The Perfect Stroke(165)

Her finger nails drag down my chest, stopping at my tie, and she quickly undoes it with just a few easy moves. I’d be impressed if my eyes weren’t glued to the way her hips are moving as if she’s sliding back and forth on my cock. She leans down and, as she unbuttons my shirt, her tongue licks a path down my chest. My hands bite into the armrest of the chair I’m in to keep from touching her. It’s a wonder I don’t break off the damn thing.

“I thought you didn’t do private dances,” I grumble, my voice hoarse.

Ana stops and looks at me, her eyes full of desire. Against my will, my hand goes to my cock, which is rock hard, and I grab it, squeezing it tight to try and hold the fucker back from coming in my damn pants. Not again. Not…

All thought stops when Ana unhooks her bra and throws it to the floor. Next, she slides down the barely-there scrap of lace that had covered her pussy. The lips of that juicy cunt are plump and covered in her desire, slick and wet to the eye, and I breathe in the scent of her arousal. What man could resist that? Especially when they know firsthand how fucking good it is.

“I’ll let you in on a secret, Roman,” she says, sinking to her knees between my legs. I don’t stop her when she starts undoing my belt. If anything, I widen my legs. She wants fucked? I can fuck her. Doesn’t mean I won’t send her on her way when it’s done.

“What’s that?” I ask, closing my eyes as she lowers the zipper and snakes her hand inside to wrap it around my dick.

“I didn’t come here to dance for you,” she whispers before sliding my cock in her mouth and devouring it.

Against my will, my hand tangles in her hair as I watch inch by inch of my shaft disappear in that sweet haven. She doesn’t stop, sliding down on my dick and letting it stretch her mouth. She takes me all the way to the back of her throat, only stopping when her nose is pushed up against the small nest of curls on my body. I feel the small puffs of air hit my skin as she breathes. She starts to pull off my dick, and I selfishly tighten my hold on her hair, not letting her, needing to savor this moment. Finally, I’m the one who pulls her off of my dick. My fingers so tangled in her hair, I know it’s hurting her, but she doesn’t fight. I drag her face up to mine, admiring the way her lips shine with a combination of her saliva and my pre-cum. They’re puffy from the rough way I moved her head on my dick. Beautiful.

“You want fucked, Ana? I’ll fuck you. It’s not going to change anything,” I warn her, or maybe myself. “You need a dick, I’ll give it to you.” I growl again before taking her mouth with my own.





I take Roman’s kiss, and it’s a punishing kiss. It’s a kiss full of anger, betrayal, and desire. I take it, even as his words wound me. His tongue pushes into my mouth, hard and unforgiving. I let him conquer my mouth, drinking in his taste. If all I get is this one night, then I’m going to take it and hopefully live on it the rest of my life.

When we break apart, we’re both breathing hard. He holds me prisoner by the way he has my hair. He roughly turns me so my back is to him, lifting me up on his lap so I’m forced to straddle his legs. His grip on my hair lets go, but only to be replaced by an equally punishing grip on my hip as he holds me suspended in the air.

“Is this what you want, Ana? Did you come here like a dog in heat needing my cock?” he growls, his words wounding me while at the same time sending my desire up another notch. There’s nothing I can say to him that will reach him. I understand that now. So be it. If this is the end of whatever we were to each other, there’s nothing I can do. So I give him the only words he wants from me.

“Fuck me, Roman,” I tell him.

He doesn’t answer, not with words. He growls out at me. His voice raw and untamed like a wounded animal and I can hear what he thinks I don’t. I hear the hurt and anger mixed in it. It’s not my imagination; it permeates the air around us. I did that. I betrayed Roman. I swallow down the wave of sadness inside of me and concentrate on the here and now. He thrusts me down on his cock, slamming into me with so much force that it feels like he might tear me apart. Fear hits me for a moment. I want him, but I can’t let him… I grab his hand from my hip and pull it up my side and to my breast. I knead my breast with it while rotating my hips and grinding my pussy against his dick. Soon, his other hand joins in and he’s holding both of my breasts while I ride him. I’m tightening the muscles of my pussy against his shaft, moving up and down on him and riding him in a way I know will bring him the most pleasure—in the way he taught me to ride him.