Page 75 of Forever Cursed

“What’s wrong?” He’s in a daze of desire. I’m the only one capable of rational thinking—barely.

“We need structure.”

“What?” He laughs.

“Just trust me.” I tug on his hand before he can pull me under his spell.

He brushes his fingers against my skin as he pushes my hair to the side, exposing my neck.

“Rome,” I threaten before my mouth drops open.

“Hurry, woman. Ineedyou.”

I increase my pace and aim toward a shed that’s closed off. We ignore the Employees Only sign and stumble inside. Romepushes me against the door, not giving two shits that we may or may not be alone right now.

“Slow down.” I place my hand on his chest and fumble for my phone.

As soon as I turn on the flashlight, I jolt and drop my phone. “Fuck!”

“What? What’s wrong?” Rome asks while picking up my phone and spinning around.

A bunch of beady-eyed stuffed animals stare back at us. Some are missing heads; others have stuffing falling out of their stomachs. They’re piled high, toppling over one another.

“Well, this is interesting,” he states.

“And terrifying. Turn the light back off.” I take the phone away from Rome and turn the light off. “That’s better.” I crash my lips against his, pressing my body against him.

Rome takes a deep breath through his nose as he parts my lips with his tongue. I moan into his mouth at the sensation of his tongue dancing around mine.

My hands dip down his body until I reach the waistband of his shorts. “You want to see me on my knees, right?”

“I do, but I can’t see you too well.”

I continue to travel my hand down, and when I reach my goal, Rome grunts.

Leaning into his ear, I nibble on his earlobe and whisper, “Light on me and only me. I want you to watch me suck your cock.”

I can’t make out his expression in the dark, so I drop to my knees and start to untie his shorts. My fingers work the knot loose, but before I tug his shorts down, I take a moment to gather myself.

I’m not sure I can please him like he’s hoping I can. I’ve given blow jobs before, but I worry he won’t enjoy it. What if I’mterrible at it and no one ever told me before? Rome is special, and I want him to know that, to feel that.

With a sharp intake of air, I pull his shorts down. Already, his length is bulging against his black boxer briefs.

“Completely off or?—”

“All the way,” he interrupts.

“Okay,” I mumble under my breath.

I work his boxers over his form. When I get them over his thighs, they gather in his shorts, and I hold back a huff through my pursed lips. The flashlight turns on and dims. With as much confidence as I can summon, I look up at him as I start at the base of his shaft, kissing his cock to the tip.

“So fucking pretty.” His voice drops. “Keep going.”

I wrap my lips around the tip, kissing and teasing it with my tongue. With a satisfied hum, I repeat this motion until my body relaxes. Looking up at Rome, seeing his head resting against the wall and his flushed cheeks, I begin to doubt that anything I do could dissatisfy him, but let’s test the water—for my own curiosity.

I take his cock in my right hand and slowly take him in my mouth. With each inch, I pull back and suck, and I’m pleased as his expression tenses. With a few more motions like this, I find my stopping point, which is less than his entire length. If I push myself, I can take more, but I know I’ll gag.

I time my strokes with my mouth, and because I know he enjoys my tongue, I use it to my advantage. A moan leaves my mouth and vibrates against him.

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