I’ve had plenty of dreams about this moment, but none of them come close to the reality of his muscled, naked body or the perfection of his thick cock. Eight inches and proud, standing out from his body. I lick my lips. He sees it.

Roman comes to the bed and grips my thighs, his thumbs digging into the back, and opens me another stretching inch. He teases between my legs, running his fingers over my slit and then down to my other hole. A single touch there sends a shock through my entire body, and he laughs. “So much to learn,” he says, and I don’t know if he means me or him or both of us, but I’ll take it. I’ll take all of it, no matter how dirty, how depraved…

He climbs over me on the bed and his thickness presses against my opening. His muscles work against mine as he enters me, so slowly it’s tortuous, until the head is inside. Then he stops.

I’m squirming, panting, mewling, but he doesn’t move. He puts a hand under my chin and pushes my chin up. The sensation of it there, so close to my neck, has me moaning.

“Tell me,” he commands. “Do you want more?”

I let out a whimpering please and that’s all it takes to unleash him.

Roman takes me in one thrust, barely giving my body time to accommodate his size, and I’m swept under by how powerful he is, how relentless, how unforgiving in this moment. I don’t want to be forgiven. I don’t want to be given extra time to catch up. I want to be fucked by a man who can’t control himself, who wants me so much that no rules apply, and Roman gives me that, pinning me down by the hips and taking what he needs. I lose my grip on my knees, the thrusts are coming so hard, one after another, the rhythm all his.

He pulls out and I give a cry at the sudden loss, but then his mouth is on my chest, my breasts, his tongue circling over each nipple. When he turns me over it’s like I weigh nothing. He puts my feet on the floor and pushes me down with one hand, pinning me, and oh, god, I love being held like this, held down, like I’m a wild creature who might escape and he’s the only god who could tame me.

He knocks my knees apart and then he thrusts back in. No mercy. I can only hold on for dear life, my hands scrabbling at the comforter. I feel it when he gets closer. His thrusts get deeper, something I didn’t think was possible, and his breathing more deliberate. He pushes himself all the way inside, stretching me, and then stops.