Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Forming words when his touch was taking my breath away seemed impossible. I simply nodded. I needed that connection with him again, the way it made everything else fade away. It was only us, and the past no longer mattered—just the now.
My feet lifted off the floor as Rome’s hands gripped my waist. He picked me up and then began walking toward the bed. I’d made it up and tidied his room this morning, not wanting Nixie or one of the other girls to come in here and do it. Perhaps that was petty, but I hated thinking of them touching his things.
He sat me down on the edge of the mattress, then knelt in front of me and began to slide off the sandals that Pepper had given me since all I had here were the heels I’d worn at the bar and I didn’t even know where those had disappeared to. When he was done, he gently caressed my calves and ran his hands slowly up my legs and beneath the hem of the sundress that Goldie had provided me. Our eyes met as he lifted his head from the valley between my thighs.
“If I could, I’d lock us in here for days.” His voice was husky, and I shivered. “But right now, I only have minutes. Stand up.”
I did as he’d asked, and he had to grab my thighs to steady me. My legs were shaky, and I let out a breathy laugh as a smug smile spread across his face. Rome reached beneath my dress, took the edges of my panties, and pulled them down until I could step out of them. He held them to his nose, smelling them as he stood up. The gleam in his eye as he did so was making this standing-up thing even harder. My knees were weak.
Balling up the panties in his fist, he tossed them over to the chair in the corner before starting to unzip his pants. “Turn around, Angel Face,” he told me. “If I have to look at your face while I sink inside you, then I’ll ignore my orders and stay buried in your cunt for hours.”
I sucked in a short breath, and my eyes dropped to his jeans as he shoved them down. My tongue came out and wet my dry lips while I watched him release his thick, hard erection. The swollen head was almost purple, and the piercing excited me. I remembered what it could do.
Eager to have him stretch me and feel his body close to mine, I turned around and placed my hands on the bed. His touch was gentle as he ran his rough palms over my bottom and squeezed it before his fingers clamped down on my hips, and he jerked me back against his hard length.
“Fuck, that’s a pretty ass,” he praised, then pressed the round tip of his cock against my entrance, barely rocking against it in a teasing way. But that lasted for only a moment before he thrust into me, making my knees buckle as a roar of satisfaction tore from his chest.
My hands fisted in the quilt, and I whimpered from the pleasure, mixed with pain. He was bigger in length and width than Eamon had been, and my body was still adjusting to his size. But as he began to hold on to me and sink himself into me in fast, almost-frantic pumps, my body responded. The metal balls on the end of his penis rubbed that spot that I’d always believed was a myth.
A quaking deep in my core slowly started unraveling. Tingles of delight shot out, and I cried out his name, sounding desperate.
“That’s it, baby.” His voice was thick and heated, only driving me further toward the peak. “Say my name. That’s my cock inside your sweet pussy. Me making you feel good.”
As if I needed a reminder. I’d had to fight the memory of him for years when I had sex. Now that it was Rome pulsing inside me, his voice bringing me to climax, there was no guilt attached. A freedom came with that, which I’d needed for so long.
The world burst into bright colors as euphoria exploded inside me. Each nerve in my body was lit with sparks of pleasure. I heard my voice as I shook from the experience, but it was muffled by Rome’s loud shout.
“FUUUCK!”
The warmth of his release inside me made me moan as I fell to my elbows and let my forehead drop to the mattress. I wanted it. All of him. I shouldn’t let him keep coming inside me, but I was unable to stop it now. I needed it. And he’d said that I was the only one he’d ever released in or fucked bare. That I was the only one he’d ever wanted to come inside.