Page 87 of Forever Cursed

“Oh, I’m sorry. Should I come back later?” I tease.

Rome grabs my wrist and urges me into the shower. I stumble into his chest and giggle before he cuts me off by kissing me fiercely.

“Do I need to fuck the sass out of you?” he growls in my ear as his hand drops lower down my body.

“Possibly,” I sigh and rest my forehead on his shoulder.

“I get the feeling you enjoy it a little too much,” he chuckles.

“Fucking you?” I ask in amusement.

“No, me fucking the sass out of you.”

“You’re right.” I smirk before kissing his pec.

His hand keeps dipping, and before I know it, his finger is against my clit, unmoving. I grunt in frustration, sucking the spot above his nipple.

“Rome,” I groan. “Please.”

“So needy.” He grazes his teeth over my ear, nibbling my earlobe.

I arch my back into him, trying to get closer. His cock is hard, pressing against my lower stomach. I rest my hand over his, and he starts to circle my clit using his pointer finger. I moan and smile in bliss. The built-up desire from earlier releases into my bloodstream, leaving me dizzy and wanting.

“That’s really nice,” I mumble out of breath, and his speed increases.

“Like that?” His breath is hot against my neck, and I hum.

“Yes, just like that.”

My heart begins to pound in my chest, leaving me weak in the knees. I reach back and grasp his hard length, stroking him in time with movements.

“Fuck me,” he growls.

And I so desperately want to fuck him.

I spin around and weave my hands around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. Our touch is hot, needy, full of passion and love. I’ll never get over his full lips and how they make my own tingle. His body underneath my palms makes every inch of my skin pebble. Rome makes me feel things I’ve never felt before, and I’ll do everything in my power to not fuck this up.

“Rome, I need you,” I plead as I suck on his lower lip. “Please, right now.”

Not wasting another moment, Rome picks me up and presses my back against the wall. He slides me down just enough to line his cock up with my entrance, and with a bit of assistance, I guide him in.

I moan and press my fingertips into his shoulder blades as he fills me with his impressive length. My walls contract around him, attempting to accommodate him. The stretching was uncomfortable the first time I took him, but now I find it addicting, and I can’t get enough.

Thankfully, I don’t plan on letting Rome go, because I don’t think I could ever go back to using condoms again. Rome is too... magnificent. I need to feel every pulse and twitch. I want to feel him and everything that he has.

My head hits the tile as I try to arch myself to accept more of his length. Rome thrusts into me, but he keeps losing his footing, and we end up laughing at our attempt at hot shower sex.

“This is better in the movies,” I snicker.

“Alright, fuck the shower. Let’s go, missy.”

I giggle when Rome turns the shower off and picks me up in his arms. On the short walk to the bedroom, we kiss and laugh intermittently.

The frigid AC shocks my body, and when my back hits the mattress, I shiver. But Rome is quick as he presses himself back into my entrance, and my body is quick to accept each and every inch.

“Fuck.” I wrap my legs around his waist.

“That’s my girl. Spread those legs for me,” Rome grunts.

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