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"Pleaaassee??" You mewl into his mouth, your thighs wrapped around his torso like a python in human form. Your arms are thrown lazily over his broad shoulders, knees digging into the leather of the drivers side seat.
Let's get this straight, Roman has never been one to turn down car sex. Or, as a matter of a fact, sex in general.
Maybe just that one time when a woman old enough to be his grandma propositioned him.
But here you are, his girlfriend, with your pussy rubbing against the crotch of his black slacks, your iridescent essence leaking through the cotton of your pretty pink underwear and threatening to smear against the fabric of his bottoms.
And he's actually turning you down.
"Kitten, we have to be there in thirty minutes. You know I would fuck that pretty cunt senseless any other time but-"
You silence him with yet another bruising kiss, thighs squeezing his slim middle tighter. He can practically feel you throbbing on top of him, your chest pressed so fiercely against his, he can feel the pebbling of your hard nipples through your shirt.
Fuck, should he risk it? No, he can't. This isn't like him, actually turning down you, sex, pussy. But most of all, you. His greatest weakness.
But this meeting is important, at one of his highest paying investors house just half and hour away. If he bags this deal, which he knows he will obviously, he could have well over five million in his bank account every week.
He just needs to put on the good boy act long enough to play his cards right with the investor, which is why getting there on time is important.
"Baby, I'm serious- don't take it personally." He nudges your hips with the flat of his wide palms, prying your hot and needy mouth from his now swollen lips.
He doesn't take pride in the pout on your face, or the way your eyelids drop sadly at his comment.
You're not sure why you're so needy today, perhaps you're ovulating, and having a boyfriend as gorgeous as Roman Godfrey leaves your ovaries in a constant state of ache.
You unceremoniously remove yourself from his broad stature, fumbling over the center console with a frustrated huff, plopping into the passengers side seat with a slump.
He feels his erection begin to lessen slightly, softening enough to where he can maneuver it to the left and underneath the band of his boxers.
That is, until, you say the words that leave his jaw slack and cock hardening all over again, painfully so.
