feel empty

Tiana POV

Roman crossed the room slowly.

It was the kind of walk of a man who had already decided how this night ended and wasn't bothered about taking his time getting there.

He stopped in front of me, his eyes glued to that glistening organ and my fingers still moving slowly against the folds.

Slowly, he lowered himself to his knees and the sight of him there —kneeling between my thighs made my breath stutter.

His eyes dragged up my body as if memorising every inch, the desire in his eyes unconcealed.

“ What a beauty.” He groaned, his hands running down my exposed thighs.

His touch was barely anything and yet my thigh trembled under it.

"Look at you Tiana," His voice dropped lower, wrapping around me like a physical touch.

"You are already trembling and I've barely touched you." He mused.

"Roman…" the name slipped past my lips, strained and needy.

"Shh." His hands slid slowly up my thighs, spreading them wider.

The cool air hit my exposed core, making me gasp.

"Let me look at what my brother has been ignoring." He murmured, a predatory smile gracing his lips.

That should have been my wake up call to pull away, to push him away and walk away but I didn't.

Instead, anticipation crawled through me, making my stomach clench and pussy throb.

If my husband was buried deep insíde another woman, I wasn't going to play the good wife anymore. I was going to chase my own orgasm even if that meant using his brother to get the work done.

Roman was right, what did being a good obedient little wife help me?

So now, I was going to chase my happiness and my happiness right now meant an orgasm that left me shaking and out of breath.

Heat pooled hot in my belly from the scorching gaze Roman was giving me.

He was looking at me like I was something worth seeing…something worth wanting.

After two years of being treated like I didn't exist by the very man who married me, Roman's gaze felt like oxygen after drowning for long.

"Do you know how many times I have envisioned this moment?” Roman continued, his breath warm against my inner thigh and mouth dangerously close where I wanted it.

" You spread like this, pussy dripping, lips parted with need and eyes begging me. Begging me to take you to places no man has ever and will ever take you.”

I swallowed at that.

Roman’s lips brushed against my inner thigh and my hips rolled forward involuntarily.

“I pictured my fingers on your drenched pussy,” he continued, removing my hand from my mound and taking it straight to his mouth.

I watches through lidded eyes as he licked off the juices off my fingers, the sight erotic and sending waves straight to my already throbbing cunt.

“ Mmh fucking delicious!” He groaned.

Roman's mouth moved back to my thighs, his breath fanning directly where I needed him.

Every muscle in my body pulled tight as I gripped the cushions, knuckles white and thighs trying to close around him instinctively.

However, his hands held them firmly apart, leaving me open and exposed.

Then his mouth found me and every logical thought I had in my mind disappeared.

A sharp cry tore from my throat, my hand flying to his hair and gripping hard.

His tongue moved in slow deliberate strokes that told me he had absolutely nowhere else to be and nothing more important to do than this.

My hips rolled shamelessly against his mouth.

"That's it." He murmured against me, the vibration of his voice sending a shudder through my entire body. "Show me how starved you are. Show me how desperate this pussy is."

He was right.

I was desperate.

I was starved in ways I hadn't let myself admit until this moment, until Roman's mouth made denial impossible.

Two years of lying beside a man who looked through me every night, who treated me like a buddy and not a wife had taken something from me.

Roman didn't let me think about that looser for long as his fingers joined his mouth, one thick digit sliding inside slowly.

My walls clenched immediately, desperate for more.

"You are so fucking tight." He said it as if making an observation.

“ My useless brother really never touched you did he?"

It wasn't a question. He knew the answer to that.

Genova and I got stuck into a marriage neither of us wanted. But that was a story for another day. Now, I needed to chase that orgasm.

Roman curled his finger and my back arched completely off the cushion, a broken moan ripping from my mouth.

He added another finger and the stretch made me sob.

"Roman.. oh God…" I cried.

"I've got you." He assured me.

“Relax and let me have you. Let me take care of you."

Roman's mouth and fingers worked together, making my thighs shake uncontrollably. The pleasure built fast and merciless, building higher with every stroke.

Two fucking years of starvation were collapsing violently into this single reckless moment.

“ Roman…” The name slipped from my lips, unrestrained.

“ Yes, that's it. Call my name as I fucking eat this pussy.” He growled against my sensitive skin, sending tremors straight to my brain.

My fingers tightened in his hair and my moans turned shameless, filling the quiet apartment and echoing through the walls that had never heard this from me before.

“ Fuck!” I cursed as the pleasure overwhelmed me.

“ I will fuck you Tiana, but not until you are begging me to.”

There was something dark about that promise, something that made a fresh wave of arousal to gush out of my pussy.

“ Look at this pussy, so desperate and so weeping. Does my brother know that his innocent wife is being a good slut for me?”

The degrading words didn't turn me on, if anything, they made my stomach clench and pussy throb harder.

“ Roman please… I want to pee!” I screamed, something devastatingly destructive building inside me.

Roman chuckled before pulling away, his fingers withdrawn making me feel empty.

I groaned in protest.

“ If I let you cum so fast, what's the fun in that?”