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

From Best Friend To Fiancé

Chapter 500

Then I took him deep.

No warning. No buildup. Just my mouth sinking down around his

cock, 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 shaft as I pulled back, my lips dragging tightly over the ridged head before I swallowed him again, my nose pressing against the base

of his cock.

“Fuck–fuck, 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 cock 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 spot just beneath his crown.

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Roman’s answer was a growl, his hand fisting in my hair, yanking me

forward as his cock 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

fucked my mouth in short, sharp thrusts.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his voice rough, his hips snapping forward.

“Take it. Take every fucking inch.”

I moaned around him, the vibration making his cock jerk, his balls

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 shaft,

my tongue swirling around the head before I took him deep again, my

throat opening for him, my fingers digging into his toned ass, urging

him on.

“Gonna come,” 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 balls, massaging them gently as I hollowed my cheeks, my lips sealed tight

around the base of his cock.

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I wanted it. Wanted to feel him lose it, wanted to taste him, wanted to

swallow every last drop of the rage he carried.

Roman’s breath hitched, his body going rigid, his cock swelling

impossibly larger in my mouth.

Then he was coming, his hips stuttering, his release hitting the back

of my throat in thick, hot spurts. I swallowed around him, my throat

working, my lips sealed tight as I took everything he gave me, my

eyes watering, my nose pressed against his skin.

He groaned, low and rough, his body shuddering as the last of his orgasm wrung out of him. His grip in my hair loosened, his fingers trembling as he pulled me back, his cock slipping from my lips with a

wet sound.

I licked my lips, swallowing the last of him, my breath coming in short, uneven gasps as I looked up at him.

Roman’s chest was heaving, his skin slick with sweat, his eyes dark

his and heavy–lidded as he stared down at me. He reached for me, hand cupping my jaw, his thumb brushing over my swollen lower lip. “Fuck,” he breathed, his voice rough, his forehead pressing against mine as he bent down, his other hand bracing against the wall. “Fuck,

Savannah.”

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