Chapter 5

Ava

I'm on my knees, looking up at the most stunning man I've ever had the privilege to lay eyes on. My mind is spinning, and I feel downright delirious. I'm loving every second of it. I could get lost in his deep, rich green eyes. I preen at the attention and praise he's giving me as he looks at me like I'm the most precious thing he's ever seen.

I just had Roman Knight's cock in my mouth. I sucked him until he was cumming down my throat, and I then swallowed every last drop. I want more of him, anything he's willing to give me. When he told me that he's not done with me tonight, it caused a burst of excitement to shoot through me because I'm nowhere near ready for this to be over.

At first, I was going to convince myself to step away after this one night, but I don't think that's possible.

It's only a week, right? After that, we can go about our own lives. While I know I won't be able to forget my time with him, I can enjoy it for what it is. A once in a lifetime opportunity to live out my fantasy with a man I've been crushing on for years.

We're both consenting adults. Tasha doesn't need to know about this.

"Come, sit." His gravely, authoritative tone sends a delicious shiver down my spine as he pats his thigh.

Biting my lower lip, I crawl onto his lap until I'm straddling him and lower my aching, soaked pussy against his hard, thick shaft.

"You are an absolute wonder, Princess," he murmurs as he cups my face softly. My eyes flutter closed as I sigh, leaning into his touch.

Roman is a big man. I feel tiny in his grasp, but I also feel wanted and protected. My eyes sting with the tender way he touches me. Like I'm something rare he doesn't want to break.

But here's the thing: while I love how he touches me, I also want him to break me. I want him to use me, to watch his face as he comes apart while he's inside me. I want to be his undoing before putting him back together, and then I want to do it all over again.

"Thank you, Sir," I whisper as he brushes his thumb against my lower lip.

His chest rumbles as he grips my hips with his large hands and pushes me down against his cock, causing my clit to grind on his erection.

He groans, and I whimper as a burst of pleasure shoots through me, filling every inch of my body. My hands grip his shoulders as I use him to keep myself upright.

"Oh, Princess," he groans. "It's taking everything in me not to throw you on that bed and fuck you like a dirty little whore."

Holy shit. My pussy gushes at his words as a low whine leaves my lips.

His eyes flare to life, heat blazing back at me. "Is that something you would want, baby?"

"Yes." I nod a little too eagerly. While I could get used to the softer side of him, when it comes to sex, I want the raw and real Roman. The one who loses control and takes what he needs, not just what he wants. I want to be what he can't live without, even if it's just for this week.

"Are you sure? Because I don't know if I'll be able to stop once we get started."

"Take me, Roman. Do whatever your heart desires to my body. It's yours for the week," my needy voice tells him.

He slides the hand that's cupping my face behind my head and tightens his fingers into a fist, making me gasp. He swallows up the sound as he pulls me down so that my mouth is fused to his.

Moaning, I let my tongue slip in and over his, tangling together like we can't get enough of each other.

His tastes of whiskey and sin, my new favorite flavors.

When he breaks the kiss, I'm panting as I lean forward, searching for more.

He chuckles. "Eager little thing, you are. Fuck, Ava, you don't know what you do to me, do you?"

"What?" I pant out.

"You make me want to sin, Princess. You make me want to do very bad things to your soft, untouched skin."

"Do it," I practically beg. "Roman, please, fuck me." I rock my pussy against his cock. "I'm dripping for you."

With a feral growl, he's standing in an instant, my legs locking around his waist. He kicks off his slacks and boxers before carrying me over to the bed.

He tosses me down, my body bouncing with the impact as I let out a little yelp of surprise.

"I need to fucking taste you, Ava. I need your pussy on my tongue."

I whimper, my body heating as my core pulses.I watch, eyes glued to Roman, his toned body driving me crazy. Roman stands in front of me, fully naked, and I'm in awe of this man. Does he know how fucking sexy he is? It's practically pornographic right now.

He crawls onto the bed, his heavy cock swinging between his legs. I part mine, letting them fall to the side and giving him a full view of the wet material covering my folds.

"Fucking hell, Princess, you really are soaked, aren't you?" I nod my head, watching as he grabs my panties and pulls them off me. He lets out a low growl, his pupils widening as he takes in my exposed pussy.

"Is this all for me?" he asks as he swipes a finger through my messy folds, causing me to let out a low moan.

He holds up his finger coated in my arousal, rubbing it between his finger and thumb.

"Yes," I whisper.

He brings his finger to his mouth and sucks it clean. "Mhhmm, you taste so damn good, Princess." He licks his lips. "I need more."

My eyes slam shut, and I toss my head back as he starts to devour my pussy like he hasn't eaten in days while I'm the meal he's been praying to the gods to be blessed with.

