Page 104 of Romeo

Romeo wouldn’t deny it, both oxygen and pussy were a requirement for him to live. After that, everything else needed in life was a distant second.

If he was stranded on a deserted island, he might miss his sled and brothers, but the fuck if he could go without a woman for more than a few days. He might as well dive off a goddamn cliff headfirst into the rocks below.

Life would no longer be worth living.

A bit fucking dramatic? Not if it was true.

Her fingers wrapped around his head, and she began to ride his face as if she was a drunk country bar patron and he was a mechanical bull.

“Rome,” she groaned.

Hell yeah.

His name, her moans, her whimpers were music to his sandwiched ears.

It didn’t take long before her fingers dug even deeper into his skull and she shot upward, dislodging his mouth when she came. He quickly jerked her back down so he could taste the results of his efforts. He couldn’t lap it up fast enough.

Fuck yeah.She was definitely ready for his dick.

His face and beard were a mess, and he didn’t give a fuck. Wearing her arousal was a badge of honor.

Not every woman liked getting her pussy eaten.

Not every woman could come like that just from getting eaten out.

Thank fuck Maddie was not every woman.

While that should be a good thing—and not troublesome— it only made him want her more. And to do it again.

That was not normal for him.

None of this was fucking normal.

He released her hips and tipped his head back so he could breathe easier. When he saw her eyes were still closed, her head drooping forward and her lips parted, his erection twitched to remind him that it was impatiently waiting.

Soon, he told it silently.Gotta wrap you tight first.

For fuck’s sake, he should’ve thought of that before they both got naked.

He stared up at the woman still straddling his head. “You got wraps within reach?”

He wasn’t sure if he wanted to hear that fucking answer. If she did, that meant he wasn’t the first man in her bed. In this apartment, at least.

If she said no… Then he’d have to get his ass up and grab one from his wallet.

For some reason, he preferred the second option.

Inconvenient? Fuck yeah.

Worth the fucking hassle? No doubt.

He clamped his teeth together to avoid saying shit that would piss her off and end the night too damn soon when she stretched as far as she could to reach the nightstand and yank open the drawer.

He guessed that was his answer.

After a quick glance at the box when she removed it to see if it was sealed or open, he closed his eyes.

He didn’t want to fucking know. It would only piss him the fuck off.

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