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think twice before I go right—blindly making my way down the empty corridor. I breathe deep, in an attempt to catch my breath, and I get a whiff of Logan’s arousal. When I slide one of my hands up her thigh and between her legs, my dick grows painfully hard as my finger slips through her slick folds.
    “Mmmm, Rome, baby…” she mewls.
    “ Fuck, Logan!”
    We pass four doors before I attempt one. It opens with ease and I’m far too distracted to be surprised. When the door latches shut behind us, we’re shrouded in almost complete darkness. The only light that illuminates the box that I’ve managed to stumble upon is the green exit sign that hangs behind us. As I set Logan down on her feet, I know I’ve got all the light I need.
    I’ve loved her body well and I don’t need the advantage of illumination to make my woman come apart at my touch.
    “ Roman ,” she whispers, pressing her body against mine, her hand stroking my erection through my suit pants.
    “On your knees, babe.”
     

    I whimper as I sink to my knees, trembling like an addict in withdrawal. I know that it’s only been a few hours since he’s been inside of me, but after our night of dancing and revelry, it feels like it’s been too long. I need my fix. I’m craving it. I’m wild with want. I’ll take him anyway I can get him. My mouth. My pussy. I don’t care. I know he’ll take care of me. He always does.
    My Roman—he always does.
    “Turn around, Logan. Hands on the banister. Lean over and stick that pretty ass in the air, beautiful.”
    I do exactly as he says, crawling in the darkness toward the banister, anxious for his touch— his punishment. I listen as he unfastens his belt before his pants drop to the floor behind me. I’m panting like a bitch in heat and I don’t even care. I need him. I need him—“ I need you! ” I whine.
    He kneels down behind me and presses his erection against my back. My fingers tighten around the bar of the banister, my impatience pushing me to my breaking point.
    “You need this cock?” he grinds out as he rocks his hips, rubbing himself over the fabric of my dress. “You need this big dick inside of you, is that what you need? My dirty, little minx.”
    My eyes fill with tears, my desperation almost more than I can bear. I’m wetter than a slip-n-slide and I wonder if it’s possible for me to come before he touches me. I love it when he talks dirty to me. Love it. My good Christian boy. My God fearing man. He’s more than I ever dreamed, capable of bringing me the most intense pleasure in so many ways. Soft and sweet. Hard and dirty. Quick and in a hurry. Slow and drenched in love. His sexual beast was awakened by me and I adore every version.
    But this—right here, right now—my foul mouthed lover—he just may be my favorite.
    “You need me to fuck some sense into you? Huh? Is that what you need?”
    “ Please …” I beg, unable to utter another word.
    I feel the cool air against my skin as he pushes my dress up around my waist. Then, with no further warning, he slams into me with his big dick . I cry out as he stretches me open, filling me up, just the way I like—just the way I want—just the way I need. He groans, his body still for only a moment before he starts pounding in and out of me.
    “Love my pussy,” he grunts as he squeezes my hips, holding onto me for much needed leverage. “So wet. So tight. So fucking mine.”
    Goosebumps cover my skin, starting at my neck before rippling over my entire body. I feel like I’m falling—sinking— drowning .
    Can’t breathe.
    Can’t think.
    Just feel.
    I surrender—my insides on fire as Roman uses me for his pleasure, all the while gifting me with mine. I’m drowning in him. As he pulls me under, I know that I never want to resurface.
    “Oh, babe, you feel so good. You feel that?”
    I nod, unsure if he’s able to make out the movement in the dark, but unable to offer him anything else. The soft noises that come from