Please...

**ROMANY**

"Please?" I asked, biting my lower lip when I felt his dick twitch beneath my sex.

"I can't," he admitted, his body pulsing beneath me.

Disappointment filled me. *What if he has a girlfriend? What is that's why?* "You can't," I repeated softly, frowning. "Do you have a girlfriend? Is that what it is?" I asked, somewhat afraid of hearing his answer.

Smirking at me, his eyes lit with amusement. "No," he chuckled. "And even if I did, I still wouldn't be able to resist you."

"You're resisting me *now*!" I pointed out, grinding down against his shaft to punish him.

"Fuck! Barely," Tiny hissed, his dark chocolate eyes zeroing in on my mouth. "I want to kiss you *so* bad, but you *know* we should wait for Mickey," he said in a low, guttural voice.

I smiled, the delicious feeling of power coming over me as I watched him struggle. Dipping forward, I traced my lips over his jawline to his ear, hearing him groan deep within his chest as I nipped at his earlobe with my teeth. Yet still, he didn't touch me, *damn him*.

His breathing was labored, his chest rising and falling heavily as I straightened my body on his lap. Leaning back just enough to take him in, I slid my hands toward the opening of his shirt and peeled both sides apart as slowly as possible, happy the limo still wasn't moving. Although he shook his head in protest, he made no move to stop me, so I continued. A moan escaped my lips as I revealed his powerfully cut chest and fluctuating abdominal muscles.

*God he's beautiful.*

about his torso like wisps of smoke. Covering almost every single inch of his flesh. Mouths full of sharp teeth and jagged, expertly drawn wings, draped across

many are there?" I whispered, dragging my nails over them so that he shuddered

licking his lips as his eyes glazed over. "One for every time I completed

waistline boasted the creeping of teeth and claws of a dragon that's tail had to be inked much lower

His hips rocked upward against

to taste him

his eyes went dim with disappointment. *He wanted me to give him no choice. He needed

on his legs, his bulge spike with anticipation like it knew what I was after. The hardness in him - in his legs and behind his zipper - seemed to fill the space with throbbing energy. Stroking my hands over the grooves

"What

kind

knees apart and reach for his belt. Unbuckling him swiftly, I drew down his zipper and he hissed as I released the pressure of his dick being trapped against his pants. Locking my eyes

etched prominently across it dressed in the ink

was pulsing with liquid fire just looking at it. *I need this. I need

skin beneath my grip. He groaned, his hips bucking upward at my touch. My tongue darted out and I swirled it around him, wetting him from base to tip as

he moaned. "You're killing

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