Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 86573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Sucking.
He pulls the panties to the side and licks me clean up and down the middle.
“Oh, Jesus.” My head casts to one side and I lay limply, like a rag doll. Legs spread by the width of his broad shoulders, his large palms splayed on my open thighs, keeping them open.
Open.
Hot. Wet.
Ready.
Rome’s mouth sucks, fingers spread my pussy, and oh God, I can’t believe I just called it that word. It doesn’t take long for the nerve endings in my entire lower half to quiver; he is that good at this. Someone get this man a medal.
I grabble at his hair, grasping a handful.
“I don’t want to come unless you’re inside me,” I protest when his mouth devours my clit.
“Shhh.” Rome shakes his head, barely removing his mouth from where it’s buried. “You will. Later.”
Oh shit.
Oh shit, this feels good.
“Oh, God . . . yes . . . mmm.” My hips, of their own violation, begin a slow, steady rotation, and I raise them up, off the bed slightly when his teeth graze my clit. Just the barest hint. Just enough so I toss my head on the pillow and bite down on my bottom lip.
His flat tongue laps up my . . . “I’m gonna . . . oh God, don’t stop doing that . . . right there, Rome, mmm . . .”
Nothing but incoherent thoughts course through my mind, body. Lower parts.
“Your pussy tastes too fucking good,” he moans, coming up for air. “I need to fuck it. I’m gonna fuck this pussy.”
Oh, Jesus.
I can’t take the dirty talk; not from him.
He’s stalwart and serious.
What do I even reply with? Yeah, fuck me hard? I’m not good at dirty talking—I’ve never really done it, and it feels weird and unnatural.
I try it anyway. “Yeah, Rome, fuck me.” Then, even though I feel like an idiot, I add an extra, “Mmm.”
The sound of my mmm drives him crazy, and he adds a finger where his mouth is. It hits the right spot, at the right time, and my hips come off the bed.
He pins them down, shoulders boxing out.
Glassy-eyed, I watch the top of his head. Watch his tongue and fingers work my pussy. The sight is as arousing as the actual act of him doing it, like sexual napalm.
Explosive.
Intoxicating.
I haven’t had anyone go down on me in forever, and I’m getting high on watching Rome do it. So fucking hot.
My nerves quiver. Thighs tremble. Head rears back, hands reaching for the white sheets. I clench them, bringing the corner of one to my mouth, teeth biting down on the fabric.
“Oh God . . . oh . . .”
No actual words slip out of my mouth when I come, but my entire body is alive with pleasure, hitting me dead center, erupting like fireworks all through my nerves.
I’m incapable of speech. A little bit sweaty.
Spent.
“Oh no, you don’t,” Rome admonishes from down under, working his way back up my body, tugging at the sheer red bra cups. He pulls one down so my nipple pops out and lowers his head to suck.
One of his hands disappears beneath me, fingers working the strap until it’s free, then pulling the entire thing off my body. Tosses it to the pile of clothes on the floor. Pushes my panties down while I languish on the mattress—fanned out and wanton—waiting to see what he’s going to do next.
“You look like a goddess,” Rome whispers into my neck, and I believe him.
“I love your body,” is my contribution to the sex talk, my brain completely useless for stringing intelligent words together.
I can feel his stiff cock on my thigh, the pre-cum leaving a wet mark on my skin. Even though I just had an amazing orgasm, I want him inside me. Where he belongs.
He agrees, and then reaches across my body to the bedside table, yanking open the drawer unceremoniously and pulling out a box of condoms—the sight makes me blush, and my body is already on fire. Alive and on fire.
Still aroused—maybe more now than I was before, suddenly insatiable.
“God, I want you to fuck me so bad.” I squirm on the mattress, twisting in the sheets, rubbing my thighs together. He makes me so hot.
“Yes, ma’am.”
The condom gets rolled on, and watching it makes me bite down on my lower lip, anticipation coursing through my veins like it’s the first time I’ve had sex.
Rome’s bicep muscles flex when he positions himself over me, and my greedy palms land there, taking hold. I gasp when he reaches between us, grasping his dick and guiding it into my wet, slick heat.
One slow touch and then he pushes in a few inches.
“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking tight,” he groans deep inside his chest.
“You like that?” I ask, eyes closing at the sensation of him sliding slowly inside me, inch by inch.