Page 27 of Forbidden Romeo

I feel his tongue first. Then his hands. Trailing their way up my bare legs. Nothing has ever felt so tantalizing and frustrating in all my life. Just imagining his face there, between my legs…

I risk a peek at him, and the sensation immediately stops.

“Aimee.”

My eyes close again. There’s nothing I can do but lie there and let him explore me, tease me. The wetness between my legs is becoming excruciating to bear without any kind of friction.

So I touch myself. I massage my tits, and I groan a stupid, sexy sound I’ve only ever heard in porn.

The sensation stops again.

Suddenly, Jack is on top of me, and my eyes flash open. He’s completely naked—his hard cock pressed into my stomach.

“Don’t do that again unless Imakeyou. Are we clear?”

I stare up at him in challenge and let the throaty sound escape my lips again.

His fingers slip beneath my underwear, and the sounds I make when my back arches into his touch are genuine andloud.When he stops, I’m gasping for air.

“What did I tell you?” He smirks at me arrogantly.

“Please,” I beg, reaching up for his lips again.

There’s a tear and a slight wonderful sting as my panties are ripped from my body, and Jack’s fingers work me again. All conscious thoughts leave me when he speeds up his rhythm, kissing my neck as I groan over and over and over until I’m spilling out onto his hand.

“Good,” he says gruffly in my ear as I quiver beneath him.

“Fuck.”

Jack smirks again. “Turn over.”

My eyes go wide as his strong hands maneuver me onto my front and raise my ass into the air. He presses his cock against me, and I tremble a little and reach out, grabbing onto a pillow.

But his arm is suddenly there, stopping me.

“No, I want to hear you make that sound again.”

It’s the only warning I get before he slides into me to the hilt.

I see stars. The scream I let out is more than I ever could have imitated. The sheersizeof him inside of me makes me wonder how he didn’t just split me in two. When he withdraws again, I only have a moment to gather myself before he enters me again.

But this time, I’m ready for him. This time I lean into him, pushing him impossibly further. He lets out a hiss in my ear, and suddenly his hand is right there, around my neck, tilting me up to him.

He kisses me so sweetly I lose all the breath inside my lungs.

“I’m going to fuck you now. And you’re going to take it, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathe against his lips.

“I want to hear you scream.”

“Yes!” I say louder.

Jack withdraws and grabs hold of my waist, “That’s my girl.”

This time when he enters me, he withdraws quickly and then slams straight back in. Over and over and over and over and… Oh my God.

My fingers grip desperately at the sheets, trying to find any kind of purchase against the relentless force behind me. But when I come again, there’s so little strength left in my body I can barely hold myself up. No one has ever made me feel this way. So desperate for release and yet so weak to it. When Jack lifts my hips higher, I submit to him entirely.

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