Page 115 of Worth the Trouble

“Literally.” I smile at him.

He leans in and kisses my pussy slow and soft, like he did my mouth, running his tongue over me like he can’t get enough of the taste of me. But he only gives me a rush before he’s gripping my thighs and standing, wrapping my legs around him.

Carrying me across the room, he slams my back into one of the mirrors.

“Take my cock out, sweetheart.” He leans in and bites the side of my neck. “We’re going to christen this room.”

I can barely contain myself when he gets commanding and dirty. I love every bit of it. Reaching for the band of his sweats, I reach in and wrap my hand around his thick cock.

Rome groans, pressing his hips into me as he holds my back to the mirror, and I can’t help but tighten my legs around him. I tug his sweats down enough to free his dick, and he uses the opportunity to lift me up and slide my pussy along him.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He slides me along him again.

I almost black out from the feel of his piercing hitting my clit. That thing was made to drive me insane because I can barely stand the sight of it, much less the feel.

“Now who’s teasing who?” I ask him, resting my forehead in the crook of his neck.

Rome tightens his hold around my thigh with one arm and releases the other so he can bring it up to my throat. The pressure pushes me further into the cool mirror.

“Teasing would imply I’m not planning to fuck orgasms out of you all night.” He tightens his grip, and it makes me lightheaded. “Now be a good girl and put my cock inside you.”

He pulls his hips back enough for me to get him in position, and as he thrusts in, he releases my throat. Air fills my lungs as he fills me, and I’m in the stars of this room—the stars in the night sky. With Rome buried inside me, I’m in another universe altogether.

His hands once more grip either thigh, and he starts to pound in harder. He’s thrusting so hard it slaps my back against the unforgiving mirrors. Across the room, I can see him fucking me and it’s the sexiest thing. He’s still fully clothed and my bare legs are around him. But through his T-shirt I can see his back flexing from holding me in his grip, and his ass flexing with every thrust.

“You like watching me fuck you?” He asks, catching me watching him in the mirror.

“This might be my new favorite room.”

He slows his thrusts, and I moan in disappointment as he lowers my feet to the floor and slips out of me.

Leaning down, he whispers in my ear. “Turn around and put your hands on the mirror, sweetheart.”

I bite my lip as I do, and he grabs my wrists to slide them lower until I’m bent in front of him.

“That’s a good girl,” he says, smacking my ass so hard my scream fills the room.

“Nice acoustics.” He grins at me in the mirror and smacks my ass again, and again, filling the room with my screams. His hands rub the raw spot on my ass gently before he slips a finger between my legs. “You get so fucking wet when I spank you.”

Before I can think about it, he shoves his dick in me again. From this angle it hits deeper, and I have to lift up on my toes to take him.

Rome’s arm wraps around my waist, and he holds my hips to his while his other hand plants over one of mine on the mirror, and his lips dip low by my ear. “Scream for me while I fuck you. I want to hear it.”

He thrusts into me, and I do just that. I scream so loud it must fill the entire house. It probably echoes through the forest. I scream and I shake, and Rome holds me through every ruthless thrust of it. He plays me like his guitar. Like he’s writing music with my body.

Building to the chorus.

Our eyes connect in the mirror, and it rips me apart. I feel myself gripping him so tight I see the pain in his eyes mixed with the pleasure. I can’t help but feel the warmth in my chest as my climax pulls his out of him. I can’t help that I love watching him fall apart like me.

My legs almost collapse, but Rome catches me. He pulls out and lifts me up so I’m standing with my back to his chest. I’m naked from the waist down, and he’s looking me over, appreciating the sight.

“You’re so beautiful, Lili.” He runs his hand over my stomach and up to the center of my chest. “Tell me who you belong to, sweetheart.”

I smile, looking up at him, holding my hand over his on my heart. “I’m yours, Rome. My heart belongs to you.”

Epilogue

Rome

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