Page 103 of Romeo

However, that wasn’t what disturbed him the most about this whole fucking thing. It was the fact he had the urge to possess her. To protect her.

To claim her as his.

For fuck’s sake, he couldn’t even say that was weed talking. He was stone-cold sober. He had to be broken.

Or something.

He’d worry about that shit later. After he fucked her. After he chowed down on that sweet pussy. After he heard his name cross her lips when she came. After he blew his load deep inside her.

Sex was the only reason he should be at her place. Not to give a fuck about what happened at Smith’s after he left.

Her “Something wrong?” detoured him from the path of doom.Thank fuck.Because if he kept traveling down that road, he’d be jerking on his clothes and truly sprinting for the door.

Even before he got to fuck her.

The problem was, if that happened, he’d end up in his own bed obsessing about her all night. He’d also have a chafed dick and blisters on his hand.

Reality wasn’t always better than imagination. But in Maddie’s case, it was. He knew that for sure because he tested that option.

A few times.

“Only fuckin’ thing wrong is that my face ain’t covered in your pussy juices yet.”

A ragged breath slipped from between her parted lips. “Well, we can right that wrong.”

“Sure as fuck can. By you sittin’ on my face.”

“That’s going to be hard to achieve with you standing there. I’m not a gymnast.”

“Easy fuckin’ fix.” It was time to get this partystarted.

Stepping closer, he wrapped his fingers around the back of her head and pulled her into him for a thorough kiss. One that made her melt against him, because,fuck yeah, he had some damn skills.

When he was done, he rounded the bed and climbed on. Two seconds later, he was sprawled out on his back. “Hop on.”

He smoothed down his beard as he waited for her to follow him onto the bed. It had to be a great mattress since it hardly moved when she climbed on and straddled his head.

His senses went into overload with seeing her perfect little pussy just inches from his face. He caught a whiff of how aroused she was, too. He closed his eyes and inhaled even deeper.

Best fuckin’ perfume ever.It wasn’t fancy or expensive, but definitely his favorite.

Now he needed a little taste.

When he opened his eyes, he met hers for a second before grabbing her hips and pulling her down.

“Am I crushing you?”

His answer was to bury his nose and tongue in her cunt to get the full experience.

Goddamn perfection.

When he alternated fucking her with his tongue and sucking on her plump folds, it didn’t take long before her thighs began to tremble as well as squeeze his head.

When he sucked on her clit, she rocked her hips.

When he blindly reached up, found those hard as fuck nipples, and twisted them, she ground her cunt harder against his mouth.

She could smash that bomb-ass pussy against his face until he passed out from a lack of air, and he wouldn’t give a shit. He’d think he’d died and went to heaven. But as soon ashe came to and found himself still on Earth, he’d be ready to chow down again.

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