Negotiation: A Mafia Love Story (Triple Threat Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

triggered another smaller one.
    When she lay limp and exhausted, he finally lifted his head and looked down at her as he chuckled. “Did I break you?”
    “Uh huh.” She was too languorous to offer him a hand when he stood up from the bed and began to shed his jacket, button-down shirt, and dress pants from earlier. Soon, he had discarded everything and stood naked before her. She managed to scoot herself higher up the bed and put her head on the pillow before Roman grasped the wooden headboard and swung his leg over it, the other joining a moment later.
    His thighs pinned her arms and shoulders to the bed, and his cock nudged insistently at her mouth. She had no objection and was happy to see him. Sarah extended her tongue to catch a drop of pre-cum before it could fall from the tip.
    His spicy, slightly salty taste exploded on her tongue, and she closed her eyes and moaned with appreciation. She never given much thought to how it would taste before, but it was surprisingly bland, with just the faintest hint of salt. It wasn’t entirely delicious, but she certainly didn’t mind the taste, and she probed his slit for more with the tip of her tongue, making Roman moan and buck his hips in the process. When his cock slid between her lips, she did the natural thing, which was to take him in the rest of the way.
    She ran out of mouth before he ran out of cock, and the bulbous head perched at the back of her throat, so she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock to bridge the distance that her mouth couldn’t encompass. She’d seen the maneuver in the occasional pornographic movie she watched while getting herself off with her vibrator, and she’d filed away the technique for future use. The future was now.
    Roman thrust carefully in and out of her mouth as she sucked him, her tongue repeatedly returning to his slit to remove the drops of pre-come before they could fully blossom and escape on their own. There was something addictive about him, or the process of catching his dabs of release, and she couldn’t seem to keep her tongue from that spot.
    Suddenly, Roman pulled away from her, his expression contorted into one of almost agony. She watched uncertainly as he leaned back, supporting his weight on his legs rather than her stomach, and squeezed the head of his cock almost ruthlessly. Clearly, it was a maneuver to keep himself from coming, and the hint of vulnerability in the action touched her in an unexpected way.
    He was arguably one of the most powerful men in their city, one of three anyway, but she had reduced him to this, to being on his knees squeezing his cock to keep from losing control. He didn’t make her feel powerful exactly. It was more being trusted to see him in such a state, and it sent a wave of tenderness through her. She couldn’t fight the impulse to lean forward and press a small kiss to the hand still firmly constricting his dick to keep it from releasing on her chest.
    He looked down at her with a puzzled frowned. She just smiled up at him, feeling nurturing, but also incredibly turned on. “Are you going to make love to me now?”
    He took a deep breath and released his hold on his cock, shaking his head. “I don’t make love, but I am going to fuck you.”
    Perhaps she should have felt a hint of anxiety in his words, which indicated he was going to be hard and rough with her, but she felt no fear as Roman slid down her body and parted her thighs wide. He pushed her knees back and apart, stretching her almost uncomfortably, but opening her for his slow perusal.
    She whimpered when his hungry gaze fastened on her pulsing pussy, almost surprised she couldn’t actually feel the touch of his eyes on her. He was staring at her so intently and with such naked need. “Please, Roman, please fuck me.” The words were crude, but she realized that was what she wanted. She wanted him to take her and claim her and make her his woman. She didn’t care if it was hard and rough and painful. She