Page 61 of Worth the Trouble

He’s too much for me, and I’m too much for him. Scars bleeding all over each other the closer we get. Dreams we each chased, that somehow also shattered us into unrecognizable pieces. Two people searching for whatever exists on the other side of giving up everything for the one thing we had to have.

Rome wraps a hand over mine and forces me to squeeze his dick harder, while his other one finds my jaw.

“Fuck.” He tips my mouth up so his hangs directly over me. In his eyes I find lust and need, but also pain, and I’m desperate to know where it’s stemming from. “You shouldn’t let me do this.”

But it’s not an out because he leans down and catches my mouth with his. His teeth sink into my lower lip and there’s no opportunity to ask why, or question if he’s right. We’re a train colliding at top speed, and I feel the full force strike me.

His grip tightens on my jaw, and it edges on painful as he matches the pressure with his hand on his dick. It must hurt him, but I get the feeling that’s what Rome wants. He lives for the things that remind him he’s alive. He chases pain like he chases pleasure. Everything with him hurts and feels good. It heals and it breaks.

He lets go long enough to strip off his pants and offer me the full sight of him, solid lean muscle covered in tattoo ink. A work of art I can’t stop staring at.

Sitting on the couch again, he pulls me onto his lap and I’m straddling him. His dick is almost unbearably large as I grind against it. The piercing at the top rubbing against my clit each time I roll my hips. He’s not even inside me yet, and I feel like I’m going to black out from the feel of him.

“You like it?” He plays with my hair as I move my hips.

“Mm-hmm,” I hum, drowning in the sensation. “Is it going to hurt?”

The question might make me sound inexperienced, but I’ve never been with a man like Rome, much less one with metal running through the head of his dick.

Rome grips my sides and guides my hips over him until the feel of the piercing on my clit once more sends my eyes rolling in the back of my head.

“I know all about pain, sweetheart.” He does the motion again, and I feel the tension building. “Trust me when I say this is for your pleasure.”

He reaches for the table next to the couch and opens a drawer, pulling out a condom. I’m not sure how I feel about the fact that he probably has them tucked in every corner of his house, but him pressing his hips up to grind his dick against me has me forgetting everything.

Lifting my hips, he carefully rolls the condom over his dick, and I have to raise further so he can position himself beneath me.

This is going to hurt, there’s no doubt about it. His thickness alone looks like he might rip me open. But Rome is Rome, and without giving me a chance to think about it, he shoves my hips down over him, and I’m impaled by the intensity of all things him.

My scream is drowned out by his mouth on mine, and like he senses my need to adjust, he slowly helps me circle my hips while he traces my lips with his tongue.

Even relaxed from him going down on me, it’s hard to adjust to his size. I have to breathe deep and focus on the sensations of his hands on my skin and his teeth on my lips. God, he feels good. I keep circling, twisting, like a dance, and I’m losing myself in the motion.

Rome holds my face with both his hands as I ride him slowly, not breaking the kiss, as if he’s feeding on my moans. His fingers dig into my neck, and I’m lightheaded from the pressure, but he doesn’t let up.

I start to ride him faster, chasing the pleasure mixed with the pain. Chasing him down the dark alley and hoping this is enough for me to find my way out the other side again.

“That’s it, baby.” He bites my bottom lip so hard I swear I almost bleed. “Take me.”

He moves his hands down my chest, pausing on my breasts and tugging my nipples between his thumbs and fingers, making me scream from the incredible pain of it. Releasing them, he moves all the way to my hips, holding me hovering a few inches over him so he can lift his hips and drive up to meet me.

His heels dig in as he thrusts harder. A merciless claiming as the piercing at the head of his dick hits a secret spot deep inside. All other thoughts and feelings drown out as he slams into me over and over again, relentlessly hitting a place that makes me fall off the edge of the universe.

I have to grip my fingers onto his shoulders, and I’m digging my nails in hard enough to draw blood. But it doesn’t make him flinch or pull away. Instead, his face lights up with a wicked grin.

He lifts me up and throws me onto my back, stretching my leg up by my head as he climbs on top of me and thrusts in again. He reaches a hand up to his shoulder, and when he hovers it between us, I see the blood my nails drew from his skin.

Smirking, he rubs his hand up my leg, and it smears the blood over my skin as he wraps his fingers around my ankle.

“You want to hurt me?” Rome smiles, leaning in to bite the tender skin at the base of my neck. “You’re not ready to play those games.”

He grips my ankle tighter and holds it up over my head, forcing my legs into the splits as he thrusts in harder, stretching my flexibility to the limits. His eyes watch as his dick moves in and out of me, and it’s so erotic seeing my body stretch around him.

“Fuck, Lili,” he grunts, and I feel his body trying to meet me where I’m at. “You’re so fucking tight for me. This sweet pussy is going to strangle my dick.”

His words, mixed with his piercing hitting me so deep inside I didn’t know the spot existed, is all it takes to send me over the edge. Rome holds me wide open as I come apart for him. And as my climax hits and my insides get sensitive and tender, all he does is fuck me harder.

He fucks me like he wants to destroy me for anyone else.

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