Page 61 of Forever Cursed

I go to sass the shit out of him but end up gasping when he drives his cock inside me. “Fuck!” I ball the sheets in my fists.

“So fucking tight,” he grunts as he drives in and out of me.

My walls massage his erection, trying to accommodate the girth and impressive length. I’ve never been with anyone as big as him, and there’s no going back. Rome has ruined me in the best way possible.

My back arches, and I moan as he hits that sensitive spot. “Right there, please,” I plead while bouncing off him in time with his rhythm.

“Shh.”

I purse my lips in response and turn around, only for him to wrap my curls in his fist and hold my head still, forcing me to watch him fuck me.

“Whose pussy is this?”

I fight back the moans of pleasure that threaten to leave my lips. When I don’t respond, his movements quicken.

“Answer me, Willows.”

“I’m sorry.” I smirk at him. “I thought you wanted me to be quiet.”

He grips my hips and presses deeper into me. When he stills, I shudder as he hits my pleasure point. “Rome!”

He wraps his hand around my throat and pulls my back against his chest. “I’ll ask you again. Whose pussy is this?”

With a staggering breath, I whimper, “Yours.”

“That’s my girl.”

He guides me back in place, and his abs press into the small of my back as he folds his body over mine and kisses my shoulder.

I expect him to continue ravaging me, but he pulls out. I start to beg him to come back but stop when he flips me on my back and kisses me with every ounce of passion he can.

“You are gorgeous. I hope you know that.”

I look into his eyes and offer him a warm smile. “You make me believe that I am.”

He trails his lips down my neck and hums against my pulse. “Tell me if I get too rough.”

“I will,” I reassure him.

The tip of his length settles into my entrance, and I dig my fingernails into his back when he presses inside me once again.

Rome grunts, and his eyes darken to a sinister shade of green. He enjoys seeing me writhe under him, hearing me moan and whimper, screaming his name.

I’m normally someone who takes control, always have been. I’ve never been with someone who is so... dominant. I wasn’t prepared for this, but it’s a more than pleasant surprise. Rome can take the power he wants, but he’s a fool to think it will always be like this.

His shoulder blades flex under my palms as he rams his cock into me repeatedly. Rome moans, and it sends a coil of desire to my core, another explosion building within me.

“Rome,” I manage to say before releasing a muffled curse.

He looks at me, and I cup his cheeks and kiss him with all the desire I feel. Wrapping my arms around him, I shove my face in the crook of his neck and groan against his skin. Rome presses the side of his face against my temple and groans in my ear.

“Harder, I need you harder.” My words are desperate as I near the peak.

Unlike most guys, Rome obeys. He listens to my needs and obliges without a second thought.

He increases his pace, his pelvis meeting mine, his balls hitting my ass while my grasp around him tightens. He hooks his arm under my left leg, allowing him to hit the spot I need him to reach.

“Yes, yes, right there!” My jaw hangs open as the muscles in my thighs tighten, and my toes curl. I gasp before the tension releases, and I’m left with stars in my eyes.

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