It’s the last straw.
I try one last time to drag her away but it’s no use.
I come, my release shooting from me, and down her throat. She takes me so well, swallowing the entire time. The feeling of it, of her milking me fully, is euphoric.
It’s unreal. The image will forever be engrained in my mind. I’ll never be able to look at her sweet throat and not picture her swallowing my release over and over again.
Only when my cock starts to deflate does she pull back and drop me from her mouth.
“Was that okay?” she asks shyly, and I almost laugh at the absurdity.
This goddess just gave me the best experience of my life and she’s doubting herself. That won’t do.
I pull her onto my lap, straddling me, so she can see the truth in my eyes.
“That was perfect. I’ve never felt so good. You can’t be of this earth because nothing from here could ever feel like this. Thank you, sunshine.”
I need her to understand that although I’m not inexperienced like her, she makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. It’s different with her. And I don’t ever want to go back.
“Promise?” she asks with more confidence.
“I promise. You did such a good job, you deserve a reward,” I tell her with a wicked grin.
I place her against the headboard, sink between her thighs, lift her sexy nightgown, and pull down her lacy thong. I inhale her sweet scent before leaning forward, ready for my sweet breakfast.
“Oh no, Roman. You don’t need to do this. That was just for you,” she tells me.
“Absolutely not. You’re soaked from getting me off. You deserve your turn.” I lick through her wetness and groan and the taste. “And don’t ever think eating you out isn’t a treat for me.”
I go to town, having my way with her. It’s not just me on cloud nine. Her wiggling, writhing moans, and groans all show how much she loves this. Needs this.
And when she finally comes, I follow suit, ruining my sheets.
So much for not embarrassing myself.
“Thank you, héroe. I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re perfect, and I love you,” she tells me, her eyes shining with love.
I preen.
I don’t care how I got her. I don’t care what I’ve had to do to be her hero. I don’t care what I’ve hidden from her. Being her hero is everything.
And nothing will get in my way.
Chapter 50
Cecilia
I’ve been staying at Roman’s penthouse for a few weeks now. Honestly, I’ve been here long enough to admit what this is.
I’m living with him.
My parents are very traditional, and they’ve passed that on to me. I never thought I’d move in with a man I wasn’t married to, but I guess we had some extenuating circumstances. It’s not our fault that my apartment was broken into and most of my belongings were destroyed. And I can’t be blamed for only feeling safe around my hero.
Speaking of my family, I look back down at the text from Mamá.
Mamá: Por favor, ven a visitarnos el próxima fin de semana para el cumple de tu hermana. Te extrañamos mucho. Con amor, Mamá.
I stare at the message, debating how to respond. She wants me to come visit next weekend for my sister’s birthday. Of course I’m going, but I hesitate before asking if Roman cancome with me. I’ve mentioned my boyfriend on a few of our calls, and I’ve already met his family, so it’s time for him to meet mine.
