Hired Love

He kissed her, more like ambushed her. Stacy's hot mouth opened up to him and his tongue slipped inside, tasting her. His hands wrapped around her bare body, and he took the initiative to loosen her bra at the back of her neck. When she gasped in surprise, he sucked her tongue, loving the way her little moans reverberated from her throat through his.

Her breasts pressed against his chest, the hardened peaks poking his skin. He tore his mouth away, lowering his head to take one of the brown buds in his mouth. Stacy whimpered, holding onto him. He sucked the flesh, savoring in the taste of her skin.

By the time he brought his mouth back to hers, Stacy was breathing heavily.

"Will you let me taste you, baby?" His throat felt parched, felt rough which was ironic because he was drunk with lust.

"Where?" She moaned, sucking his lower lip.

"Everywhere." "Please."

Roman didn't waste time. He lifted her effortlessly, making her sit on the tub, aware that he would go mad if he didn't taste her. The woman consumed him. No one had ever made him want with such reckless abandon.

The sound of her red panties ripping echoed through the evening quiet, accompanied by the sound of her gasp. He'd torn the piece of fabric, flinging it away.

"I liked those panties." She moaned unconvincingly. "You'll like this more."

Her pussy came into view, clean-shaven and pink. Roman almost came from just looking at it. There were droplets of water trickling down her skin. No, Phoebe was wrong. This was fucking Picasso. He'd didn't mind painting this every day for the rest of his life. "Now that's a fucking pussy."

Stacy tried to close her legs and he looked at her face, seeing the light hue of pink on her cheeks. "Don't hide from me, baby." He murmured, spreading her legs with his hands. "I would worship you every day if you let me." Roman figured she would probably feel more comfortable if he wasn't looking at her. It was that thought that had him lowering his head to her pussy. Her musky scent filled his nostrils and he happily inhaled her. God, she was truly magnificent.

His tongue flickered at her slit. She gasped loudly, bucking her hips. Chuckling at her reaction, Roman held her abdomen down by wrapping one arm firmly around her waist. She wasn't going anywhere until he was done with her. "Hmmm," He hummed in his throat, licking her folds. She tasted wonderful, unlike anything he'd ever licked. Her pussy was intoxicating, her salty taste heavenly. He lapped at her slit in an up and down motion and her high-pitched moans almost drove him to insanity. This woman had slowly sneaked her way into his mind, eating at him. He couldn't stop thinking about her, couldn't stop fantasizing about her under him shaking in ecstasy. "Don't cum yet, baby. Fight it." She all but shoved herself into his mouth, crying out. "You're so fucking wet, baby. So fucking wet."

He stopped talking and started licking. He ate her pussy like it was the last time he was going to perform the act. She cried out, holding his head firmly between her legs. She didn't have to worry about him stopping; he wasn't going anywhere. He slid a finger into her tight heat, working a rhythm he knew would drive her crazy. It did. Stacy sobbed in pleasure and when he covered her clit with his mouth and sucked the little button all the while fucking her with his finger, her hips buckled violently and then she was cumming.

Stacy gripped his head, holding him to her pussy as she came with a scream. He drank her juices as she poured herself into him.

When she'd come down to earth, Roman was sure of one thing; there was something about this woman that drew him in, something decadent and delectable and whatever it was, he wanted more.

Grace could go to hell. Orgasms were her best friend now.

Stacy opened her eyes, blinking furiously. There was nothing in the world that compared to the intensity of the orgasm she'd just experienced. Who the hell was he, God of Climax?

Her body felt liquefied, lightweight. Roman had held her as she came apart, and he was holding her now. She welcomed the embrace, letting him slide her back into the water.

"I've never seen anything like that." He murmured, pressing his lips to her forehead. She held onto his bulging arms for dear life, trying to stable her breathing. "Like what?" "I've never seen anyone come apart as beautifully and as enchanting as you."

She felt her cheeks burn. Was there a response to something like that? She'd admit she hadn't seen herself coming here tonight, no pun intended. After what had happened during the day, after the hurt she'd felt, she hadn't wanted to talk to him again.

But that would mean that Claire would've won. Stacy wasn't about to give her that satisfaction. Besides, technically speaking, he didn't owe her anything. He could sleep with Claire, and it wouldn't matter to her. But it would, for several reasons. Firstly, her supposed fiancé sleeping with her sister would cause a huge fuss and that just wouldn't do. Stacy would admit that seeing them kissing sparked something painful in her. She'd been all talk earlier, talking about stay away from Roman when she knew that there was nothing holding him to her. It was pitiful.

But she'd come and boy, was she grateful for it. Roman had elicited an exceptional sensation in her, one she'd never encountered before. Being this close to him was electrifying, to say the least. Who was he? What did he enjoy doing? Why had he really agreed to come here?

"Roman," She asked, trailing a hand down one big arm. "Tell me about yourself."