Page 7 of Romeo

“I wasn’t finished.” Her vanilla perfume floods my nose and tickles my brain.

“You’re going to get in trouble,” Jess says, but staring at her face in the giant mirror before us, I can tell she doesn’t care. Neither do I.

She’s right where I want her, and taking a beating for it seems like a good trade.

“Difference between me and Tweed? I’m not scared,” I say.

The mirror shows just how tiny she is beside me. The arm that clawed into her has moved up to her chest and covers her breasts down to her belly. Hell, if she tried putting on my jacket, I’m sure she’d get lost in it for hours.

“You don’t understand. He’ll—” She reaches a hand up to my cheek and cups it gently.

Yet, she doesn’t push me away. Doesn’t even try to create distance between us when my cock is stabbing into her spine. Damn thing jumped straight up when I got a better look at her tits and hasn’t stopped throbbing since.

“Kill me?” I try to stifle my grin, but I can’t. Many have tried, all have failed. I don’t expect that to change tonight. “Your old man’s Billy Mayfair?”

The fear in her big blue eyes makes me irrationally angry.

“As a guest in our home, you should’ve known already.”

I lean in closer to her, sucking in deep lungfuls of her intoxicating aroma. I’d replace the air that I breathe with this scent if I could. Another permanent fixture in my home to keep her close forever.

“I did. Took me longer to figure it out than I’m happy to admit.” It was her confidence treading down these halls that enlightened me. But where most would find defeat in this realization, I see an opportunity.

“Then you should be sacred,” she says.

I adjust my arm around her chest until my hand gets its first true touch of her breast. The squishy mountain fills my palm, and its pointy peak digs through her dress. A soft, cooing sound of pleasure emits from her slightly parted lips.

“I’m not.”

My free hand moves against her side, but it doesn’t hover long. It slides across her hips and against her ass, and like the other, gives a firm squeeze against another round orb. Another stifled sound barely escapes her mouth, but this time, she falls forward with my touch. She digs both elbows onto the basin counter, and her eyes linger on mine through the mirror.

“You’re a fool if you’re not afraid of him.” Jess is panting, practically on the verge of begging me to continue.

“I’d rather die a happy fool than lose another second with you,” I say, and my hand moves lower until my fingertips dance against the hemline of her dress.

I ball the fabric into a shaky fist and lift it higher, breaking eye contact to lower my gaze in the mirror. Desperation has been gnawing at me from the second I saw her, but the mirror showsthe full extent of it. One tug of the hand has hoisted her dress so far up her body, I’m not only greeted by her black mesh panties but the matching cup of her bra.

I press the tip of my shoe against her high heel and guide it with a push to part her legs. I expected my imagination to play a bigger part in this venture, but it’s proving to be useless as my eyes reach their destination. The floral design across her panties waistband becomes thinner and less pronounced the closer it gets to her intimacy. The material there is so thin, so see-through, it shouldn’t count as wearing underwear at all.

I’m staring straight at her expertly carved landing strip, which guides the eye straight to her soaking pussy.

Fuck. She’s so wet it’s trickling down her thighs.

I fall to my knees, and the impact rumbles with the same intensity as the thunder outside. I use the hand holding her dress to nudge her forward and watch in awe as she pushes her ass closer to my face.

“Wh—” She chokes on her word as my face nears, and my erratic breathing blows against her damp thighs. “What are you doing?”

“Told you I wanted a taste.” I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to. My tongue shoots out of my mouth and runs along her skin.

Nowhere near the source, I’m already drunk on her taste. Her mixture of sweet, salty liquid is like God’s nectar on my taste buds.

Jess must think I’m a lunatic with how I’m acting. I’ve lost my mind entirely, and there’s no way I’m going to find it again. No one has ever drawn anything close to this out of me. Such eager desperation makes my gums itch.

“Your tongue feels nice.” She’s a mess of panting breaths and choked words.

Jess isn’t stopping me. She wants this. Needs this. Her trembling body is sign enough, and the way she eagerly forces her hips back into my face is confirmation.

Enthralled by the picturesque sight of her slit hidden behind a tiny veil, I don’t stop to pull her panties aside. I’m not wasting any more time, and I’m definitely not going to let a single drop of her juices escape me.

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