Hired Love
Chapter 29

Stacy was hot all over.

She watched the man above her slowly take off his shirt, though he kept his eyes firmly on her. He stood to take off his jeans, and then his briefs. The first thing she noticed was that he was as hard as a rock. It looked painful but when she looked at his face, something told her the expression on his face wasn't one of pain. He was a lot on the big side too and then her next thought was that she would be in pain if he put that thing inside her.

But oh, he was beautiful. He stood proudly, jutting out with so much confidence that intimidated her. When he stalked towards her with that menacing look in his eyes, she swallowed in expectation.

"Let me taste you." Her eyes darted up to his. "Just like you did me."

He shook his head, climbing the bed. "If you put your tongue anywhere near me, baby, this is going to be a very short experience and I'm going to cum all over your face."

She did want him to cum all over her face, but she also didn't want it to be short, so she stayed put, mentally making a note to suck his dick soon. He straddled her again, wrapping her legs around his waist. A finger brushed up and down her slit, and she moaned.

"You're already so fucking wet, baby." Roman groaned.

She felt the tip of his cock pushing at her entrance and her eyes drifted shut of their own accord.

"No. Open your eyes, Stacy." He grunted, pushing his waist forward. "I want you to see who's fucking you. Look at me."

The feel of him stretching her pussy overwhelmed her and she moaned.

"I said open your fucking eyes, Stacy."

Her eyes snapped open at the command in his tone and it probably shouldn't have turned her on, but it made her clit tingle in excitement. She'd always loved a man who knew how to take charge and Roman was a beast at the moment. Then he pushed his way in completely with a groan, pausing. Stacy could've sworn she saw stars. She felt her pussy tighten around him, felt her walls close around his cock. He was bigger than she expected. The pain she felt was nothing more than a sharp tinge.

His face was scrunched up, like it was taking all his strength to keep from cumming. She pulled at his waist, signaling him to move. He leaned down to kiss her lips first, before his waist started a sweet rhythm that almost sent her flying. She didn't care how loudly she was moaning or how tightly her hands were gripping he sheets. She only cared about the pleasurable discomfort building in her lower abdomen.

He slammed into her again and she cried out, "Roman, Oh God, Roman."

Sweat made his body glisten and his hair damp with sweat. He growled, sliding a hand under her knee and hooking her leg over his arm so that she was fully open to him.

Roman groaned with each thrust, his gaze never moving from hers. Stacy planted one hand on his ass, her nails digging into the soft flesh. The other hand gripped his arm tightly, as she moaned in pleasure.

"It feels so good," She cried out, knowing with each thrust that she was nearing the edge.

"You feel so good," He whispered to her, covering her lips with his own. His hot tongue drove her wild as he suckled and licked and nibbled on her lips.

The tension in her abdomen tightened into further and Stacy knew she couldn't hold it in any longer. This was better than anything she'd ever felt. It wasn't enough, she realized hopelessly. She'd suspected as much and now there was no denying it once wasn't enough. She'd hoped to get him out of her system and get her libido to focus on something else other than Roman but now all she could think about was how good this felt and how she wanted to feel it over and over again.

Suddenly, he gave a very hard thrust that stung but it was all the push she needed. Her eyes snapped shut and her toes curled as the tension in her belly squeezed at her and exploded. Stacy screamed so loud her voice cracked as the violent wave swept her away with a ferocity that scared her. She rode it as best as she could without driving herself insane.

Above her, she heard a low roar from Roman, felt his arm holding her legs contract painfully. He spilled his hot seed inside her, groaning as his hips twitched.

Stacy stared up at him. In all honesty, he looked high. His eyes drifted shut and opened again, and again. She'd loved before. In fact, she prided herself on being the biggest romantic in the whole universe. Her stupid heart didn't know the meaning of the word 'subtle.' Stacy couldn't count how many times she'd fallen for a man. It felt like a chore already. But this, what she felt as she stared up at his face, the emotions that traitorously ran through her body as she saw his smile was nothing she'd ever felt before.

She loved this man. The reason was unknown, but somehow he'd warmed his way into her heart and now he'd refused to leave. She was doomed.

Her body felt like sandpaper; she couldn't move. She didn't feel like talking either. What was she to say? Thank you for the fuck, I hope it happens again? Her eyes tightened. God, what had she gotten herself into? She shouldn't have been surprised. Grace never had any good ideas. She still hadn't figured out why she'd agreed to this. It had to be the king of ironies; she'd hired a man to help make her ex-boyfriend jealous and then she'd went and fallen for him. Fate must be having a field day.