Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
He buries his face between my tits and his mouth and tongue work over every inch of them. Long licks come to an end, his lips engulfing my peaked nipple. His tongue flicks against it with short, sharp strokes.
I perch myself on his hips, hooking my legs around them and tightening my body against his. The thick slab of meat dangling between his legs springs to life at my action. The tip brushes against my clit while the rest of his girth knocks at my door. Anguished, needy whimpers part my lips.
Enough. I can’t take it anymore. I need to feel him inside of me.
Leaving Romeo lost to his frantic exploration of my breasts, I curl my fingers around the waistband of his boxers and sink them to the floor. He groans loudly as his cock breaks free from its confines and meets the soaked fabric of my leggings.
“Ah, fuck.” My head snaps to the ceiling.
“Jess, wait.” It takes all his strength to stop himself. “Are you sure you want this?”
Romeo asks. It’s his last effort of chivalry. He lays me on the bed, and as he returns to his upright position, he hooks his thumbs into my leggings and pulls them with him.
“More than anything,” I admit. “I have since the first dirty word left your mouth. So take what you deserve and give me what I want.”
“I’m not gonna be able to control myself,” Romeo snarls like a rabid animal.
“Then don’t, my beast.” I cup his cheek in my hand. “Lose control. Take me. Make me yours. Do what you have to do.”
Romeo drops onto his knees in front of me, taking my ankles in both hands and forcing my legs apart. He looks stunned at my response, with a disbelieving stare and glib smile that almost makes my beast look cute.
“You don’t know how badly I needed to hear that.” His voice is low, deep, and raw.
His fingers travel up my legs, and I giggle and shake against his unintentional tickling. It doesn’t deter Romeo. He presses a single finger against the slick wetness coating my pussy. His eyes roll to the back of his head as it sinks deeper, and I can’t hold back my moaning.
With how wet I am, there’s no resistance to his touch, and before I can adjust to the eruption inside of me, Romeo inserts himself to the knuckle.
“So. Fucking. Wet.” He makes it a point to pronounce every word. When he pulls the finger back out, he stares at the glistening digit in awe. Admiration. But shoves it in his mouth to get another taste.
As if it was some kind of miracle drug that held Romeo’s power, a thunderous war cry barrels out of him.
There’s something so fucking hot about this. How he looks at me like I’m the only girl in the world or can’t shake the look on his face that this is actually happening. That I want him the way he wants me.
And I do. I need this. Him. So badly. Every second he takes to make another move is an eternity of torture. But I won’t rush my beast. He’s savoring this experience. I’d be cruel to take it away from him.
Romeo grabs me by the hips and pulls my lower half into his. His erection meets my damp skin, forcing his grip to tighten and his body to buckle. Somehow, he manages to stay upright, allowing his eyes to wander the peaks and valleys of my body. They drink in every facet, every minute detail, as if studying my shape for the best approach in our carnal pursuit.
Regaining some semblance of composure, he lowers himself on top of me. His eager mouth meets mine with a gentle touch. And as if that was his starting gun, Romeo lets the wildfire of passion engulf him.
His tongue smashes through my lips in a desperate search for mine. I give it to him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and squeezing my body against his. God, this is what it must feel like to hug a wall.
Romeo adjusts his hips while we kiss, and his hands explore my body with the same ticklish touch as before. They’re rough against my skin, but he’s gentle. Delicate. Letting them wander up my sides, over my chest, and nestling on my breasts.
As if pulled closer by some magnetic force, I feel his tip find my hole. His hands are busy, and so are mine, clutching handfuls of his hair to make sure he can’t escape this kiss. So maybe it’s a sign that our bodies are meant for each other. That we were always supposed to end up here together, and this is just Destiny collecting another tick on her checklist.
Warmth floods my cheeks, and my entire body jolts up as Romeo bucks his hips and the head of his dick penetrates. I cry out, and he receives my pleasure in his mouth and continues with every inch he buries inside me.