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February 7 - February 8, 2025
“And whose pretty pussy is going to be filled with my cum?” he groans, the twitch of his cock igniting something deep inside me.
“You’re not done, beautiful. Come get in my lap and ride me,” He demands, his voice low and commanding.
“Just like that, Angel,”
“Now keep rocking those hips—
“Answer it,” He whispers. “And talk to her while you’re riding my cock.”
“Keep going,” Roman whispers, guiding my hips as he moves his mouth to the other breast, his hand massaging the one he’d bitten.
“Did you mean what you said?” He questions between kisses. “Do you feel like you should have been here with me all along?”
Roman pulls me into his arms, a sense of peace washing over me. In his embrace, I feel a rare safety, as if this is where I’ve always belonged
I rummage through his drawer, finding one of his larger tees, the fabric soft and comforting against my skin as I slip it on. The familiar scent of him clings to the cotton, a mix of sandalwood and something darker that sends a shiver down my spine.
new toothbrush resting on the counter, along with a bottle of face wash that I know costs more than two of my paychecks combined.
Don’t rush. You had a long night. —R
"Morning, Angel," He says with a warm smile, turning to face me.
"That’s you?" I ask, tracing the image of the young boy in the photo with my finger. "Surprised I was so cute?" He teases, placing the frame down on the counter.
"It's why I chose to believe there was a Heaven to begin with and swore my life to find a way to meet her there one day."
"And how are you feeling, by the way?" He asks, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips,
"You’ll have to get used to that feeling if you want to keep ‘dating’ me,"
"You’re a blessing, something I never expected but can’t bring myself to let go of. But even blessings come with their challenges. My commitment to God doesn’t change, but that doesn’t mean you’re any less important to me."
Grasping her chin, she pretends to ponder the thought. “Yes, I think that’s exactly what I’m asking,” she smiles. “You’re fucking delusional—” “Who’s delusional?” His deep voice cuts through the noise, making my heart skip a beat.
Looking up, I see Roman lingering at the register, his hair tucked away under a black baseball cap. He’s wearing a large bomber jacket, clearly trying to stay concealed, avoiding prying eyes.
“Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes,” He whispers, leaning over the counter, his lips barely brushing against my cheek. “I’m done waiting to fuck that pretty pussy.”
"Look how easily you came crawling to me, pretty girl,"
"Do you want me to pin you against this bathroom wall and fuck you?"
"Trying to get me to cum in your mouth?" He questions next to my ear, nipping at its top.
"You like that pain, don't you?" He questions, reading me like a book.
"Beg for my cum, Eden,"
"Beg for me to fucking cum-
"Only if you cum on my cock first," He whispers.
“Fuck, Roman,” I hiss, letting out a gasping, silent moan. “I fucking love this,” I admit, feeling my climax surge. “I fucking love you—
"It’s what made me finish," He interrupts, the confession hanging between us heavy with meaning. His cheeks flush, and there’s a flicker of something in his eyes—something he’s afraid to admit, even to himself. "I was close, but when you said that, it did something to me," He confesses, his voice barely above a whisper. "Did you mean it?" His eyes search mine, almost pleading for an answer.
"Probably like I just told you I love you, then looked like I was too scared to accept it."
"Get your fucking hands away from her,"
“I can’t think clearly when it comes to you, Eden,” He breathes into my ear.
“Fuck me like you love me, Roman.”
"So fucking wet for me, pretty girl," He praises, pulling his fingers out of me, taking his time licking my slickness from their tips.
"Tell me how bad you want to feel my cock, Eden.”
"Fuck, I love this," He groans, thrusting harder. "I love seeing you take me in like a good fucking girl," He whispers, using his hand to hold my hip in place.
"I love the way your blood looks on my cock," He whispers, slowing down his pace. "I want to be the only one to make you bleed, Eden."
"You ready, baby?" He questions, holding me still. "How bad do you want it?" He taunts, keeping me at a tipping point.
Tasting a mix of blood and water, he kisses me as hard as he can, holding me until the water has washed away all of our sins.
"Fuck them," Roman smiles. "Today is a day to unwind. So what if a few people stare," Grabbing my wrists, he raises them to his mouth, gently kissing the skin. "I think you look kind of badass."
"Hopefully to feel you tugging my hair while moaning my name," Roman whispers, my cheeks immediately heating.
"Extra encouragement, Angel. Now let it fly."
“Now, get on your knees for me.”
“You were jealous. Jealous of their gaze, of their curiosity about what’s in my pants. So why don’t you show me just how much you value what you’ve been given?” His voice grows low, a hint of arousal unmistakable in his tone.
a smirk playing on his lips. “Why don’t you come up here and let me taste those pretty lips?”
“Just for me?” He asks, a note of possessiveness in his voice.
"Is this what you wanted, pretty girl?"
"You wanted to feel my cock buried inside of you, reminding your pussy who it belongs to?"
"You think I'm not rewarding you after all of that, Angel?" He asks. "Sit down and let me take a few pictures with my girl."
Sitting on his lap, he throws a few dollar bills in the machine, clicking the ‘take photo now’ button. Kissing my neck up and down, the camera flashes. "I love you, Eden," He whispers, causing me to look him in the eyes. Staring at him, another flash goes off. "I love you too, Roman," I whisper. "So do one thing for me. Don't leave me."
