Page 80 of Of Grief And Gratitude

His smile was feral as he picked me up like I weighed nothing, settled me on the table's edge, and tipped me backward. I shrieked, but he was already unfastening my jeans, tearing them and my panties off my legs, and then using his shoulders to wedge my thighs open.

“Give me those lips, mia fiamma,” he demanded gruffly. “I want my kiss.”

“But—”

“French.” He lowered his head and ran his tongue up my slit, parting my folds with his fingers and kissing my clit, then sucking.

I moaned, bucking my hips into his face at the intense sensation. “Fuck, Romeo.”

“That’s it,” he praised. “Tell me what you want.”

“Make me come,” I gritted out as he thrust two fingers into my dripping channel, finding my g-spot and pressing upward.

He worked me deftly toward my release. Close. So close.

Then he pulled away.

“Fuck that,” I hissed, spearing my fingers through his hair to force him back down on me. “I want to come.”

“You’ll come on my cock or not at all,” he growled, releasing his erection. He was thick and throbbing; his ruddy head pointed at my opening as he pulled my hips into position and entered me swiftly.

“Yes!” I cried out as he filled me, stretched me so full I felt like I could burst.

He set a pace, hard and fast, pressing down and circling my clit with his thumb. I was at the precipice again in only a few minutes, mindlessly begging him for release.

“Please,” I panted between whimpers, my eyes closing as I focused on where the head of his cock thrust against my g-spot.

“Eyes on me.”

I forced my eyelids open and focused on his dark gaze, his jaw tense with exertion as he tried to work me closer without coming first. “Fuck, that’s it. You feel so good. Now you can come on my cock, mia fiamma. I want to feel you suck my come into that tight little pussy.”

His filthy words sent me flying over the edge with a shriek. I think I called out his name, but it could have been anything. I was mindless with pleasure as my body shook and my pussy spasmed around his length, drawing out his orgasm.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he thrust deep and stilled, pulsing within me as my inner walls fluttered with the last of my release.

I was boneless. A limp noodle of sated woman melted into the green felt beneath my back.

After a couple of minutes of his head resting on my chest as our heavy breathing mingled, Romeo finally pulled out and picked me up. My legs shook as I tried to wrap them around his waist. He gripped me harder, and his chest rumbled with laughter.

“Don’t laugh at me,” I said tiredly. Maybe I was up for that nap after all.

He chuckled again. “Not you. Look.”

He turned so I could see the white puddle on the rail of the pool table. I felt my entire body flush with embarrassment.

“I think I’ll leave it,” he mused, shifting my weight to one arm and smacking my ass sharply with the other, making me yelp. “To remind you of how naughty you were, letting my come out of that pussy. I’m going to have to fill you back up, and next time you’ll be my good girl and keep it where it belongs, won’t you?”

He spanked me again, and I whimpered from the sting. “Yes. Fill me again.”

And he did.

In the shower.

Twice.

Until he’d filled me so deep his come wouldn’t dare drip out.

Chapter Twenty-Three

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