Page 176 of Rome: The Ballerina

“Hopefully, I am messing with a man who loves my pretty– and my ugly– and my good– and my bad,” she expressed, carefully watching and waiting for my response.

I grabbed her left hand and pressed my lips to the diamond ring she hadn’t taken off since I slid it on her finger.

“If this isn’t enough to prove it, I pray my actions are.”

Her smile reached her eyes again. Right where it belonged.

“I love you.”

She softened, turning me into mush as she did so.

“That shit right there,” I said, kissing the skin of my teeth, “That shit is why we never get through a full night without my face planted in your pussy and my dick waiting for its turn.”

Chuckling, she turned around and took my face into her palms.

“And, there’s nothing wrong with that. I love a man who loves to eat.”

“I like to do more than that, Mellow. You feel that shit.”

She slid her hand down my leg, running it the length of my rigidness.

“Umm hmmm.”

“Then, we should leave before we find ourselves in a sticky situation.”

“I agree… and disagree,” she said, caressing my dick through my pants.

“Maybe a quic–”

I took her by the hand and marched toward the door. She could sell water to a whale with those big, doe eyes and soft tone. Tonight, however, I wasn’t having it.

“Sac…”

That frown on her face nearly cost me the night, but I stood my ground. Her arms were folded over her chest as she stood beside the car.

Pretty, even when she’s mad.

“It breaks my heart to deny you anything, especially pleasure. But, we’ve got plans, baby. Get in the car.”

“Two minutes,” she reasoned.

“Two minutes?”

I was chastising myself for even considering it. Because, it was becoming increasingly clear that I’d do anything for Mellow. Including giving her two minutes of pleasure knowing she’d agreed to a lifetime for me.

“Yes.” Breathlessly, she responded.

The gift bag she’d brought out of the house rattled as I closed the distance between us. I pressed her body against the car and slid my hand up her thigh. A bare, meaty pussy greeted me.

“You’re not slick, Rome.”

With a smile, she admitted, “I didn’t think I wa– uhhh.”

My index and middle fingers stuffed her. I pulled them both in my direction and began thrusting them in and out of her. The weight of her body rested between me and the car. She couldn’t hold herself together so she surely couldn’t hold herself up.

“Sa– Oh God. Mmmmm. Yes. Yessss. Yessss.”

Her whimpers made it hard to resist her. She was piping hot. Inside out. Her skin felt like fire. So did her pussy. I wanted in. But more than anything, I wanted to stay in. Never coming out. However, I couldn’t.

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