Chapter Four

Chapter Four

I froze. I had no idea what to do or how to react. It was Roman, he was here! He was actually here. Oh my god, oh my god! When I didn't answer the door quick enough, he knocked again. Snapping out of the trance I seemed to be in, I rushed over to the front door and pulled it open... and there he was.

Looking.. unbelievably attractive. He had clearly changed clothes after work. He wasn't in his usual business suit and tie, instead, he was dressed in some dark coloured jeans, with a white t-shirt that clung to his body. He wasn't wearing a jacket so his heavily tattooed arms were on full show. Wow.

I bit my lip, giving him a once over as if like an automatic reaction. It didn't go unnoticed, he chuckled and I looked away, embarrassed. That seemed to be a running theme between us these days. Him turning up and me becoming instantly embarrassed and shy.

When neither of us spoke for a minute or two, he folded his arms and leaned against the door frame.

'Do you... want to come in?' I asked, stepping aside. He nodded and came inside. Ok.. this is awkward. I closed the door and turned to look at him, it wasn't until then that I realised how close he was to me.

'Remember your manners around me'. I nodded quickly, not exactly sure what he meant by that, but nodding and agreeing seemed like the right response. He smiled, approvingly. He walked into the living room and sat down. I followed him, but stood by the doorway, looking in.

'I'll be honest, I wasn't sure you were actually serious about coming over here tonight'. I told him. He just looked at me, with the most serious look on his face. It made me shift on my feet uncomfortably. God, this was so much pressure and nothing had even happened... yet.

'I never joke when it comes to f*cking, You'll learn that'. CHRIST! 'Come here'. When I didn't move from my spot, he stood up and came to me instead. I backed away as much as I could, but there was a wall blocking my escape, and soon enough, he had me pinned against it.

I looked up at him as he towered over me. He was close enough that I could smell his aftershave. Brut.. a typical older guy scent.. And I LOVED it! Just from having him standing so close, I could already feel myself growing w*t between my legs. Shifting uncomfortably, he took another step closer so that the front of his body now pressed against mine.

'Bend over the sofa'. He ordered before stepping away from me again. I just stared at him, blinking a few times. 'Bend. Over. The. Sofa!'. He sounded more forceful this time. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I walked the few steps over to the sofa and bent down over her, Forcing my b*tt up in the air.

I was so bloody nervous, I had no idea what was going on! Why did he want me to do this? Before I could ask, He came and stood behind me, pressing his covered cr*tch against my a*s. His hands gripped a hold of my hip and he started lightly gr*nding against me, groaning out. I felt my face heat up as my breathing hitched and I eagerly waited to see what he was going to do next...

I didn't have to wait long.

'Sp*ead your legs'. I did as he asked. 'Hmm, Good girl. See, you can do as you're told'. It was kind of like a backhanded compliment, but I really didn't care. This was k*nky, and I loved it. He ran his hand down over my a*s before he slapped it. Hard. I jumped and yelped out, then, in one quick movement, He pulled down my trousers and underwear. Placing his hand between my shoulder blade, keeping me down, My a*s was n*ked and exposed at his mercy.

I heard his zipper come down and my hands balled up into fists nervously.

'Now Alex, I'm going to f*ck you. Like this, h*rd, fast... And d*ep'. I whimpered, not sure if I wanted it like that, especially for my first time, 'I'm going to shove my old c*ck d*ep ins*de your young, t*ght p*ssy, understand?'

His words were turning me on more, but when I opened my mouth and started to speak, he cut me off.

'I said understand?!' He sounded so dominant that my whole body went into autopilot and I nodded.

'Y-yes'.

'Yes, what?' He asked again as his fingers slipped between my legs and he ran his fingertips over my cl*t, making the nerves twitch, causing my legs to shake. I couldn't believe this was actually f*cking happening!

'Yes sir'. He groaned again and before I could say or do anything to react to it, He pushed himself into me and sank deeper than I ever thought possible. I went to get up, but he put his hand back between my shoulders and forced me down again. The pressure started to build in my lower stomach as he went deeper, and I started moaning and panting like an animal in heat.

He pulled out of me slowly and then rammed back inside.

'Oh, f*ck!' I screamed, unable to control myself. He was big and had me in a position where it felt like he was going d*eper than I could handle... but in a good way...

He started a steady rhythm, pulling out and then slamming back in so hard that the sofa jolted forward on the wooden floor. His one hand stayed on my hip while the other cupped the back of my neck, keeping me down. I couldn't move, in a way it felt like he was just using my body for his own pleasure and mine didn't matter. I grabbed one of the cushions and bit down on it, silencing my screams of pure and complete bliss.

'I've always wondered what your p*ssy would feel like, wrapped around my c*ck'. He moaned, which in turn, made me moan back.

He picked up his pace and his thr*sts got harder and faster until I couldn't hold on anymore and I cried out as I c*m. I felt myself t*ghten up around him but he didn't finish. Instead, he pulled out of me and turned me around.

'Get on your knees, I want you to s*ck me until I c*m in your mouth'.

'But, I-' He pulled me to him and silenced me with a kiss. A long, deep, passionate kiss and I instantly melted against him. When he pulled his lips away, he was smirking.

'Now, get on your knees'...