Page 133 of Rome: The Ballerina

Down.

I bounced her on my dick in slow motion, careful not to allow her head to hit the ceiling. I was breaking all the fucking rules. Sexual intercourse on game day was not permitted, suggested,or encouraged. It was known to disrupt your equilibrium. Knees were unpredictable and so was rhythm.

“Mmmmm. Baby,” she whispered.

Up.

Down.

But, this was Rome. And, I just couldn’t resist Rome. I’d flown her out just to have Rome. Though a post-game night cap was the plan, I didn’t care to deny Rome. She deserved the dick she craved and she was getting just that. I didn’t give a fuck if I was seconds away from the tip off.

“Sainnnnnnt.”

I pressed my thumb against her clit, intensifying every stroke of my dick. Her body buckled.

There she goes. I celebrated silently.

“Mmm. Baby.”

“Cum on this motherfucker, Mellow.”

I dug into her from beneath. Her pussy was soaking.

“Fuck, baby,” I grunted, knowing damn well I was about to blow.

Rome’s pussy was dangerous territory. It extracted semen from me at such a rapid pace that I should be embarrassed, but I was far from it. That shit was her fault. She had some pressure between those legs of hers and between those ears, too.

The flickering of my thumb made her body jerk. She shuddered every time it moved.

“Bab– baby–” she panted, “Pleas– oh my God. Yessss. Yesss.Yesssss!”

Her body stiffened. Her breaths quickened. And, her head fell between my shoulder and neck.

“Saaaaaaaint.”

There it was. She rained down on me like April showers. Her gratitude painted my dick like a million dollar mural. In return,I painted her walls, hoping my contributions complemented her beautiful work of art.

“Shit.”

I kissed her cheek.

Muah.

Muah.

Muah.

Muah.

“I’ve missed you too,” she confessed. “So much.”

“I want you at the game tonight,” I told her as I rubbed her bare back with my hands. Her cloth was barely hanging on by a thread.

“Okay.”

“I’ve gotten used to seeing your face in that crowd. It’s motivation.”

“That makes me feel so good inside.”

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