Page 72 of Forbidden Romeo

But then he’s gone again. Undressing me more while I try to recover from the sensation of his mouth caressing almost every inch of my body as he kisses a trail up my bare legs. Only stopping when he reaches my throbbing core.

“What will it take for you to marry me?” he asks again, hovering dangerously close to my center.

All I can do is shake my head and pray I can cling on to my resolve.

He accepts the challenge readily, stroking my bare stomach with one hand while his finger dips lazily into my wetness.

“Jack,” I breathe.

Not sure if I should be begging him to stop or keep going.

Jack makes the decision for me. He pushes his finger into me. I feel his knuckles push past my entrance, sending blissful sensations of friction through my body. When he withdraws, I instantly crave more.

I moan pathetically, arching up to him encouragingly.

“You like that?” he says, his voice laced with desire.

I can barely whimper my response as he plunges in again.

“We could do this all the time, you know.” Jack works me harder, faster. There’s nothing else that matters in this world except the way his fingers feel inside of me. “You could have me any time you wanted.”

I bite into a pillow to muffle my scream when my climax hits, dampening the bed around me.

Jack growls again. “I told you I want to hear you when I make you cum.”

“Fuck you,” I say on a rush of air, suddenly very aware of how close I was to giving in to his seduction.

“What will it take?” he asks again, ignoring the venom in my tone.

My patience snaps.

I jerk up quickly, catching him off guard. He falls back onto the bed, and I maneuver to straddle him before he has a chance to manhandle me off. I pin his hands to the mattress, enjoying the wild surprise in his eyes.

“There is nothing you can do to convince me,” I reply, reaching for the hardening bulge beneath his pants.

Now it’s Jack’s turn to stiffen. His muscles go taut beneath as I slowly work his bulge free.

“You think you can offer me your cock, and I will just give in to your every whim?” I say, poising myself over it, coating the tip in my juices. “When I want your cock, I will take it for myself.”

I’m so distracted by the fire in his hazel eyes that I almost lose my balance when he stands up.

I yelp, wrapping my legs around him as he backs me into a wall.

“Yes. You. Will,” Jack grunts as he presses himself against my stomach. “You see what you’re doing to me? You see how much better we are together?”

I scramble to hold onto him, to cling to anything that will give me any kind of momentum. I need him inside me right now, or I think I might explode. But I’m completely restrained by the weight of his body, pressing me harder and harder against the wall.

“Answer me!” he says desperately against my chest, or is it my hair? His hands, his mouth, they’re everywhere, consuming me inch by inch.

“Tell me why,” I gasp out. Just as my fingers finally find purchase and my nails scrape down the hard muscles of his back. The groan of pleasure it draws from Jack is nothing short of delightful. I do it again.

Whatever restraint was holding him back completely crumbles.

Jack lifts me up, his lips never leaving mine, as he thrusts into me. He swallows my gasp of pleasure as he lowers me down onto a dresser. Bottles and canisters go tumbling to the ground as he begins fucking me, over and over and over.

“I want to protect you,” he says gruffly, his rhythm never faltering.

It takes everything within me not to give in to that answer. I begin wriggling away, ignoring his grunts of frustration as I sit up and try to cling to him.

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