Roman POV.
I worked my length between his cheeks to tease over his hole, put a bit of pressure, but made no move to breach him. Jem whined in frustration and tried to push himself against my cock. I let out a small laugh at his attempts, but didn’t move.
“Please.” Jem begged.
“Please, what whore?” I asked, applying enough pressure to make him groan. “You want my cock?”
“Yes.”
“Then beg for it.” I watched as his eyes glazed over and his breathing quickened.
“Please sir, fuck me till you tear apart my hole.” He threw my words back at me, and hell, if it didn’t make me harder. I sank into the tight heat, my toes curled at the pressure, and I couldn’t stop myself from sinking deeper with a gasp. He arched his back against me, pressing himself closer. My fingers dug into his waist as I thrust in and out of his hole. Jem had thrown back his head, gasping silently, taking everything I was throwing his way.