Page 37 of In Love with the Devil

We dance to three more songs. Dancing with Romeo is a new level, the way he guides me, firm but gentle, the way he holds me, as if he thought my waist the tiniest ever, the way he looks at me, like he’s begging me to let him fuck me. The kisses in between the songs deepen and lengthen.By the end of the third song, there’s nothing I want more. I know sweat isn’t the only reason my panties are drenched. After a long staring contest, he whispers into my ear, “I want you.”

“I want you too.” My gaze drops from his eyes to his delicious, thick bottom lip.

“My place or yours?” he asks.

“Mine? But you have to promise you won’t hurt me.”

He wrinkles his eyebrows, confused by my plea, while I bite my bottom lip.

“Please. I c-can’t take–”

“I don’t like hurting women. And if you never want to see me again, you won’t.”

“Then I’d be honored to be fucked by you.”

“Then let’s take you home.”

He turns with his hand holding mine, guides me through the crowd and the two rooms we have to pass to arrive at the exit. My ears ring when we walk out, but the chilly breeze feels so good. Romeo drives like a bat out of hell to my place and we’re there in half the time that it would usually take. At the door, as I insert the key, I remember I have no furniture, just a mattress in my bedroom, because I’ve been spending all my money on kitchenware.

“I just moved. I don’t have any furniture.”

“We don’t need furniture.” We smile at each other and as soon as I open the door, his arms wrap around me and his lips devour mine. The way they overwhelm me, as if he could consume me in a kiss, draws my whimper. He lowers the straps to my short black dress, then my black bra, unhooks it from the back and I gasp loudly, raise myself on my tippy toes as he sucks on my breast.

“Fuck yes!” I exclaim.

It’s the same one Julian always sucked on. The memory runs through my mind and sends breath-stealing currents through me.

“Fuck.” I push the dress and my underwear to the floor.

“God, you really want it, baby, don’t you?”

“Can you please call me anything else but that? Sorry.”

“No problem.” In between kissing, he asks, “Anything else you don’t want?”

“Don’t put your dick in my ass.” That’s when he stops kissing me and stares at me with widened eyes while cupping my face. He studies my expression. “Please?” I beg.

“Jesus. What the fuck did he do to you?”

“Don’t ruin the mood.” I get on my knees, unbuckle his belt, and yank on his pants and underwear. I suck his dick like my life depends on it. This time it’s my choice. I’m not being forced to do anything. His dick is too long for my mouth, but I do my best to go deep. When I look up at him, he’s naked. I caress the six-pack on him. So fucking sexy. I let his dick slip out of my mouth.

“Romeo?”

“Yes,bella?” Bella means beautiful in Spanish. I’ll take it. My pussy aches from the gentleness in his tone and him cupping my left cheek.

“Will you please fuck my mouth?” I ask while looking up at him, with the tone of a young girl who has been starving to suck dick. It’s all a show. Sucking dick is not my favorite part of sex, especially after Julian, but I know men love it. I want this guy to like me enough to never let me go unlike Dr. Michaelson, and to never hurt me unlike Julian.

“Uggh. I thought you’d never ask.” I mirror his smile. “Do me a favor, though,” he requests.

“What?”

“Don’t stop looking up at me while I fuck that beautiful mouth, okay?” His thumb caresses my lips.

Mission accomplished. He gently places it in my mouth, then rocks his hips, penetrating me while I lean back on the wall and hold on to his legs. His thrusting quickens the more I suck, getting deeper. One of his arms leans on the wall behind me while the other holds my head as he rams into me. Moans and whimpers roll out of me as his neck arches back. He's panting, and his chest is rising and dipping fast. I love it when they do that, when they look and sound helpless. I want him to enjoy it, to remember this as the best blow job ever.

“Fuck, bella, you didn’t tell me how good you are at sucking dick.”

He closes his eyes and bites all of his thick bottom lip, losing himself in the pleasure, grunting more and more as my moans become muffled screams. My fingers dig into his inner thighs when his cock hits the back of my throat and the memory of Julian doing the same attacks me, but I will not let him ruin this. Instead, I flick my clit with one hand, while holding on to Romeo with the other.

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