Page 2 of Dozer

Long, dark, curly hair. Big tits, a tiny waist, and hips perfect for gripping. Her Italian features cut a sharp angle to her jaw. And her lips, fuck, but those lips haunted my fantasies.

“Eighteen, nineteen.” Her voice grew higher. Her gasps came closer together. “Ah. Can’t count. Twenty-five.” She shuddered, her back bowed, and a cry of release rent the air. “Dio mio. Oh my god.”

Romeo continued to lash at her pussy as her hips bucked against his mouth.

“No more.” She gripped his hair, hauled him up, and kissed him.

“I love your pussy.”

“Ah, such pretty words from a pretty boy.” She threaded her fingers through his hair.

“You love this pretty boy between your thighs.”

She flicked her tongue against his chin. “I do, but you’re getting slow.”

Romeo worked his jeans open. “Or are you getting harder to please?”

“You just aren’t used to a challenge. You’re so freaking pretty that girls fall to their feet…or should I say they drop to their knees?”

“What more do you want?” Romeo braced on his knees and rolled a condom onto his dick.

My heart pounded as he prepared to pound into my secret obsession.

She braced her hands on his hips. “I want you to—”

Romeo thrust into her, cutting off her words, and ripping a moan from her throat.

I slipped my lighter from my pocket. I waited, wanting her to know I was here. She clung to his shoulders with her smooth thighs bound tight to Romeo’s hips.

Her face turned in my direction as Romeo sucked her neck. I cupped my hands to dim the flare of the flame. I inhaled, igniting the paper, and releasing the first curl of smoke. Pot got me through the day. Tonight, I needed to be high to endure her shuddering with pleasure.

Her gaze focused on the flicker of my blunt as I sucked in another long pull. The weed crackled and singed, the ember tip glowing as it burned.

She stilled, her gaze unwavering, focused intently on my face. Electric current, charged by the shadows and the secret we were forging as I watched Romeo fuck her, arced between us.

Romeo lifted and braced on outstretched arms. “Are you okay?”

I held my breath, waiting.

“Yes, you feel good. Don’t stop.” She pulled him down and kissed his lips, sliding her tongue into his mouth. Her body rolled, fucking him with her hips and mouth.

She lifted her thighs higher on his flanks, and her hands gripped his ass. “So good, Romeo. Oh god.”

She arched and turned her head to find me in the dark. I took a long drag, brightening the tip of the blunt.

Our gazes locked. Pippa sucked in a breath, and I held mine then released the thin coil of smoke to loop and twist into the night air.

Romeo continued to thrust into her. I stared at her, imagining the feel of her rippling and wet pussy. I wanted her, gloved around my cock, her soft body surrendering to the hard thrust of mine.

I dragged my thumb across my lower lip. Her gaze followed my hand as I raked it across my T-shirt-clad chest and down my abs.

Moonlight painted her face in shadows and light as she sank her teeth into her lower lip.

I pressed my palm against my dick.

“I’m coming,” she cried as her back arched. Lashes fluttered, and her eyes closed as she clung to Romeo, her fingers digging into him.

“Fuck.” He growled, thrust once more, then stilled as he rode his climax and finally collapsed on top of her.

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