Roman Eliot

Twenty-six

Roman Eliot

She tasted better than he imagined.

He had to lick her pussy first. He’d been dreaming about it since he had found her on the subway. And while his tongue was in between her folds, he could feel Nora shivering beneath him. When he thought he had tasted her enough (there would never be enough) he took his head out from in between her legs then stuck a finger inside her.

“Oh Nora,” he said, “Princess, I like how wet you feel for me. You’re dripping.” He rubbed in between her folds and he could feel her shivering underneath him. He took his finger out, and he licked the white cum off of his fingers.

He had to admit when Nora had told him that she had had other boyfriends before him. But it didn’t matter. When he fucked her, he would make sure that she forgot all about anyone else. Roman trailed kisses down her stomach, then held onto her hands tightly. “I’m going to fuck you now, Nora. I’m going to make it so that you