Hired Love
Chapter 32

This animalistic chemistry between them was more than frightening; it was exhilarating. A new wave of heat and wetness pulsed through her at his words as she pushed against him, meeting every-shattering, mind-blowing thrust of his cock. She held herself tight, wanting it to last as long as she could withstand. As much as she wanted to cum, it would be horrible if this insane feeling ended too fast.

Roman's husky voice filled her ears with all the despicable things he wanted to do to her, making it increasingly hard to hold on.

"Roman, I'm going to..." She cried. "I can't..."

His pump into her picked up speed, just as the sound of his groan heightened. "Wait for me, baby.” He let out. "Just a little while."

He spanked her again, the hard sting of his palm making her yell. She couldn't think, couldn't talk. Her mind was numb, her body felt everything.

"Baby," Roman breathed into her ear with several thrusts. "Now."

Stacy came like it was what she'd waited all her life to do. Her body jerked ferociously, so vigorously that she thought she would fly right out of her skin. She screamed her release, her cheek glued to the wall. Tiny little stars exploded in her eyes like a big screen and little bursts of pleasure gripped her. Roman gave her a few thrusts before his own growl filled the room. "Fucccccccck," He let out in a deep growl, gripping her waist so tightly it hurt. She felt his seed sprout out into her, felt it dripping down her leg as he pulled out.

Her legs gave way and she collapsed to the ground in a mindless puddle of numbness. At this height, he was towering over her, and she was face to face with his glistening cock. She could see her juices coating his still-hard cock and for some reason, she felt embarrassed.

Roman bent so he was almost face to face with her. "If you wake me up like this every day, I think I might just spend the rest of my life with you, acting be damned."

He shouldn't be saying things like that, she told herself. Especially not when she longed to hear them and all they were to him were just mere words.

"I can't move," She said.

"Here, let me help you up.

He lifted her in his arms, just like he'd done that night. After a brief moment, she realized he was taking her to the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" She asked when he set her down in the tub. Her hands instinctively went to her chest to shield her breasts and she felt vaguely small. Roman stared at her blankly. "You can't be serious."

She didn't respond, only stared back. She knew it was ridiculous; he'd probably already seen her intestines through her vagina with how much she'd been spreading her legs in the past few days. But then she hadn't been able to think coherent thoughts. Then, she hadn't cared about anything else but cumming. Now she was alert and highly embarrassed.

"Stacy. We just had sex. You were gagging on my cock."

"Roman!" Stacy thought she would expire from shame. Her cheeks were aflame. It didn't help that he was naked either with his semi-hard cock jutting out proudly. She looked at it uncertainly. Wasn't it supposed to get soft after he came? "Why is it still hard?"

He stared down at himself before looking to her smugly. "You're an aphrodisiac, baby. My cock has always been appreciative of the better things."

She rolled her eyes then screamed. He'd switched on the faucet and cool water cascaded down her body. "You idiot!"

She heard his laugh before she felt his arms around her. "Don't be a pussy. It's just water."

"Freakishly cold water, you mean."

She wiped water from her face, hitting his arm playfully. She couldn't deny his laugh was contagious and soon she found herself laughing too. It was just easy being with Roman. He got her jokes, and he didn't find her awkward. It didn't been this easy with Matt. They'd only been together for about two months, so she didn't particularly expect him to understand her to the bone, but it seemed like hard work for him to even comprehend the slightest things.

"Will you let me wash you?" He grabbed the soap, rubbing it across her shoulders.

She nodded, though she didn't have to seeing as he hadn't waited for a response. She let him run his big hands on her skin, enjoying the way it felt, how soothing it was. Her eyes instinctively shut close, and Stacy could feel her doubts and worries dissipate with each stroke of his hand.

She could do this every day for the rest of her life, Stacy thought. Wake up next to Roman, have sex, shower together and then go about the day's activities with the thought of coming home to him at night. Maybe even have kids somewhere in between, who knew?

She thought about how she'd arrived here still in love with Matt and how she hadn't thought of him in days. She thought about Claire, the extreme anger and bitterness she'd felt towards her and how it had become nothing more than a dull ache at some point. She didn't think it was something she could ever forget, her sister sleeping with her boyfriend though she would admit that it didn't matter so much now that she was in love with Roman.

There had been nothing special about Matt. All those little things she'd found sexy and special were now bland as she thought about it. It had been her infatuation with him that had painted him in such vibrant colors. She'd thought he was such a man, now all she could think was there was nothing sexy or masculine about a man who didn't know how to be faithful.

At least with Roman, she knew where she stood.