Page 177 of Romeo

Right then and there, she realized he was going to do what he was going to do, no matter what she said. “At least promise me you won’t get killed?”

“Won’t get killed. We done talkin’ yet?”

“You only want to move on to the next part.”

“Said you wanted me to be honest, so here’s me bein’ honest. Want you to wrap your lips ‘round my dick and stop flappin’ them ‘bout shit I’m gonna handle.”

“I’m really feeling the love,” she said dryly.

“What you’re ‘bout to do ain’t got shit to do with love. Me fixin’ what I broke will.”

Well, then…She guessed they were done talking. For now, anyway.

She shifted on the bed until her mouth hovered over his semi-hard cock. She watched it grow right before her eyes.

Both of his hands drove into her hair, and he whispered, “Fuck yeah.”

“I haven’t even done anything yet.”

“But my dick knows what’s comin’.”

“You?”

“Damn right. Then it’s gonna be your turn.”

Where there was a will, there was a way, apparently. Sheonly hoped giving him head wouldn’t cause him more pain than it was worth. However, he had no trouble using his mouth, so he could tell her to stop if it became unbearable.

After slipping his boxer briefs down, she fisted the root of his cock. Then she lowered her head and took him into her mouth as deep as she could without choking.

As her head and hand moved in sync, it caused the tiniest twitches of his hips. If his ribs were healed, she had no doubt he’d be driving into her hard right now, most likely making her gag.

If it was true that he hadn’t had sex with anyone else—unless he jerked off in that time—he hadn’t had a release recently. He’d be more than primed and ready to go. Or blow.

That also meant it wouldn’t take long for him to get to that point.

The grip on her hair tightened. “That’s it. Deeper. Squeeze my fuckin’ balls.”

She gently tugged and kneaded his soft, delicate sack.

After licking down the thick ridge, she dragged her tongue back up to suck the tip. The salty tang of his precum hit her taste buds before she moved on to circle the base of the crown.

“Fuck, woman,” he groaned. “Take me deep.”

She swallowed him as far as she could. The man might not be huge, but he sure was girthy.

With the way his fingers flexed, she knew he was fighting the urge to shove her head down and impale her throat on his cock.

She was grateful he had enough control not to do that.

But like she predicted, it didn’t take long for Romeo to reach his limit.

Not a few minutes later, with a deep grunt, he shot his load down the back of her throat as well as coated her tonguewith his release. She kept him in her mouth until his cock stopped twitching and his muscles relaxed, then she slowly let him slip free.

His head dropped back on the pillow and between ragged breaths, he growled at the ceiling, “Fuck, woman… Wanna fuck you so fuckin’ bad.”

If anyone understood his frustration, it was her right now. She was soaking wet and would love to be able to straddle his hips and ride him until she came. But instead, she’d have to be happy with him using his mouth and fingers instead of his cock.

She never hated Roger more than that very moment. Her only consolation was, Romeo would make him pay for the damage he caused. Both to her and to him.

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