MONICA.
Roman's walls are slowly starting to crumble. He turns his gaze towards mine, his jaw set as he fights himself and his own enjoyment.
"Monica," he says, in a low voice laced with warning and restraint. "You're making this very hard.”
I can't help but giggle. "I can see that. I can feel that. I'm holding the evidence right now and I want it inside me.”
His hands clench, and seeing the veins standing out from his skin brings a rush of heat between my legs. His cock swells even bigger, and I lick my lips. God, he's so fucking big, and feeling his warm length just makes me think about all the times he slipped it inside me.
I just can't get enough.
I'm not the kind of woman who initiates like this, especially not with him. I've grown to love how he takes control, how he pushes me to my limits and takes me places no other lover has taken me.
This time, however, it's just fun to be the one torturing him for a change. It's thrilling to know that I have him pay for agreeing to be separ