"Oh god, Roman, yes!" I moan as I rock my pussy against his face. I've had men eat me out before, but never has it felt this good.

He knows what he's doing, as his skilled tongue wreaks havoc on my sensitive core. He spears me with his tongue before pulling it out, lapping at my clit, and then sucking it into his mouth. He nibbles a little, and I feel a gush of my juices coat his face.

Roman growls in approval, continuing to tease me as he slides two of his thick fingers inside me.

He works me over, his mouth feeling so damn good, and his fingers hitting me in all the right places.

My mind grows hazy, drunk on the pleasure. I'm making noises that I didn't even know I could make as I twist and writhe on the bed. It's so overwhelming but in the best way possible. I want to push him away while also bringing him closer, demanding more from him.

Since I was already worked up from before, it doesn't take long before my belly tightens with a cramping feeling that I know will bring toe-curling pleasure.

"I'm close," I whimper. "Oh, yes! Yes, like that. Fuck, please don't stop!" I shout. I'm not one to swear too often, but this man does things to me that I just don't understand.

"Cum for me, Ava." He pulls back and looks up at me, his face coated in my arousal as he fucks me with his fingers, using his thumb against my clit. I can hear how wet I am with every thrust of his fingers. "I want to feel you explode around my fingers before you shatter around my cock."

His words and the way he looks at me like he's a feral beast are what I need to push me over the edge.

My back arches off the bed like I'm possessed, my eyes slamming shut as I free-fall. My orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave, and I scream his name so loud my voice cracks.

Stars burst behind my eyes, and I almost black out. I've never come so hard in my life, and it's all because of this man. The man who is the star of all my fantasies, the one I've dreamed about for years.

I let my back fall to the mattress as I suck in lungfuls of air. My limbs shake, and my body feels weak, but in the best way possible. I don't bother opening my eyes as I just lay there, enjoying the hum of the high.

"So fucking perfect," he murmurs softly, his tone filled with wonderment.

A sleepy smile finds my lips, pleased that he likes what he sees. He reaches under me to pull my bra off, and I let out a soft gasp when I feel his warm lips wrap around my tight nipples.

I don't open my eyes, allowing myself to feel all the new sensations caused by his mouth. Every place his lips touch leaves a tingle of pleasure behind. He sucks and nips at my flesh, his hands roaming all over my body. His movements are scattered, like he doesn't know what part of me he wants to touch and taste next.

"You're gorgeous, Ava. The most stunning woman I've ever had the privilege to lay eyes on."

That makes me whimper. I know he's lying; he's had models and superstar girlfriends in the past. I'm just a normal girl. But his words make me feel like I'm worth something more.

My eyes flutter open again when I feel the tip of his cock brush against my folds, the piercing rubbing against my clit.

"There you are, Princess," he hums. "How do you feel?"

"Good." My voice sounds like I'm seconds from falling asleep. But I'm not ready for that yet because even though I feel like jelly, I want more. I need his cock inside me. I need to feel him as he pounds into me and drives me absolutely insane. I want to hear his masculine grunts and groans as I drive him mad. "Better than good. Amazing."

He chuckles softly and leans over to kiss my forehead. "How about we end things here for the night?"

"No!" I whimper, grabbing his arm as he starts to move away. "Please. I need more of you, Roman. I'm not ready to end the night just yet."

His eyes search mine. "Are you sure? I don't want to push your body into something it's not ready for."

"I can take it, Roman. It's just sex; I'm not some delicate flower you have to handle with care."

"It's not just sex, Ava," he growls. "I like it rough. I can be sweet and go slow, but the moment my cock is inside this tight little cunt, I can't help the animal I'll turn into."

"Show me, Roman. I'm not afraid."

A dangerous sound leaves him, sending a spike of fear through me, but it mixes with a rush of excitement as his hand shoots out, wrapping around my neck. My eyes widen, and I gasp in surprise. He brushes his thumb against my pulse as he squeezes softly. "I'm clean, Ava. We can use condoms if you want, but I really fucking want to feel how your hot, wet pussy feels, strangling my cock with nothing between us. If it becomes too much, just say the word red, and I'll stop."

"I'm clean too. And on the pill," I choke out. "I have the papers in my coat if you want to see them."

He doesn't ask to see them; my words are the only confirmation he needs. He grips my right thigh with the hand that's not around my throat, hiking it up on his hip. He notches the tip of his cock against my entrance and surges forward, slamming into me in one thrust.

The air is knocked out of my lungs as my eyes widen, followed by a scream—or is it a moan? Doesn't matter because I can't think straight. I'm drenched, so there's more than enough lubrication. It helps so much because Roman's cock is huge, stretching my pussy to accommodate his size.

"Shhhh," he soothes. "You can take it. I know you can. Look at this pussy, swallowing my cock so good. Princess, this cunt was made for me," he growls out his praise.

