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.*

almost every single inch of his flesh. Mouths full of sharp teeth and jagged, expertly drawn wings, draped across his pectorals and

whispered, dragging my nails over them

stated, licking his lips as his eyes glazed over. "One for every time

that's tail had to be inked much

answered, "Fuck." His hips rocked upward against my sex and his muscles rippled with

to taste him more

*He wanted me to give him no choice. He needed

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 of his thighs then over the front of his pants, I whimpered. The steel of

groaned. "What are you

kind of like

and he hissed as I released the pressure of his dick being trapped against his pants. Locking my eyes with his, I gripped the waistband of his pants and boxers and yanked them down as

prominently across it dressed

pulsing with liquid fire just looking at it.

my grip. He groaned, his hips bucking upward at my touch. My tongue darted out

"You're killing me,

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