From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 500

Then I took him deep. No warning. No buildup. Just my mouth sinking down around his c0ck, my lips stretching around his girth, my throat opening as I took him to the root.

Roman grunted, a guttural sound that echoed off the tiles, his fingers tightening in my hair, his hips jerking forward instinctively.

I hollowed my cheeks, my tongue pressing flat against the underside of his sh@ft as I pulled back, my lips dragging tightly over the ridged h3ad before I swallowed him again, my nose pressing against the base of his c0ck.

“Fvck-fvck, just like that—” His voice was rough, his breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps as my head bobbed, my hand working the base of his c0ck in tight, twisting strokes.

I could feel him swelling in my mouth, his pulse hammering against my tongue. I pulled back with a wet pop, my lips swollen, my chin glistening. “You like that?” I looked up, my hand still stroking him, my thumb pressing against the sensitive sp0t just beneath his cr0wn.

Roman’s answer was a growl, his hand fisting in my hair, yanking me forward as his c0ck hit the back of my throat.

I gagged, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, but I didn’t pull away, didn’t fight it. I took it, my nails digging into his thighs as he f*cked my mouth in short, sharp thrusts.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his voice rough, his hips snapping forward. “Take it. Take every f*cking inch.”

I moaned around him, the vibration making his c0ck jerk, his b@lls drawing up tight. I could taste him getting closer, his thighs trembling beneath my hands.

I pulled back just enough to breathe, my lips dragging over his sh@ft, my tongue swirling around the h3ad before I took him deep again, my throat opening for him, my fingers digging into his toned @ss, urging him on.

“Gonna c*m,” he warned, his voice a rasp, his grip in my hair bordering on painful. “Gonna fill that pretty mouth—”

I hummed in encouragement, my free hand sliding up to cup his b@lls, massaging them gently as I hollowed my cheeks, my lips sealed tight around the base of his c0ck.

He let out a breathless laugh, his lips brushing against mine, his c0ck twitching as it lay heavy against his thigh. “Definitely.”

I bit my lip. “We can go another—”

He cut me off. “Let’s get married, Sav. Let’s do it quickly. I’m dying to call you my wife.”

And all of a sudden, I forgot how to speak.