"Roman," I gasp when he rolls his hips. It doesn't really hurt, just more of an uncomfortable pressure.

"That's it, baby, remember who's inside you, owning you. I'm going to fuck you so damn good, Ava. I'm going to ruin you for all future men. You will remember one thing when you leave this hotel, Princess. This pussy? It's fucking mine," he pants.

A sob of pleasure rips from my throat as Roman starts to pound into me mercilessly.

I close my eyes, allowing myself to concentrate on the numerous feelings flowing through my body. I feel like I'm on fire in the best way. Every thrust inside me ignites a new flame.

"Fucking hell," he groans, the sounds of our flesh slapping together filling the air. "You're so damn tight, Princess. Your cunt is suffocating my cock. That's it, baby. You're taking me so good."

"Yes," I whimper. "Yes, Roman, yes."

"I love it when you moan my name," he says with a deep growl. "But I want to hear you scream it."

He releases my throat, and my eyes flutter open. He's a beautiful monster right now, and I'm caught in his trap.

His face is contorted in pleasure, his jaw tight as his muscles strain and flex with each thrust.

His cock feels amazing against my inner walls as the tip of his cock hits my sweet spot over and over again. "You're driving me fucking mad, Princess," he grunts, his chest heaving with every breath. His fingers grip my thighs in a bruising hold—I hope he leaves his mark on me.

"Cum for me, Ava, shatter on my cock," he commands in a demanding growl. He brings his thumb down to my throbbing, oversensitive clit, adding the perfect amount of pressure that has me arching my back and moaning like the whore he wants me to be for the night. One, two, three circles over my clit, and it's like gasoline being thrown onto the fire in my belly.

"Oh god!" I scream as my body tenses up. My eyes roll back, and I cum even harder than before. It's too much, I feel like I'm going to pass out.

I think I do, because the next thing I know, I'm flipped over, on my hands and knees, as Roman holds me down against the mattress with a fist full of my hair.

"Take it," he snarls, his hand coming down hard on my ass. "Fucking take my cock, Ava. This is my pussy, do you understand me? Fucking mine ."

I respond with a broken moan. He fucks me like a wild animal, making it hurt so damn good.

I'm sobbing, begging, and pleading for him to slow down or to speed up—I have no idea what I want, just as long as he's the one giving it to me.

"I'm not going to last much longer," he grunts. "Your pussy is too fucking good. Cum again, Ava, this time with me. Play with that pretty pink clit and follow me over the edge."

"I can't," I sob. "It's too much. I can't handle anymore."

"Yes, you can, baby. Just one more, okay? Just cum for me one more time. I know you can do it, Princess." His voice is softer now, and I find myself wanting to please him. So, with a shaky hand, I bring it between my legs. When I make contact with my clit, my legs give out as I whimper, the sensation too much.

Roman lifts me back into position, not missing a beat as he continues to fuck me. "That's it, baby, play with your clit for me. You can take it. You're doing so fucking well."

With everything I have in me, I do my best to play with myself, and because I am already so sensitive, it doesn't take me long before I feel that familiar burn again.

"I feel you, Ava. I feel your walls gripping me. That's it. You got this, baby."

"Oh, oh, god, Roman, it's too much."

"Cum, Ava. I want your cunt to swallow my cock as I fill you with my cum until it's dripping out of you," he demands.

And I do. This orgasm isn't as strong, but I cry out his name anyways, my body trembling under his lethal one.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he roars, gripping my ass cheeks in a punishing hold. "Ava!" he shouts with a sexy groan as he spills inside me, his cock jerking violently as it ejects rope after rope of his hot cum, filling me just like he said he would.

My name falling from his lips as he comes apart makes my heart warm, and a delirious smile finds its way upon my face.

I'm exhausted, not able to move, speak, or even think. But this feeling... it's unlike anything I've felt before. It's like the perfect high, and he's my drug.

Roman murmurs something, but I can't hear him; I'm too close to sleep. I do feel him pull out of me, though, and he helps me lie down on my side. He kisses my hip sweetly before I feel the loss of him.

I'm almost asleep when I feel my leg being lifted before something warm and wet glides between my legs. "You did so well, baby," he praises as he wipes his cum from my thighs and swollen pussy. "You're stunning, Ava, better than I could have ever hoped for. Thank you for giving me the honor of having you tonight. I promise, next time, I'm going to take the time to worship your body like the princess you are."

I feel cherished in this moment, and if I were more awake, I'd probably tear up. This feeling, the aftercare he provides as he pulls me into his arms, wrapping me in his embrace, is more intense than the sex.

He whispers sweet things, continuing to praise me, rubbing my back as I drift off to sleep. I shouldn't stay the night, I have to go home. But... maybe a few hours in this man's arms wouldn't be so bad.