Chapter 8

8

ROM

“ H old on, gorgeous.” My hands moved to her ass, and holding her firmly against me, I waited until she locked her arms around my neck before surging to my feet. The door to my bedroom was across from us, and I ate up the space in a few long strides.

When I reached the side of the bed, I urged her legs to drop from around me and then slid her body down mine as I set her on her feet. “Feel what you do to me, gorgeous?” I rasped. “Gonna explode if I don’t get inside you soon.”

Layla grabbed the sides of my cut and yanked me toward her as she went up onto her tiptoes to press her mouth to mine. I let her lead for a minute, wanting to build her confidence, and I was pleased when she grew bolder.

“I need you,” she panted, releasing my vest and sliding her arms around my neck to bury them in my hair.

“All yours, baby,” I told her before I picked her up again and set her down on the mattress. “As hot as you look in this outfit and those cute as hell shoes, I need you naked.”

Layla hummed in agreement, and her gaze raked down my body. "Turnabout is fair play, so you should get naked too."

“Don’t worry, gorgeous. We’re gonna spend plenty of time together without our clothes on.” I winked and smiled at her little giggle as I bent over and reached for the hem of her shirt.

I licked my lips as I pushed the top up, revealing her ample tits encased in black lace and nearly spilling out of the cups of her bra. Once her shirt was off, I palmed her breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze before gliding my hands down her sides. My fingers dipped into her jeans, and I yanked hard enough to pop the snap, then quickly dragged them off and tossed them away.

“Damn,” I breathed as my eyes soaked up the goddess laid out before me. Her skin was pink, flushed with a mix of desire and nervousness. “This is sexy as fuck,” I told her as I traced the pattern of the lace on one breast. Layla shivered, and I grinned wickedly. “But it’s gotta go.”

She arched her back so I could access the clasp to her bra, and I rewarded her with a sensuous kiss while I removed it.

Her breathy moan went straight to my dick, and I winced when the rough fabric of my jeans rubbed the sensitive head. My plan had been to stay clothed until she was ready for me to take her, but I was worried that my cock would get scratched and cut by the denim and zipper. Going commando was stupid, Cross. Damn fucking stupid .

Releasing her lips, I inhaled raggedly, then stood and dropped my gaze to her pussy. Her tiny lace panties were plastered to her folds, soaked with her pleasure. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting her sweet nectar, and I lost my composure for a second, grasping the fabric and tearing it away.

Layla gasped and tried to close her legs, but I growled and pressed them open. “Do not hide from me, Layla,” I commanded. “This pretty little pussy is mine.” I drew a finger through her wetness and grunted, “You’re fucking soaked for me, aren’t you, baby?” Then I brought it to my mouth, groaning when I sucked the digit clean.

Dropping to my knees, I dragged her to the edge so her legs hung off. I breathed in the sweet scent of her arousal, and come dripped from the swollen head of my cock. My tongue tingled in anticipation, but just as I prepared to dive in, a thought caused me to pause and look up.

“Layla? Are you a virgin, baby?” Nothing would make me love Layla any less, but the possessive, obsessed part of me craved for her to say yes. I wanted to be the only one who ever tasted her sweet mouth, drank from her womanly nectar, and made her scream as she exploded on my cock.

“Um—” Her cheeks bloomed crimson, and she averted her eyes, so I nipped the tender flesh on her inner thigh to bring her gaze back to mine. “Yes.”

Her answer came out in a whisper, but it caused a roaring in my head when the remaining blood in my brain drained to my groin.

“Fuck,” I rasped. “Mine. All fucking mine.”

I didn’t wait for a response. I leaned in and licked my girl’s juicy pussy until she cried out, begging for completion. “What do you want, gorgeous?” I murmured as I feasted.

“I don’t—-oh, Roman! Yes!”

“Tell me.”

“I-I can’t…don’t stop, oh yessss. No!” she wailed when I pulled back. “I don’t know!”

“Want my tongue in your pussy, baby?”

“Yes,” she moaned, and I fucked her channel a few times with my stiffened tongue.

“My fingers?”

“Yes, please, Roman!”

I pushed one digit into the snug hole and groaned when she clenched around it. “Fuck. Your greedy little pussy doesn’t want to let me go. Gonna squeeze the fuck out of my fat cock, gorgeous. Need you to come, baby. I’m a big guy, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

The filthy words falling from my lips drove her wild, and she screamed as an orgasm slammed into her. Come spurted from my dick, but I ignored it, focused on fitting another finger inside her. I fucked her with them, curling up to scrape over her G-spot, sending her soaring again, softening enough for me to slip in a third.

