Page 57 of Forever Cursed

“Satisfied?” I ask when I pull away.

“Not in the slightest.”

With a low hum, I reach behind me to turn off the shower. I move my hand from her neck back into her hair, and I lead her out of the shower and back into my bedroom. Her attention is glued to me, and when the backs of her legs hit the edge of my bed, we stop.

“At any point, if you want to stop, tell me. If I’m being too much, tell me.” I loosen my hold and soften my expression.

In the past, my dominance wasn’t always received well. I never pushed any boundaries, and I stop when I’m told to, but I don’t want to scare her. I’ll go as slow as this woman wants me to, but the need to relinquish all self-control is overpowering.

“Do you trust me?”

“I trust you, Rome. One hundred percent.”

I nod before kissing her again. “Then get on the bed and open your legs.”

Without questioning my motives, she settles near the pillows; her chest rises and falls in time with my heartbeat.

My knees sink into the mattress, and I part her legs with ease. I kiss her right leg, traveling down to her inner thigh.

She whimpers at my touch and stills when my breath closes in on her pussy.

I continue kissing around her core as I get comfortable on my stomach. Looking up at her, I smirk when I catch her watching me.

“I’m going to savor you, Wildflower. I won’t stop until you come all over my face. After that, I’m going to fill you with my cock and fuck you until you beg me to stop.” I sweep my tongue over her, and the movement makes her arch closer against my mouth. “How does that sound?”

“Like heaven.” Her tone is desperate. She’s reeling, which is exactly what I want.

“Eyes on me, love.”

I take a deep breath through my nose and secure my mouth against her. I hook my arms around her thighs and bring her as close as I can get her. A deep hum rumbles in my throat as I kiss her folds and run my tongue from her entrance to her clit.

“Fuuuuck,”she moans, and it’s music to my ears.

I lap my tongue over her swollen clit, sucking it at random intervals so she never knows when to expect the electric pressure. I shake my head against her and increase my speed. My saliva, combined with her arousal, covers the lower half of my face. She tastes better than I imagined.

When I back up slightly, she whimpers and tries to inch back against my lips.

I chuckle and place my thumb exactly where my tongue is. “Patience, Wildflower.”

“Rome, I can’t?—”

“Close already?”

She nods and throws her head back against the pillows.

“And what if I do this?” I sink my finger inside her, and her back arches off the bed.

“Fuck!” she cries, and I smirk.

I dive back in, running my tongue over her bud as I fuck her with my finger. Her walls contract around me, and a devilish thought comes to mind. I don’t stop the motion. In fact, I increase the intensity. My lips close around her clit, sucking in time with my rhythm.

“Yes, yes, don’t stop, fuck, please!” Her words are becoming incoherent.

As the wave of pleasure washes over her, I remove my finger and pull away from the girl, who has quickly become a puddle.

“No. Rome, come ba—Oh my god!”

I fill her with my cock, and with one thrust, she unravels around me. Her back lifts off the bed while I sink every inch inside her.

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