Let’s Do It Quickly

Let’s Do It Quickly
Chapter 283: Let's Do It Quickly 

Savannah 

Roman’s chuckle was low, cruel. “We can’t.” He said, mimicking my words from earlier. His hand slid down, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist before gripping my thigh, hiking it up around his hip. 

The position spread me open, my pussy bare and slick, the heat of my core pressing against his thigh. “Wounds are still fresh, my love. My head hurts. My chest hurts.” He casually admitted. His fingers teased my entrance, not pushing in, just tracing the damp folds, making me squirm. “But I can still make you come, can’t I?”

Before I could answer, he spun me around, pressing my front against the cold tile. 

I gasped, the sudden chill making my nipples pebble even harder. Roman’s body covered mine from behind, his chest pressing against my back, his cock nestled between my ass cheeks, thick and long. 

His hands slid around me, one gripping my throat, the other cupping my breast, his fingers squeezing, his thumb rolling my nipple between his fingers. 

I whimpered, my head falling back against his shoulder, my hips grinding back against him instinctively.

“I love seeing you lose control like this,” Roman growled, his lips against my ear. “And dripping for me.” His hand slid down, his fingers parting my folds, finding my clit. 

He circled it, his touch firm and familiar. 

My breath hitched, my body jerking against his. “Roman—fuck—” My voice was a broken whisper, my nails scraping against the tile. 

He pinched my clit, hard, and I cried out, my back arching, my ass pressing back against his cock. Roman groaned, his hips rocking forward, the head of his dick dragging through my wetness, coating himself in my arousal.

“You’re mine,” he snarled, his teeth sinking into the curve of my shoulder. 

I sobbed, my body trembling, my pussy clenching around nothing. His fingers worked me faster, his thumb pressing down on my clit as he rolled it, his other hand still gripping my breast, squeezing until I whimpered. 

“Say it.” He commanded. 

“I’m yours,” I gasped, my voice breaking. “Only yours—”

Roman’s growl vibrated against my skin. “Damn right.” His fingers moved faster, his cock throbbing against my ass, the need to bury himself inside me was clearly unbearable. 

But he couldn’t—not yet. 

Instead, he watched my breasts sway with every ragged breath, the heavy weight of them jiggling as his hand mauled me, his fingers leaving red marks on my skin. 

My moans filled the shower, my body tightening, my thighs trembling as my orgasm built.

“Come for me,” Roman demanded, his voice a strong command. 

He twisted my nipple hard, and I screamed, my back bowing as my pussy pulsed, my release crashing over me. 

Roman didn’t stop, his fingers working me through it, drawing out every last shudder, every gasp. Only when I sagged against the tile, my body spent, did he finally pull his hand away, his cock aching, his balls heavy and full.

He turned me back to face him, his mouth crashing onto mine again, his tongue plundering my mouth as if he could taste my orgasm on my lips. 

I melted against him, my body pliant, my hands sliding up to tangle in his hair. 

Roman groaned into the kiss, his cock trapped between us, throbbing, desperate for release. But he wouldn’t take it—not like this. Not when his wounds still burned. 

Instead, he broke the kiss. His breath ragged, his dark eyes burning into mine as he forced me to my knees. 

Dropping to my knees in front of him, I looked up, meeting his gaze as I stroked him, my grip tight, my thumb swirling over the sensitive underside of his cockhead. His abs flexed, his breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts as I leaned in, my tongue flicking out to taste the salty tip.

“Fuck—” His hand flew to my hair again, fingers tangling, gripping, but I didn’t let him guide me. Not yet.

I grinned, my nails scraping lightly over his sac before I squeezed just enough to make him hiss. “This time around, I'm in charge.”

Then I took him deep.

No warning. No buildup. Just my mouth sinking down around his cock, my lips stretching around his girth, my throat opening as I took him to the root. 

Roman grunted, a guttural sound that echoed off the tiles, his fingers tightening in my hair, his hips jerking forward instinctively. 

I hollowed my cheeks, my tongue pressing flat against the underside of his shaft as I pulled back, my lips dragging tightly over the ridged head before I swallowed him again, my nose pressing against the base of his cock.

“Fuck—fuck, just like that—” His voice was rough, his breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps as my head bobbed, my hand working the base of his cock in tight, twisting strokes. 

I could feel him swelling in my mouth, his pulse hammering against my tongue. I pulled back with a wet pop, my lips swollen, my chin glistening. “You like that?” I looked up, my hand still stroking him, my thumb pressing against the sensitive spot just beneath his crown. 

Roman’s answer was a growl, his hand fisting in my hair, yanking me forward as his cock hit the back of my throat. 

I gagged, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, but I didn’t pull away, didn’t fight it. I took it, my nails digging into his thighs as he fucked my mouth in short, sharp thrusts. 

“That’s it,” he groaned, his voice rough, his hips snapping forward. “Take it. Take every fucking inch.”

I moaned around him, the vibration making his cock jerk, his balls drawing up tight. I could taste him getting closer, his thighs trembling beneath my hands. 

I pulled back just enough to breathe, my lips dragging over his shaft, my tongue swirling around the head before I took him deep again, my throat opening for him, my fingers digging into his toned ass, urging him on.

“Gonna come,” he warned, his voice a rasp, his grip in my hair bordering on painful. “Gonna fill that pretty mouth—”

I hummed in encouragement, my free hand sliding up to cup his balls, massaging them gently as I hollowed my cheeks, my lips sealed tight around the base of his cock. 

I wanted it. Wanted to feel him lose it, wanted to taste him, wanted to swallow every last drop of the rage he carried. 

Roman’s breath hitched, his body going rigid, his cock swelling impossibly larger in my mouth. 

Then he was coming, his hips stuttering, his release hitting the back of my throat in thick, hot spurts. I swallowed around him, my throat working, my lips sealed tight as I took everything he gave me, my eyes watering, my nose pressed against his skin.

He groaned, low and rough, his body shuddering as the last of his orgasm wrung out of him. His grip in my hair loosened, his fingers trembling as he pulled me back, his cock slipping from my lips with a wet sound. 

I licked my lips, swallowing the last of him, my breath coming in short, uneven gasps as I looked up at him.

Roman’s chest was heaving, his skin slick with sweat, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded as he stared down at me. He reached for me, his hand cupping my jaw, his thumb brushing over my swollen lower lip. “Fuck,” he breathed, his voice rough, his forehead pressing against mine as he bent down, his other hand bracing against the wall. “Fuck, Savannah.”

I leaned into his touch, my hands sliding up his thighs, my nails scraping lightly over his skin. “Feel better?”

He huffed a laugh, his lips brushing against mine, his cock twitching as it lay heavy against his thigh. “Definitely.”

I bit my lip. “We can go another—” 

He cut me off. “Let's get married, Sav. Let's do it quickly. I'm dying to call you my wife.” 

And all of a sudden, I forget how to speak.