Page 71 of Rome: The Ballerina

Fuck.

I opened my eyes, watching Aliza’s eyebrows crinkle with concern. Trying to rescue my fallen soldier, I grabbed her head and began to thrust inside of her mouth. Slowly, my dick regained consciousness. Aliza’s strained facial muscles relaxed. So did my body as she vacuumed me into her mouth as if I was unwanted trash on the carpet.

“Shi–t.”

She removed my dick from her mouth and stared at it lovingly. She was proud of herself. Shit, I was proud of her. If Aliza couldn’t do anything else, she could suck the semen straight out of my balls without issue.

Spuh!

She spat on my dick, making my body cave. I grew more rigid between her fingers. Unable to resist, I grabbed her ponytail and shoved my dick back in her mouth.

“Fuck, baby.”

I stroked myself with her warm wetness. Her hands pressed against my thighs for balance as she accepted every stroke with pride. Again, my lids raced to one another, closing as Aliza apologized the best way she knew how.

Her beautiful face.

Her unforgettable words.

I won’t pursue you. And, I won’t entertain your pursuit of me until you’re a single man. I’m aware of my position in your life, although you’re clueless. Because I know where we will stand in the end, I will never be too far.

Her scent.

The cream against her skin.

The birthmark near her shoulder.

Her button nose.

Her long eyelashes.

Her ears.

The way her smile met her eyes.

Her confidence.

Her.

I softened in Aliza’s mouth.

“Baby–” she called out, concern oozing from her tone.

I squeezed my lids together until the point of pain. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but I needed it to stop.

“Stand up,” I demanded.

As her chest met my abdomen, I fisted my dick. It hardened again, freeing me of my transgressions.

“Turn around. Bend over.”

As the words exited my mouth, I guided Aliza into the position I wanted her with my left hand. Her bones peeked through her skin. Signs of prolonged appetite suppression were clear. I pushed into her, making a mental note to address my concerns at a later point in the week. Therapy was the next step for her. She’d avoided it like the plague, but it was mandatory moving forward.

“Uhhhhhhh.”

My entry caused her body to slide forward. I pulled her back toward me, trying my hardest to save my rapidly deteriorating erection.

Fuck.

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