About twenty. Roughly the same number of thrusts he leveled into me, each one harder than the last, growling a little more every time he drove to my depths.
His pierced tip scratched an itch I didn't know I had. It glided through me, seamless as the rest of him, teasing my walls like nothing ever had.
No vibrator, no dildo, nothing matched this freak of a dick inside me, and I freaking loved it.
His balls slapped my ass harder as he hit full force. I was coming apart each time he drove it home, and then in one last fiery collision, I lost it. My moans became howls. My legs pinched around him like a vise, digging into his granite muscle, desperate to hold on for the grand finale.
“Come the fuck all over my dick, babe,” he growled, reaching one hand behind my head and fisting my hair. “Let it all out. Make your pussy milk my balls dry.”
The dirty talk slayed me. I thought I'd come myself blind when his tongue was lapping at my clit, but now his cock taught me different each time he drove deep, stroking my little bud with his pubic bone. One more stroke sent me straight to ecstasy.
I couldn't dream of holding out. I tightened up, locked onto him as hard as I could, and screamed bloody murder.
Holy fucking hellfire!
The convulsions hit like a tsunami. My pussy gushed, pinched, and sucked at his cock. He fucked me faster through the climax, fucked me until the entire world rocked and churned around me. I threw my head back as he jerked my hair in my hands, loving the burn, feeling the fire roasting me from all directions.
This orgasm ripped into shrapnel, searing every distant nerve, kissing my blood with hot lava.
And just when I thought it peaked, his manic thrusts stopped, but he wasn't done. He roared, holding me against the bed with all the power in his hips, burying himself to the hilt.
His massive cock swelled impossibly bigger. Then he pulsed, jerked inside me, and I felt the first molten pump, the seed flowing into me in one magma jet after another.
Oh, fuck! Save me.
But nothing could do that now except spiraling face first into another orgy of release. I rocked, grunted, came, and shrieked like a mad woman as his cock exploded inside me. Our animal voices meshed just like our bodies, two energies colliding into one, creating something so hot and unbelievable I could barely comprehend it.
No, I couldn't even try.
Not while he was still pumping his seed in my womb, flooding me, spilling his essence into my raw pleasure.
I knew the risk. He'd fucked his way through my protection before, I prayed it would work this time.
But I didn't pray for the pills to do their job this time until it was all over. For just one second, locked in our flaming release, I wanted him to knock me up again.
My body knew damned well what it wanted, and this insane thrill tore me apart. I needed his come inside me, and my greedy pussy milked him just like he commanded me to.
He stayed hard inside me long after the spasms stopped. Roman leaned down, buried my lips in his, plunging his tongue in and out of my mouth. Coming hadn't slowed him down one bit.
He led my tongue in a mouth-to-mouth fuck with the same hot vigor his cock used inside me just minutes ago.
“I fucking love your body, babe. It's goddamned crack.”
And I fucking love you.
I almost said it. Something made me bite my tongue.
It wasn't time for that yet, and – Jesus! – was he really still hard? The man was a fuck machine, and it wasn't an exaggeration.
His hips shifted into me in small, shallow strokes, beginning to thrust all over again. He kissed me again. This time I bit his lip, the roughest tease I could manage.
“Up on your hands and knees, Sally,” he growled.
“You really don't need a break?”
“I had my break behind bars. I already told you – we're fucking all night, every night, as long as you're wearing my brand. We both know I've missed too many nights already. We're fucking double to make up for all the lost time.”
Smiling, I rolled as he reluctantly pulled out, and his strong hands helped me into line. I hoped he'd at least let me have a few solid hours of sleep in between this long night of frenzied sex and feeding Caleb at the crack of dawn.
No luck. Unless you call lucky being fucked by a badass half a dozen times before he even let up – and maybe I did.
Roman fucked me with every molecule of the full dizzying force his massive body had to offer. My breasts swung wild beneath me as he thrust, slamming into me, slapping my clit with his heavy balls each time he went deep.
I'd heard plenty about the G-spot, but I never knew where mine was until that little silver bead in his cock stroked me at just the right angle. Everything between my legs billowed up in a hot, tense mess. He ripped my head up by the hair in his fist, just in time to scream.
“Holy. Fucking. Christ!”