Page 26 of In Too Deep

“Rome,” she murmured.

My arms were around her thighs to keep her in place. I remove my hands from around her thighs and placed them under her ass to lift her up.

“Grab your ankles,” I instructed her. “Bend ‘em back.”

Without hesitating, I flicked my tongue across her ass and tongue fucked her ass hole, dipping my tongue in the hole, spreading her juices between holes. Her juices were enacting as a lubricant, and her asshole was just as sweet, like nectar.

“Even your asshole tastes good,” I groaned.

Her pudgy stomach caved in, and she began to pant. “Romelo, I-I’m about to cum,” she moaned, her tone was barely above a whisper.

My eyes darted to her. The deep chestnut brown of her eyes met mine, the intensity unwavering. “Then cum, wet my shit up.”

On cue, she squirted out white liquid. Some of it getting in my eye, but I wasn’t fazed. I craned my neck deeper, my mouth formed into an O, as I swallowed up her juices, being thirsty, not leaving any room for any to drip down on the floor. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her nails clawed at my scalp. The feel of her legs quivering around my face, as my mouth remained locked on her pussy, catching all of her gushy shit.

“Oh my—” she shrieked. “Oooooooh shiiiiit!”

I continued to lap up her juices until there was nothing left—like I was being held at gunpoint, before pulling back.

Her cream was coated around my mouth like lip balm, and juices trickled down my beard onto my work shirt. When I pulled back, I licked my lips and smacked my tongue against theroof of my mouth to savor the taste. I didn’t know then, but I swear to God after tasting this shit, this time wouldn’t be the last.

I was floored.Romelo motherfucking Jones was eating my pussy and sucking on my ass like he was eating a plate of neckbones with a bottle of hot sauce on the side, sucking and slurping on his fingers like he was starving. I knew the moment his tongue slithered in and out of me that I’d shaken hands with the Devil, and whatever Romelo had plans on doing with me, wasn’t a means to an end. Even hearing him mention not caring about his current status with Trecee, it was messy. Itcouldget messy, and nonetheless, he didn’t seem to care. Against the odds of whatever they had going on, he was determined to start something with me, and I didn’t feel indifferent about any of it.

“Me and this pussy locked in, Synthia. You better catch the fuck up because regardless of what I got goin’ on and who I’m wit’, when I want this pussy. I want it, and I’ll jump overwhatever hurdle to get it. Don’t deprive me of this good shit. You hear me?” He raised his bushy brow and zeroed his gaze in on my eyes and posture. My ankles were still dangling by my ear.

“I hear you,” I muttered.

He was every bit of a king and every girl’s wet dream and dying fantasy. I knew this was wrong, but another part of me saw this as an opportunity to get what I needed or whatever he was willing to offer that I could take. My mouth could remain hushed, and I wouldn’t use Trecee as collateral. If Romelo wanted something out of this and doesn’t mind doing a little tricking to get it, then who am I not to oblige him. Being riddled with guilt would steal my joy, but if it’s worth getting what I need for now, then so be it.

“You got some towels and shit, so I can clean you up?” he asked.

With a shaking, dainty finger, I pointed past him, looking at my dimly lit hallway. “It’s the first door on the left. I have some clean towels under the sink.”

I released my ankles and dropped my legs. My ass felt drenched, so I knew the wet stain underneath my ass was huge. I couldn’t even face myself to look down, but I knew I created a puddle on the floor, seeing Romelo step over it to avoid slipping. I’d be ashamed to say I’ve never came so hard from head in my life. Men in today’s time didn’t know there way around pussy. They just lick and nibble at what they think feels good as opposed to feeling the woman and seeing what she likes. But Romelo was slurping my pussy, teasing my clit, and licking it like he was drawing his full name in cursive—claiming ownership. If this is what Trecee was getting, I see why she was crazy over him, acting different and funny. His head game was lethal, making me question what his dick was like. I’ll be opening Pandora’s Box if we cross that line.

Entering the room, he staggered, walking with a limp like his dick was heavy, carrying a wet towel. I noticed his beard was clean, and he wiped most of what he could off his face. He bent down and gently parted my legs open wider to clean my pussy like he was wiping a baby’s ass.

“Damn, I could dive into this shit some more and feast on you all night,” he murmured, eyeing my pussy like it was some dessert on display. “Had I known you’d be juicy as hell like this, I would’ve got a towel.”

“It’s so embarrassing,” I giggled, putting my hand over my face as my cheeks became heated.

“Don’t be embarrassed by that juicy fruit. Bitches be out there with cotton pussy. Pussy dry as fuck like some Welch’s fruit snacks.”

“Oh my god,” I cackled while throwing my head back, having a laughing fit. “That has to hurt.”

“I done spit started a few pussies,” Romelo continued.

I sat up, straightening my posture. My pussy felt icky now, and though he wiped off whatever he could, a shower was much needed. This nigga came here for a plate of soul food, demolishedthatand me afterwards. The moon was peeking behind the stars in the clouds now, which indicated he’d been here longer than we expected. It made me wonder if he checked in with Trecee about his whereabouts or if that was a thing between them. Hearing him talk about their relationship, it all made sense now that it was a façade, and Trecee was living the life of a lie.

“You got a fire ass record collection.” He spoke with his chin over his shoulder as I sauntered back into the living room.

The well needed shower had me feeling so much better. The aching thump in my panties would have me suffering in the morning. I was still in disbelief that I let him stretch me out on the couch, legs spread out like an eagle’s wings.

Ruffling my fingers through my semi damp hair, I smiled. When he entered my home, I caught him eyeing my prized possessions, including my music collection. I’m very eclectic and always have been.

“Yeah, I love music. When they opened that record store downtown, I was geeked. It’s only so many of them I was able to get at Target, and then sufficed for Amazon. Do you want more food?”

“Nah.” He answered.

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