Chapter 7
At Roman’s words, Blair’s breath caught. She already knew just from the little she had experienced with him that he meant every word,
Her gaze flicked to his cock. Thick. Hard. Waiting.
Dan had never wanted her to do this. But he hadn’t minded when Laura had.
She’d overheard their arguments enough to know that. Would Roman expect her to be good at it? What if he realized she had never done it before?
Roman ran a hand over her head, his touch warm, possessive. “Take me in your mouth. I want to put that smart mouth to work.”
His voice was low, commanding, sending a shiver down her spine. Blair swallowed hard, her heart pounding. The scent of him–masculine, dark, intoxicating–wrapped around her, making her mouth water.
He leaned back against the chesterfield, stroking himself lazily as he watched her. His cock twitched, glistening at the tip, thick veins pulsing under his firm grip. The sight sent heat rushing through her, but she hesitated.
Roman’s eyes darkened. “Don’t think, Blair. Just do as you’re told.”
Her pulse spiked. He made it sound so simple, so inevitable. As if she was always meant to be right here, on her knees in front of him.
He gave himself another slow stroke, his jaw tight. “You’re stalling,” he muttered.
Blair swallowed. Was she? Or was she just afraid of doing it wrong?
Still, her body betrayed her. A deep ache coiled low in her stomach, pulsing between her thighs. The way he looked at her like she was his to command, his to use. It only made her want it more.
She shuffled forward, positioning herself between his spread thighs. His cock stood thick and proud, a silent demand.
“That’s it,” Roman murmured, gripping the base. “Now suck it properly, Blair. No teasing. No half–assed attempts. When I come, you will swallow every drop.”
Her lips parted. The authority in his voice sent a jolt of pleasure through her, but doubt still lingered.
His hand slid to her cheek, tilting her chin up. His touch was rough, yet oddly reassuring.
“Look at me.”
Blair lifted her gaze, meeting his intense stare.
“You want this, don’t you?” His thumb brushed her lower lip. “You want to please me?”
She did. She wanted to prove to him- to herself–that she could. That it hadn’t been her that was the problem with Dan.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Roman’s lips curled into a wicked smirk. “Then show me.”
Blair exhaled’shakily, inching closer. Her hands rested on his thighs for balance, feeling the heat of his skin beneath her palms. She could smell the faints
tang of sweat and arousal, heady and overwhelming.
Her lips brushed over the tip hesitantly. It was hot, smooth, the taste slightly salty.
“That’s it,” Roman encouraged, his fingers threading through her hair. “Open wider.”
Blair obeyed, taking him deeper. The stretch burned slightly, unfamiliar yet thrilling. She barely got halfway before she gagged, her throat tightening
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involuntarily.
Roman groaned, his hips jerking. “Relax,
Blair swallowed hard, trying again. This time, she adjusted her angle, breathing through her nose. Slowly, she took more, inch by inch, feeling the wai of him on her tongue.
“Fuck, Roman growled. “Just like that.”
The praise sent a spark of heat through her. She wrapped her lips tighter around him, sucking gently as she pulled back. Then she licked across the sensitive slit, tasting him fully.
Roman’s hand fisted in her hair. “Shit, Blair.”
The sound of his pleasure made her bolder. She swirled her tongue around the swollen head before sinking down again, taking him deeper. His cock pulsed against her tongue, hot and heavy.
“Goddamn,” he rasped, his other hand gripping the armrest. “You feel so fucking good.”
Blair hummed in response, the vibration making him curse. She bobbed her head, increasing the rhythm, sucking harder. His thighs tensed beneath her fingers, his muscles flexing as he fought for control.
“More,” he demanded. “Take it all.”
She tried. She really did. But he was too thick. She gagged again, her throat convulsing around him.
Roman let out a ragged moan. “Jesus, Blair.”
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His grip on her hair tightened, guiding her movements as she sucked, licked, swallowed. Every time she pulled back, she made sure to swirl her tongue over the tip, teasing the sensitive slit before sinking down again.
His hips started to move, thrusting shallowly into her mouth. The muscles in his abdomen.clenched, his breathing growing ragged.
“Fuck,” he gritted out. “I’m gonna come.”
Blair sucked harder, desperate to push him over the edge.
“Don’t stop,” he growled, his body going rigid.
A second later, he groaned her name, his cock pulsing as hot spurts of cum hit the back of her throat. Blair swallowed instinctively, taking every drop as he held her still.
Roman exhaled harshly, his body sagging onto the couch. He released her hair, his fingers brushing lazily against her scalp.
“Good girl,” he murmured. His voice was hoarse, wrecked, “Now lift your skirt and get up here.”
Blair’s heart pounded as she stood. Her hands trembled as she reached for the hem of her skirt, lifting it slowly. Roman’s eyes never left her, his gaze darkening with approval.
“Come here,” he ordered, patting his lap.
She straddled him carefully, her knees pressing into the couch. His hands gripped her waist, guiding her into position. She could feel the heat of him, the way his muscles tensed beneath her.
Roman reached into his wallet, pulled out a condom, and rolled it over his length. “Ready?”
Blair nodded.
He positioned her over him, the thick head of his cock pressing against her entrance. Slowly, he pulled her down.
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Blair gasped, her head falling back. He was big, stretching her inch by inch, filling her completely.
That’s it, Roman groaned. “Feel me.”
She moaned as he bottomed out; her nails digging into his shoulders. He was everywhere, surrounding her, possessing her.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” he growled, his hands gripping her hips.
She whimpered, adjusting to his size. When she finally started to move, a shockwave of pleasure shot through her.
“God, Blair,” he groaned. “You feel so fucking good.”
His grip tightened, guiding her as she rocked against him. The thick length of him pressed against her g–spot, making her cry
Roman chuckled darkly. “You like that?”
Blair whimpered, her breath hitching.
“Say it,” he demanded. “Tell me how much you love having my cock inside you.”
“1- love it,” she stammered.
His hips lifted, meeting her movements. The force of it made her gasp, pleasure spiking through her veins. “Move faster.”
She obeyed, bouncing faster, chasing the delicious friction. His hands roamed her body, gripping, guiding, owning.
“Fuck, yes,” he snarled, his thrusts becoming rougher.
Her orgasm built, the coil in her belly tightening with each stroke. His fingers found her clit, rubbing in tight circles.
“Oh, God, Roman!” she cried.
“Come for me, Blair,” he ordered, his voice raw.
out.
The words sent her over the edge. Her body clenched around him as the pleasure exploded, white–hot and consuming. She screamed his name, her
entire body trembling.
Roman groaned, thrusting up into her one last time before he came with a low, guttural curse.
For a long moment, they stayed there, breathing heavily, their bodies slick with sweat.
