’s hair, and the other held her hips, keeping her in place while hefuckedher right in front of me, the sound of their act filling up the entire room.
"You like it, baby?" His deep voice sounded again, and I shot my gazeup into his, witnessing an angry smile growing on his face.
But in an instant, he suddenly stepped back and pulled out, and then...then I saw what he held in his hand. FuckingChrist, he wasn’t lying when he said he had a big dick. Somehow, the size was perfectly proportionate to his large body. My eyes were glued to it; I couldn’t even blink as I watched him stroke his cock. Both length and girth. Fuck.
"Get on your knees,” he commanded the blonde and pulled her up by her hair. It dawned on me that I was ready to get down onmyknees from that tone. Without protest or any words at all, she dropped to her knees in front of him, and immediately, he thrust his dick into her mouth.
Holy. Fucking. Shit. This guy wasn’t giving her any time to breathe. Iwatched—mesmerized—as Roman placed his hand on the back of her head, pushing himself into her with relentless speed. My mouth was salivating, and my pussythrobbedat the mere thought of being in her position. Why the fuck was this turning me on, and why was I still standing there!
Before I could force myself to turn and walk away, I heard his voice again. "Yes. Fuck, you're taking me like such a good girl," Roman drawled, still piercing me with his eyes. I breathed hard, desperately trying to assure myself that this was a dream.
I imagined myself in her place, taking his cock down my throat...like a good girl. Whatever panties I wore that day were fucking drenched, and heat spread through my body, down my legs and up my stomach, overtaking all sensations. Watching the scene was so wrong, so dirty, so forbidden...so fucking hot.
Roman’s pace quickened, and he fucked the blonde’s mouth without mercy until his body shuddered, and he pulled out of her mouth. His eyes on mine, he breathed heavily and groaned loudly as he came, the satisfaction on his face unmistakable.
“Did you like it, baby?” A woman’s uncertain voice rudely interruptedour staring contest, and I remembered the blonde was still on her knees, looking up at him as she tried to catch her breath.
As if plunged into ice water, I realized what I’d just witnessed. With all the remaining self-dignity that I possessed, I forced myself to rip my eyes away from his and turn around.
My vision spun, and my legs were as heavy as lead, but I shuffled back to my room in a quick jog, but not before I caught Roman's response, said a little too loudly.
"You did great."
The door clicked shut behind me, and I fell onto the bed, curling into myself and squeezing my eyes shut. What the fuck did I just see?
I breathed. In and out, in and out, doing my best to calm the fuck down. Images of Roman thrusting into that woman bloomed inside my mind immediately. Without thinking of my actions, I ran my hand down my body and in between my legs, grinding into the bed.
The small gesture sent waves of pleasure through me, the memories blazing red in the black of my eyes.
But I stopped right in time. I ripped my hand out from between my legs and came back to reality, staying on the bed and trying to breathe through whatever the hell all this was.
This was a very fucked-up evening. This was averyfucked-up thing to do.Romanwas one fucked-up man.
13
One Last Time
Roman
Mylifehadturnedcompletely upside down when Isla accidentally moved in. Her presence was like sunshine. Her spirit was bright, joyful, and abundant. Her voice, her eyes, her words…I couldn’t get enough.
My interest in her overwhelmed me—I’d never felt a pull like that. An inescapable attraction. And at this point, I was frustrated and pissed off, and I wasn't even sure at what. Just at the fact that she wasn't mine.
She was perfect. I liked—no—Ilovedeverything about her. Starting from the obvious, her physical appearance, down to her personality, goals in life, how she spoke, her adorable laugh, and everything,everythingshe did. Everything she was.
But she dropped the inevitable bomb on me—fucking Hiroshima destroyed my heart. Not only did she find a job, but shealsofound an apartment and would be moving out in two days.
Two. Fucking. Days. I was ripped open by the news; I thought I would just fall down on the floor and cry. She said it so happily too, like I was supposed to be overjoyed for her!
Dear God, Isla had no fucking clue how I felt about her. She was smart, but clearly, she was also very naïve. She thought I wanted my privacy back. What an absurd thing to say! The way she talked about it enraged me. I was so blinded by what she’d said, I knew right away what I wanted to do.
I called Vanessa, but Jennifer showed up. I guess I forgot which onelooked like what, but fuck it, Jen would do too. It turned into the best sex of my life, and I wasn't even sure who the woman doing it with me was.
It was for Isla, and having her so close, so stunned, sofascinated…amplified every single feeling inside me. I fucked Jen and actively imagined Isla in front of me instead. She knew who I was speaking to. As I said, she was a smart girl.
I drowned in her eyes—in her attention, and when I came, God, I hadn’t felt this good in forever.
