He broke the kiss and inhaled deeply. His cock was hard and tented his lounge pants. I couldn’t resist. I dropped to my knees and freed it.

Bigger and more beautiful than ever, it sprang majestically from its ebony nest, a clear pearl of liquid at its tip. I licked it off, letting the saltiness tingle on my tongue before I swallowed.

No. Shouldn’t suck him. Should fuck him and get it over with. Get to work. Get to work.

I ignored my conscience and flicked my tongue over his head. He shuddered, a soft moan creeping from his throat. He was so responsive, and that turned me on even more. I took him inside my mouth, held him there for a moment, letting his knob touch the back of my throat, and then I reversed the movement, slowly sliding my lips off him.

All the way off him.

Then I began again.

I didn’t have time for this. Didn’t have time to torment him until he was ready to explode.

Didn’t have—

I took him deep within my mouth again, letting my tongue swirl over his length.

Slowly I sucked him, each time getting more used to the invasion at the back of my throat. Each time wanting more and more to please him.

Each time forgetting more and more what was at stake.

I expected him to grab my hair as he had before, force me to go faster, to take more of him.

But he didn’t. He seemed content for me to take the lead, to suck long and slow, to—

He pulled out of my mouth. “I need to fuck you.”

His words were raw, his voice deep and husky, his demeanor animalistic.

And I was so, so ready.

He was even more ready. He ripped my panties off me—yes, literally ripped them in two—lifted me in his arms, and set me down on his hard cock.

The burn. The burn of being sliced into so quickly and unexpectedly.

God, it was good.

Roy gripped my hips and moved me up and down on his cock, still standing by his bed. Not against the wall. Not leaning on anything. Just his pure raw strength holding us both upright.

My tits were still encased in my bra, but they bounced anyway, abrading his chest as he fucked me, fucked me, fucked me.

Faster. Faster. Faster. Fast—

“Ah!” He brought me down so hard as he released, that I felt as if he were reaching far into my body, farther than anyone ever had, far into my soul. The depths of my soul.

“Fuck, silver,” he grunted. “Fuck. I love you.”

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Roy

I love you.

I love you.

Fuck. I love you.