With my fingers stretching her, I lavished attention on her sensitive bud, catapulting her into a third climax. This time, I got what I wanted, so I yanked my hand away and covered her sex with my mouth to drink up the liquid spraying from her pussy.

When she finished, I wiped my face on her thigh and grinned as I stood. Layla looked shell-shocked and worried. “What…um…I’m sorry, I don’t know what…” She covered her face with her hands and groaned, trying to close her legs, but I remained standing between them.

“Layla, look at me, gorgeous.”

She peeked through her fingers, and I chuckled, leaning over to capture her wrists and drag her hands away.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, baby. You gave me exactly what I wanted.”

“Really?” she whispered.

I nodded and hastily undressed. “I’ve never tasted anything more delicious,” I told her when I was finally naked and climbing onto the bed.

Her eyes were locked on my massive cock with hesitation swirling in their chocolate depths. “Relax, baby. I’m big, but you were made for me. I primed your tight little pussy, and I’ll go slow.”

She moved to the center of the bed at my urging, and I pushed her legs wide, crawling between them and hovering over her on my hands and knees.

“Layla.” I waited until our gazes locked before placing one of my hands on her throat, gently collaring it. “You need to understand. There is no going back from this.” There’s no going back at all . “You’re mine. Gonna pop your virgin cherry and claim this sexy pussy. No going back, do you understand?”

Layla had crossed her arms over her tits, but when she nodded in acknowledgment, she blushed and boldly put her hands at her sides.

“Good girl,” I praised, kissing the stiff peak of each globe. My mouth wrapped around one, and I sucked hard, causing her to cry out and arch her back. “I love how responsive you are,” I rasped before giving the opposite tip the same attention.

While I loved on her tits, I lowered myself and lined up my dick with her slick pussy. When she felt the tip teasing the slick opening, she tensed. “Relax,” I crooned before taking her mouth in a deep, hot kiss.

Slowly, I worked my cock inside her, a little at a time, frequently stopping to let her muscles stretch to accommodate my size. I’d lectured myself about going slow, but something primal roared to life when I hit the proof of her virginity. My hips snapped forward, popping her cherry and filling her in one swift movement.

Ecstasy crashed around me, and my dick exploded, shooting hot come into her womb. Somehow, I managed to stay still, to focus on Layla and wipe away the tears leaking from her pretty eyes. “So sorry, baby,” I said softly. “Hate that I caused you pain.”

“I’m okay,” she assured me in a wobbly voice. After a few seconds, her inner muscles suddenly clenched, and we moaned in unison.

Even after filling her with a fuck ton of jizz, I was still hard and pulsing with need. When she experimentally tightened again, I saw stars. “Fuck, baby. Tell me I can move,” I begged in a gritty voice.

“I’m going to die if you don’t,” she whimpered, shifting restlessly beneath me.

“Fucking perfect,” I murmured as I pulled back and thrust deep again.

“Yes!” she cried out, wrapping her arms and legs around me.

I glanced down when I retreated again, and fire blazed through me when I spotted the tinge of red in our mixed essences. My mind emptied of everything except claiming my woman. Fucking her until she was bred, taking her so hard that she would feel me every time she moved for the next few days, and then doing it again when the feeling started to fade.

A spark of sanity was left, and I might have worried I was being too rough if she hadn’t been digging her nails into my back and bucking her hips up to meet me every time I slammed inside her.

“Doing so good, baby,” I grunted. “Taking my big cock just like you were meant to. Fuck! Oh fuck, Layla! Squeeze that pussy. Fuck, yes!”

The bed squeaked in protest as I pounded my shaft into her over and over, and the headboard banged against the wall. But I could barely hear it over Layla’s screams of ecstasy.

“Oh! Oh! Yes! Harder! Yes!”

I curled my fingers around her wide hips and tilted her to just the right angle so I hit her clit and her G-spot. Two more thrusts, and she splintered apart, screaming my name and gushing around my cock.

My fingers tightened, and while I was pretty sure I left bruises on her delicate skin, I couldn’t loosen my grip. “Are you on birth control, baby?” I ground out through gritted teeth. I needed the answer, but holding back was taking monumental effort.

“What?” She was still in the throes of her orgasm, so I asked again, a little firmer this time.

“Birth…um…no.” Her answer pushed away some of the fog, and she stared at me with wide eyes.

“Good,” I grunted.

I held her still as I impaled her three more times, then planted myself as deep as possible and bellowed as my climax hit me like a fucking freight train. Hot jets of semen spurted from my shaft, coating her unprotected womb and setting off another climax in Layla.

She didn’t bring up the subject again that night, and I fucked her bare twice more before the morning, so I figured the orgasms had distracted her. We’d talk about it eventually, but hopefully, when she already had my baby in her sexy belly.