squeeeeezy lemons

he cups your chin, coaxing you to speak, but all that comes out are broken little whines. each slow, deep stroke leaves your eyes rolling back, your sweet body struggling to keep up with the way he moves inside of you.

he wanted you right there with him, feeling every inch instead of getting lost in it. he watched the uncertainty in your pretty eyes slowly turn into arousal as his pelvic bone graze against your clit, his hips rolling forward with steady, deliberate pressure. “hmm… wait, it feels so good. it’s…” you pant, your words breaking apart every time he bottoms out. he looks into your eyes, his pace never faltering as he shoved his fingers in and out of your mouth, muffling your pleas.

his gaze never leaves yours. it’s almost unnerving how calm he looks, especially when he’s literally fucking you stupid.

his praises were so effortless it almost sounded genuine as he used his fingers that were in your mouth to stimulate your clit. “mhmmm, i know baby,” he breathed, almost like he was answering both of you. “you’re doing so good.”

your hand lifts on instinct, fingertips weakly wrapping around his arm, you don’t even have the strength to push.

“move your hand baby…..you're okay.”

you let it fall back beside your head with a quiet whimper, your fingers curling into the sheets instead.

“you’re such a good girl.” he watches your face for the smallest reaction. “you like when i call you that?”

“mhm,” you answered quietly, your chest rose unevenly.

“do you believe that you’re a good girl?”

you nodded.

“then tell me.” he drawled, each word punctuated by the slow roll of his hips, never letting your attention drift.

“oh my gosh…” your voice caught on a shaky breath before you moaned out, “i’m a good girl, roman…” your legs lifted almost instinctively, crossing behind his back.

truthfully, you’ve never really fantasized abt this, abt him doing this to your body, but there’s something about having him inside you. you don’t think it’ll be too bad if he decided to breed you.

“what’s in that pretty head, angel?” he asks condescendingly, studying your face. “thinking of carrying my baby?”

you part your lips to answer, but he grabs your jaw in a firm grip, lips pressed together before a thin string of saliva falls onto your tongue. the sight alone has him cursing under his breath.

“mommy,” roman chuckles though the word leaving him breathless. “such a nice ring to it, huh?”

a whiny sound slips from your throat, “ro…” his hands steady your waist, keeping you perfectly still while he fucks you. every touch leaves your body feeling less like your own, your legs trembling hard enough that they’re slowly losing their grip.

“you said you wanted this," he growled lowly, “you told me you were a good girl… that you’d do anything to make me happy.”

you let out another helpless whine in protest, “please, i’m going-” you started as that familiar warmth begins to build low in your stomach.

“not yet, baby,” his fingertips colliding harshly with your clit, “daddy’s still fucking a baby in you.”

the intensity was unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. you were used to the slow kisses, whispered reassurances, the carefulness that always came with a condom. but now, there’s that yearning to be bred.

so when the moment finally comes, there isn’t a single word that could describe the rush that crashes over you. it hits all at once, leaving your body trembling as you cling to him. your eyes squeeze shut as warmth floods through you, the feeling so overwhelming as you gasp, “i feel it!”

“that’s so good, baby,” he smirked, pulling out and inspecting your hole for himself. he took his time, admiring the sight before he absentmindedly pressed his fingers inside of you. a quiet hum left him at the soft, wet squelch… you caught yourself watching him as he watched his fingers fuck his cum back inside of you.