The Billionaire’s Pretend Fiancée

Chapter 100 Overdue hardcore sex

Sofie

My gown was the first thing Roman yanked off my body, as he set me against the wall of the master bedroom.

“You have no idea how crazy I am right now. I just want to rip your clothes into shreds, and so all sorts of things to you.” He gritted out, against my ear before nipping at my ear lobe.

“Then do it. I’ve also been waiting for this moment forever.” I moaned, sliding his shirt off him.

My hand came around his back, as he ripped my panties off before proceeding to do the same to my bra.

I gasped in sensual ecstasy as he fondled with my boobs with one hand, and attached his lips to the other while his second hand firmly held me against the wall.

I splayed my hands on his muscled abdominal muscles, and grinned in sex-addled craze as I darted him a lascivious stare.

“As hard as a washboard.” I muttered, and he chuckled.

Just like I expected, the dark, rich timbre of his chuckle only made my pussy wetter.

I was totally caught off guard when he suddenly circled two of his fingers around the entrance of my dripping pussy.

“So fucking wet for me. You even got tighter, fuck.” He muttered against my nipple, and I whimpered as I mercilessly grinded my wet cavern on his fingers.

He was merely fucking me with two of his fingers, yet I could feel an incoming climax budding within me.

My pussy throbbed with salacious deliciousness as his thumb brushed my sensitive clit.

“Fuck, I’m coming, Roman.” I barely managed to get the words out before a racy orgasm coursed through me.

The orgasm was so powerful that it left me breathless and in a daze.

Roman sensually sucking on my tit, as his fingers continued plowing my wet core yanked me back to my torrid reality.

I moaned, discontent when he suddenly released my nipple, and gazed at me, with erotic desire glinting his sexy grey eyes.

“You came so quick, cara mia.” He said.

“Yeah. I told you I’ve been waiting for this moment since forever.” I gritted out, as I grinded on the erect mound on his crotch, without breaking my stare from him.

“This won’t do.” He muttered, and before I had the chance to question his utterance, I was hoisted from against the wall, onto a bed.

I watched, as my pussy burned with the fire of unquenched arousal, as Roman’s sweat-glazed triceps flexed when he unbuckled his pants.

He darted me a smirk, as he stepped out of both his pants and boxers.

“You see something you like.” He teased, sliding in between my thighs on the bed.

“Yes. You.” I replied, unabashedly fixating my stare on his huge, hard cock.

He just chuckled again, before raising my legs and placing both of my feet directly against his pecs.

“This is the best position for both you and our baby. I don’t want you to strain your back.” He explained, placing tender kisses on each of my feet.

“I thought you had suddenly discovered your suppressed foot fetish.” I teased.

“Maybe I did.” He replied, pressing a kiss to the arch of my left foot.

Before I could reply, he had slid three fingers into my puckered pussy, and the sudden yet amatory intrusion caused me to choke out a gasp.

I dug my fingers into the pillow as he slowly thrusted his skillful digits inside me.

“I-I want more.” I whimpered, as his finger continually brushed my clit.

“More what?” He prodded, kissing my shin.

“M-more of you.” I moaned, feeling the familiar electrifying feeling of another impending orgasm course through me.

He just smirked, withdrew his fingers, and swiftly replaced it with his dick.

I moaned, in sexual delectation, as my pussy got stretched to it’s maximum width by his monster cock.

But I wasn’t complaining though, I was overjoyed to finally have my pussy ponded by him, after a long time.

“We don’t need condoms, do we?” He asked, beginning his first series of deep, slow thrusts.

I pursed my lips into a thin line, and nodded as his thrusts reached the one place I’ve been aching to be touched for the last couple of weeks, the one place my fingers couldn’t reach no matter how hard I tried.

My erogenous zone, that is, my G-spot.

“Right there. Please continue like that.” I cried, as I shook due to excessive sexual stimulation.

“Like this?” He asked, hammering harder and deeper into me.

“Fuck, Roman.” I choked out, tears of pleasure rolling down my cheeks.

I had missed this much more than I initially thought.

“You like that?” He gritted out, staring into my eyes as he stroked my clit.

“I-I love it more than I can describe.” I confessed.

“I’m glad, doll.” He muttered, fastening the pace of his thrusts.

The intensity of his ruthless yet electrifying thrusts sent my arousal-clouded mind into overdrive.

I wanted to grip something other than the pillow. At that moment, I desperately wished to run my hands over Roman’s washboard abs as he pummeled into me.

Eventually, I settled on hooking my arms around my raised legs and burying my face into the crevice of my joined legs.

Roman’s lustful gaze never left my eyes for a second, as he pounded me but that only added to the electrifying thrill of being fucked so hard and good by him.

He pounded me with such great fervor, as if that’d be the last opportunity he’d ever get to fuck me.

Series of hardcore thrusts later, Roman and I came together for the first time.

He dumped his seeds inside me while I squirted my cum on the bed.

Pants and grunts filled the room, as we both climbed down from our respective peaks of sexual gratification.

We both basked in an euphoric, post orgasm bliss for a quiet moment before Roman pulled out of me, and spooned me from behind.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“You were amazing as always.” He whispered, and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“The same goes for you.” I panted.

“I want you to become mine very soon.” Roman said, tracing light kisses down the crook of my shoulder.

“I’m already yours, babe. I will always be yours.” I answered.

“I know, amore mio. I mean I want to put a ring on you, so you can legally become mine.” He said.

An undescribable emotion flooded my insides, as I stiffened momentarily.

I wasn’t ready for marriage yet.

“But we have agreed to take it slow. I will wait until you’re ready before I pop the question. I don’t want to overwhelm you right now, or make you think I’m getting married to you because of our baby.” He said, as if reading my thoughts.

I heaved a sigh of relief. “Yeah, that’s fine by me. Let’s take it slow.”

In response, he pressed a feathery kiss behind my ear. “Te amo, cuore mio.”

“I love you too, Roman.” I said.

“I see you picked up some Italian in my absence.” He uttered, and I smiled.

“Did I tell you that recently, I started minoring in linguistics?”

“No. You didn’t.”

“I guess I forgot then. I’ve decided to learn some Italian because I find the language sexy. Or maybe I just love the way you speak it.” I uttered, cheeks reddening bashfully.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, but don’t let it get into your head.” I fondly scoffed.

“You always manage to find various ways to surprise me, tesoro.”

“What can I say? I guess I’m an enigma.”

“I can agree with that. You are my sexy enigma.” He said.

I huffed in response, as a yawn escaped my mouth.

“Let’s go to sleep, baby. We had quite a long day.” Roman said, spooning me tighter to himself.

I just hummed, before surrendering to the overpowering force of sleep.