𝐄𝐠𝐲𝐩𝐭

𝟏𝟐

𝐋𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐚 "𝐄𝐠𝐲𝐩𝐭" 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚

I watched him shudder beneath me as I pleased him with my mouth.

Seeing his lightly bruised face from our tussle earlier has made me aroused with sympathy, desire, and anticipation. Just wondering how he's going to handle me has my thighs rubbing together while I'm gagging on his enlarged length.

"Fuck, Egypt, just like that." He moans, grabbing both sides of my face, and thrusting his hips up.

I mentally smile at his reaction, bringing my hands down my body to my aching honeypot, pleasuring myself as I satisfy him.

He notices my fingers swirling beneath me and pulls my head back from his length, a mix of my spit and his precum dripping from my lips down my chin.

"Move your hands." He demands, his tip meeting me at eye level.

Part of me wants to push his buttons even more, so I take what's dripping from my lip and entangle it with my arousal, giving my sensitive bud satisfaction.

Roman growls under his breath, at the same moment sitting up and grabbing me by the neck.

My bottom lip finds itself between my teeth, loving the enticing feeling of him tossing me around like his favorite ragdoll with lust in his eyes.

His lips smash onto mine, the soft pink pillows dancing with my glossed brown ones. His tongue seemingly finds its way to tangle with mine, erotic moans escaping from both of our mouths.

I grab both of his forearms as his other hand holds onto my face, the both of us trying to get as close as possible to one another, even though it's deemed impossible, there being no distance between us.

He pulls back from my face, our lips dangerously close to one another as he looks into my eyes, searching for something within me. My foxy eyes look up at him, certain feelings brewing from my brown irises.

He picks himself up while dropping his pants in a swift motion, eyeing me as I'm still on my knees. His bottom lip finds its way between his teeth while he looks at the position I'm in, infatuated with the submissiveness coming from me.

"Strip." He orders, his fully naked body gawking at me as I stay still, frozen with arousal and excitement.

He lifts a perfectly arched eyebrow at me and turns on his feet, walking into my bathroom, his plump ass waving me goodbye as he strides.

I scramble to my feet quickly, ripping off my tank top and following his lead, a trail of clothes following our footsteps to the entrance of the bathroom.

The dimly lit space does nothing but add to the pressure building up in my pelvis, butterflies erupting in my stomach. The tall, broad, handsome figure does nothing to dissipate that, his body glowing from the small yellow lights throughout the room.