Page 119 of Forever Cursed

He plants his knees on the bed, resting on either side of my body. Crisscrossing his arms, he removes his jersey, and my clit throbs as I watch him. His core is tight and layered with muscles. Moving my gaze down, I sigh in pleasure at the sight of the deep V before his groin.

I push myself off the bed and kiss his chest, sucking just enough to leave marks on his skin. With rasps and moans of his own, Rome pushes me back on the bed and smiles down at me while working the jersey I’m wearing over my body.

“Let’s make this fair, shall we?”

I lift myself so he can take off my shirt. He throws it across the room, leaving me in just my black bra and jeans. My breathing falters when his eyes travel down my body. He feathers his thumb over my lower stomach and unbuttons my pants, revealing the hem of my matching black underwear.

He looks back up at me, and I smile softly. My back arches off the bed while he pulls my pants off. Standing in front of me, he removes his sweats and boxers slowly, like he knows I’m watching him strip.

“Take those off,” he orders while nodding toward my underwear.

Securing my fingers on the edge of my panties, I tug them down and let them drop to the floor.

“That too.” He nods at my bra, and I’m quick to free my breasts.

I lie before him naked, my chest heaving, waiting for Rome to make the first move.

“Open your legs.” His green eyes light up as he throws commands at me.

I allow my legs to drop to the sides, revealing myself to him. Rome smiles and licks his lips before looking at me.

“Do I get to see this after every game?”

“Only if you win,” I say with a mischievous grin.

“And what if I lose?” he asks while tugging on my ankle, bringing me closer to the edge of the bed.

“You’ll get special treatment.”

Rome hums as his lips meet the inside of my right thigh.

“Better than this?” he asks as his lips travel closer to my core.

“Possibly,” I say breathlessly.

“Hmm, sounds tempting . . .”

“Don’t lose just to find out— oh fuck!” I cry out.

He devours me with his mouth, and the sensation of his tongue licking my pussy forces me to move closer to him. Rome chuckles in response, the vibrations traveling through my body.

“I fucking love how your body reacts to me,” he whispers against me with a dark smile.

Chills and goose bumps envelop me as he runs his tongue over my skin, kissing and sucking on my clit at random intervals. I ball his sheets in my fists as he brings me closer and closer to climax.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” I moan.

He increases his pace; the lapping of his tongue is like music to my ears. My back arches off the bed, and I shudder when his finger plays with my entrance.

“Rome, I’m going to come,” I warn him.

He grunts and shoves his face closer, shaking his head before whispering, “Not yet.”

I groan in frustration when he slows his pace. His tongue is still over me, but it’s not moving. With a final kiss, Rome pulls away and starts to stroke himself.

“This is what you want?” he asks with a moan.

“Please.”

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