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Romeo’s brow pinched, just for a second, then suddenly he was yanking her upright and ripping the shirt over her head. “That’ll work.”

six

The Morning After pt I

Romeo had a body like some kind of god. Every inch of him was sculpted muscle. Two dates were tattooed on his chest, over his heart, and she thought she spotted the lines of a couple of old scars lower on his torso. But her eyes got distracted as he pushed her back onto the bed, his massive cock coming to rest heavily over her belly when he leaned over her.

He bent his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth, teasing the nub with his tongue for a lingering second. Then he continued higher, resting his forearms on either side of her, his face directly over hers. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said on a heavy exhale. “You remember the rule?”

Grace drew a shaky breath and reached up, framing his jaw. “I don’t want to stop. Please.” If he stopped at this point, she might never forgive him.

He took her wrist and slid her palm over his mouth, pressing a chaste kiss there. “You say that now.” He flashed her a grin, then moved to his knees and dragged his hands down her body. He pushed her legs up, spreading her shamelessly. “Hold your legs like this for me.”

Grace did as he asked, her entire body thrumming with anticipation. She couldn’t look away as he took his cock in hand and teased the tip over her. He pressed it against her entrance and her breath caught in her throat. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized what she was doing. She realized how outrageous it was. But that part of her had been overruled, if only for this one night.

She needed this, and it had to be him.

“Don’t look away, angel,” Romeo said as he rolled his hips forward. He moved both hands to her hips as his cock sank into her, inch by glorious inch. “I want you to watch the way your greedy pussy sucks me in.”

Her mouth fell open as she gasped for breath, her gaze riveted exactly where he wanted. A long, low moan escaped her as he finally bottomed out, filling her almost too much. He leaned over her again, digging deeper. “R-Romeo…”

His eyes snapped to hers and he reached out, tangling a hand in her hair and hauling her halfway up in order to catch her lips in a harsh kiss. The position trapped her limbs between their bodies, leaving him entirely free to move and entirely in control. Their tongues clashed as she attempted to curl her legs around him anyway as he finally started pumping.

Like his kiss, he wasn’t gentle. He drove in and out of her in powerful thrusts, their hips smacking audibly together each time. He consumed every one of her senses. She was impossibly, borderline frighteningly, utterly and blissfully full of him.

Even when the kiss broke, both of them panting harshly, Grace couldn’t think beyond her need for the pleasure he was giving her.

Romeo pushed up to his knees again, altering the angle of his penetration, and he danced his fingers down her legs. “You’re so fucking perfect.” He moved a hand between them, fingers going straight to her clit. “Need you to come on my dick, angel.”

Her toes curled as fresh waves of pleasure rolled through her with the movements of his fingers. “N-not yet,” she gasped, pleading. She definitely could. He filled her like the missing piece of a puzzle, hitting spots she didn’t know she even had. But she didn’t want it to be over yet.

The hand not on her clit suddenly swatted against the raised curve of her butt. “Grace.”

She jolted, startled, and more startled at the thing that coiled inside her immediately after. Her gaze found his, but she didn’t quite know if she should ask what he wanted or if he could do that again, so she asked nothing.

He made a slow, deliberate twirl around her clit. “Come. Now.” He added a delicate pinch and her body responded promptly, crashing over the edge and undulating around him. He let out a low groan of appreciation, rocking with her through it. Then he eased her legs down, gave her hips a squeeze, and swiftly flipped her over.

She let out a graceless cry, thankfully muffled by the pillow suddenly below her face, confused for a single moment.

“Up,” Romeo said even as he physically lifted her to her knees so that her butt was facing him. He gave her legs a nudge. “Wider, angel. It’s my turn.”

She adjusted quickly, widening her stance and getting her arms under her somewhat for better bracing. She didn’t know if she could really go again, but he definitely deserved his release, and she was feeling just perverse enough to want it inside her. Even if it was only symbolic.

Romeo slammed into her again as if reading her mind, his hands gripping her butt cheeks. “Fuck, angel, you feel so good. I could fuck you all goddamn night.” He leaned over her and took one of her boobs in hand, palming it roughly as he began to piston his cock in and out of her pussy.

Grace squirmed and panted, finding her body responding again as if he hadn’t already brought her two back-to-back orgasms. She should have been unable to move, not moaning wantonly and doing her best to grind against him.

He moved a hand around to the back of her neck, then trailed it down her spine. “I’m gonna fill you up tonight, and you’re gonna sleep with my cum nestled inside this tight cunt. Do you understand?”

She sucked in a sharp breath. “Yes.”

Both of his hands settled on her hips and he let out a deep-throated growl. “Good girl.” His hips snapped against hers again and she felt his cock twitch inside her, heard him hiss out a curse as he did exactly what he’d promised. And the way he bucked against her as he rode out his release was just enough to tip her over the edge for a third time into one more bone-melting orgasm of her own.

Romeo dragged himself from the warmth and comfort of his bed long before he was ready. He didn’t make a habit of late nights anymore, so he was tired, but more than that, he found he had no desire to separate himself from the mostly naked and half-unconscious woman tucked up against him. He’d let her reclaim the shirt she was borrowing while he had stepped back into a pair of pants, largely because sleeping naked felt like too much of a risk.

Having Grace in his arms—kissing her, touching her, tasting her, waking up with her—had been more deeply satisfying than he’d even expected. He knew he’d wanted her, had from the first day he’d laid eyes on her, but he hadn’t anticipated the intensity of his own response. It was unnerving.

It was something to think about later.

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