I felt Roth’s fingers twitch, felt his breathing alter. He was waking up. Oh, god. Please. He made a low sound in his throat, a wordless waking-up murmur. He moved his head, sliding his face against the back of my head, nuzzling into me, inhaling. He stretched, unintentionally grinding against me. That got his attention. He brushed his lips against the back of my neck, shifting his hips intentionally now. His hand tightened on my belly.

I arched my back and lifted my hips, dragging his c**k through the crease of my ass.

“Mmmm. Kyrie….” His voice was still sleep-thick and sexy.


I didn’t need to say another word. Roth’s hand hooked around my hip so his arm encircled me completely, and then he rolled to his back. Just that fast, I was lying on my back on top of Roth. Before I could take another breath, he thrust into me, hard, deep, and fast. I gave a gasping shriek of surprised bliss, and then he was moving. He cupped both of my tits with his huge hands, rough palms scraping my ni**les. He brought his feet together, his heels near his bu**ocks, and I hooked my legs around his, thighs spread wide, my pu**y split open wider than I’d ever thought was possible. Bracing my feet on the mattress, I pushed, sliding up his body, drawing his c**k out of me, then hovered with his tip just barely piercing my cleft.

“Don’t move.” His voice rasped in my ear.

I let my head fall back to the pillow beside his. His mouth touched my shoulder, a kiss, and then a bite. I whimpered, legs trembling as I held my weight suspended. He fluttered his hips, giving me a series of shallow thrusts that left me gasping with the need for more. As soon as he thrust into me, I knew he’d be deep, deeper than ever. I wanted to feel every thick, hard inch of him as far inside me as I could get him.

“Valentine…come on….”

“You want it deep, don’t you?”


“How deep?”


“All the f**king way, baby. As deep as it’ll go.”

“All the f**king way, huh?”

“Yeah. Please?” I was breathless, pleading, and I was totally abandoned to begging him for everything he’d give me. I didn’t care how it sounded, what it made me. I wanted him—everything he had—and I’d beg if that was what it took to make him give it to me.

“Can you hold that position?” I nodded, focused on keeping my weight up, braced my hands on his knees. “Good. Stay just like that for as long as you can.”

Roth began to thrust into me, slowly at first, slipping just the broad head shallowly between my slick, swollen labia, just barely penetrating me. And then he began to give me more, his hands clutching and kneading my tits, his mouth on my shoulder, his c**k spearing deeper, splitting my pu**y apart with his girth until it burned as I stretched. I whined in my throat, my legs giving out, dropping me down fully onto him, impaling me on him.

“Oh, f**k, Valentine!” He was so deep it almost hurt, stretching me, filling me, his hands gripping my boobs tightly, teeth nipping at my shoulder. “God…damn, you’re so deep, baby, I almost can’t take it.”

“You’ll take it. You want it all, remember?” He ground into me, not thrusting but rolling his hips to push even deeper.

“Oh, god, oh, shit, oh, god.”

He slid his hands down my body, fingers flickering over my ribs. He explored farther down as I arched my back, desperate for what I knew was coming. He thrust his fingers into me, circling my hardened clit. There was nothing I could do but accept his c**k into me, take it all and take it deep, my thighs unable to lift me off him any longer, and now his fingers were spreading heat through me, building up the pressure, and he still hadn’t moved to actually f**k me yet.

He held still, only his fingers moving, bringing me closer and closer to that shivering edge of orgasm. When my hips began to roll of their own accord, he stopped. He fluttered his fingers over my tender inner thighs, teasing down near my taint, near my ass**le, and then, in a sudden movement, he wrapped his hands around my thighs from the outside, brought my legs together in front of me, and pulled them taut against my front.

“Oh.” I could only gasp that single syllable.

“You want it all?” Roth demanded. “You want it deep?”


“Then take it….” He punctuated his words with a hard thrust, pulling back and ramming his c**k into me.

“Ohmyfuckinggod!” I gasped, but any further words or breath were driven from me as he pulled back, bit my shoulder hard enough to cause pain, and then rifled hard into me.

“Like this,” he grunted, “hard and deep?”

“Yes,” I panted, “fuck, yes.”

“That’s my girl…I love the way you take my cock, Kyrie. You take it all, and you always want more. So f**king hot.”

And then he adjusted his grip on my legs, shifting his hands at the crease of my knees, pulling my thighs apart to stretch open my pu**y once more, this time keeping my quads flush against my torso. I was completely opened to him, split wide, completely at his mercy. I couldn’t move at all like this, could barely breathe, and what little oxygen I did have in my lungs was driven from me as he began to draw back slowly before slamming in deep.

“Tell me what you want, Kyrie.”

“I want your cock, Valentine.”

“Tell me how you want it.”

“Harder. Deeper.”

“My girl wants it harder?”

“Yeah, baby. Give me more.”

He gave me more. And I took it all, unable to even scream now, each pounding thrust making my body shudder and shake, my tits bouncing upward as his c**k slammed into me. He was so deep I could feel his balls slapping against my taint, which was exposed by my wide-spread legs.

“I want you to come now, Kyrie. Right now.”

I didn’t think it was possible to come on command, but somehow I did. His words struck me like lightning, his c**k pulling out slowly and gently, only to drive in hard and fast. I came with a choking scream. I craned my head, curling forward, forced my eyes open to watch his massive c**k spearing into me as I came. When he pulled his c**k out, it was glistening and gleaming with my juices, and as my orgasm wrenched through me, I saw my come squirt out to coat his throbbing length, and then he drove into me and my eyes squeezed shut.

He rocked forward, tumbling me to the bed and ripping his c**k out of my sheath with a wet sound.

“What? Wha—what are you doing?” I asked.