Page 118 of Forbidden Romeo

“That’s it, good girl.”

Jack begins kissing me again, leaving a trail of bites along my thigh before soothing them with his tongue. Getting closer and closer to where his fingers relentlessly work me harder and harder.

“Did I kiss you here?” He purrs against the top of my pussy, placing an experimental kiss just above the bundle of nerves that are practically screaming for him to touch.

“Yes!”

He needs no more encouragement. He takes me in his mouth, and I scream. Jack curls his fingers inside me, and I cry out at the intensity of the pressure that builds there.

The pleasure is indescribable. I barely remember my own name as he works me again and again, bringing me to a climax that feels like it stretches out for eons. A shrill cry fills my ears, and it journeys with me through the waves of pleasure.

My throat feels hoarse when I finally come back down to earth, and I realize it was me who was crying out.

Jack hovers over me, looking more than a little smug.

“Did it feel like that?” he says, his eyes raking over my body and darkening with desire.

I can only nod as he lowers himself onto me again. He licks his thumb slowly and lowers it to my now-spent core. He circles it lazily, brushing over my clit gently until my body tenses in response.

“Did I fuck you here?” he says, pulling away to unsheath himself.

I will never not be amazed by the size of Jack’s cock. Especially now, when it’s already thick with wanting. I reach for it, trailing my hand along to his girth, then back down again. It’s Jack’s turn to tense up.

He moves quickly, flipping us over so I sit on top of him. My pajama top falls back into place.

“Take it off,” Jack demands, and I obey. Slowly. Making sure to push out my chest as the fabric passes over my nipples. My fingers brush against something, but I don’t have time to question what it is.

His mouth is on my nipples before my shirt hits the ground.

“Oh God, yes!”

Jack’s fingers dig into my skin, lifting me slightly so I can position myself over him. My cum drips down his cock before he can even enter me as he relentlessly worships my tits.

I push down onto him. Hard.

I don’t give myself time to adjust to his size before I start moving, loving the sounds he makes at the pleasure of my tightness. The friction is unparalleled.

The moan that escapes my mouth is practically feral.

“Louder,” he says gruffly.

“Fuck!”

“Good girl.”

He starts matching my movements, and suddenly the momentum isn’t enough. I need himharder.

At my whimper, Jack reaches up and grabs something seemingly out of thin air. He places the end of the rope in my hand.

“Hold on to this.”

I glance up. At some point in the night, Jack must have attached the rope to the ceiling above his bed. It just dangles there, innocently waiting for someone to hang on to it.

I do as I’m told, using every ounce of strength to hold myself up as Jack starts to slam into me. Harder, harder, harder.

The slap of our skin is background music to the stars that fill my vision. No one has ever used me like this. No one has ever made me cum like this.

I use the momentum of the rope to meet him mid-thrust, and he groans as I explode around him. My arms start to go limp. I’m not sure how long I can hold on.

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