Cousins: An Alpha Bad Boy Romance(59)

Immediately I explode.

"Fuck!" I scream.

I see fireworks in front of me and bursts of sunlight in my peripheral vision, and my heart is racing a mile a minute. My arms flop to my sides as I'm loose as a noodle and panting heavily. I buck a little as a few aftershocks run through me. Roman allows me a moment to come down, but no more than a moment. He flips me over so that I'm on my knees and leaning over the edge of the sofa. I don't see this one coming, but hear and feel it as he gives me another whack, but this time across the ass.

"Next time you wait until I say you can come Duchess. Nod if you understand."

I nod yes. Still breathless. Still blissful.

"Sit back on your heels and raise your arms baby."

I hesitate for a moment.

"I just want to take your shirt off, so I can kiss your back."

It takes every bit of strength I have, but I raise my arms as Roman slowly peels my tank top above my head. Then he unsnaps my bra and lets that fall on the floor behind the sofa. My breasts feel heavier than normal and my nipples as hard as stone as he slides his huge hands around the front of me and tenderly massages them. He continues his massage as he talks to me.

"You smell so fucking good Duchess. You feel so good," he says while tenderly kissing me in the center of my back. "I just want to bury my dick so far inside you, that you'll never want easy again. You'll always want hard."

At this point I'm moaning like some wounded animal. I need more relief. I need him inside me. I know this is him forcing my hand. Making me choose between him and Jagger, as if there is really a choice, but I don't want to think about that right now. I don't want to consider the ramifications of my actions. I just want penetration.

"What do you want Duchess? You want it easy or hard?"

"Hard." I moan telling him what he wants to hear, so that I can get what I need.

"Say again?"

"HARD." I say angrily.

He chuckles. "Right answer baby."

I hear Roman's zipper coming down, and then what I think is a foil packet being ripped open. I turn my head and watch as he slides a condom on the biggest cock I've ever seen in my life.

"Wait Roman–"

He whacks my ass.

"Who's Roman?" He asks sarcastically.

"I just don't know if I can handle that."

He turns me around to face him while still continuing to massage my breasts, my shoulders, my back. I can't help but lean into him as he talks. It feels so damn good.

"You've had sex before right?"

"Yes." I say emphatically.

"A lot?"

"Not exactly."

"What about with the coke head?"

I roll my eyes. "Once."

I can't read his face right now but he seems ... pleased.

"I'm going to sit down and you're going to straddle me. Then I'm going to suck those beautiful tits of yours while you slowly take your time sitting down on my dick. You control the tempo and the depth this time. The only rule I have is simple. Don't come until I give you permission Duchess. All your orgasms belong to me. All of them."

"That's not easy."

"Nothing good ever is baby."

"Okay." I whisper nervously. I've never ridden someone, although I know they do it a lot in movies. I'm hoping I can figure it out or at least fake it. The few times my high school boyfriend Roger and I found time to have sex, it was strictly missionary style and lasted ten minutes tops.

Roman lifts me up with brute strength and sits on the couch while he simultaneously straddles me across his lap. His penis is so hard that it looks brutally angry. Like its ready to punish me for making it wait so long. I can't imagine how it's going to fit inside of me.

"It's going to be fine baby. I'm a pro at this."

Somehow that doesn't really make me feel any better. Until he starts to do three things.

First he closes his warm mouth around one of my nipples. Sucking, then licking, then kissing and then he does it all over again to the other breast. The sensation of his teeth lightly grazing my nipples makes my hips move with a mind of their own. As my hips gyrate, Roman takes his right hand and very lightly slaps each side of my butt. A tap on the left cheek. Then a tap on the right. Back and forth. And as if all of this wasn't enough he then takes the thumb of his left hand and starts to lightly rub my clit.

"Masterson." I say with adoration.

"You're getting nice and wet for me baby. That's a good girl. I'm not going to stop what I'm doing. You just start lowering yourself down." He says coaxing me. "Go slow."

Things got tricky right from the start as I started to lower myself on his blunt tip. He was thick and wide and I could feel myself being unnaturally pulled and stretched.

"A little lower Duchess."