Page 88 of Forever Cursed

His movement turns sloppy. He drives his cock into me, hitting my G-spot and leaving me a whimpering mess within seconds.

“Rome, yes, baby, right there.”

“Look at you, soaking my cock like a good girl.” He leans down and sucks on my peaked nipple.

I moan at the contact, filling the room with my song of pleasure.

“I’ll never get tired of hearing that noise.” He runs his tongue over my nipple, licking and sucking as he fucks me senseless.

Fire spreads through my lower stomach, settling in the tension in my thighs and legs. I tighten my grip around him, and his balls slap against my ass, adding fuel to the fire. I grunt, and my head rolls back against the bed.

“Rome, please?—”

“Need more?”

I nod; it’s all I can do.

Grabbing my legs, he rests them on his shoulders, and he hammers into me. I scream and cry his name, the fire in my legs boils through my body, and I’m left a writhing mess.

“Motherfucker!” The tension frees itself, and my body spasms as I ride out the orgasm Rome brought me to.

I tilt my hips, grinding against his shaft to extend my euphoria.

Rome looks down, watching me work against his length. Before I can register what’s happening, Rome flips us over, and I’m on top of him, his cock still inside me.

“Ride me. Be a good girl and ride me until we both come.”

“I can’t come again.” My shoulders drop at the thought. I’m already so tired.

“Youcan, and youwill.” Rome rests his hands on my hips, urging me to start moving.

Not wanting to disappoint, I start moving my hips, riding him like he wants. My hands rest on his lower stomach as I discover the rhythm he wants. It’s not long until his eyes are closed, his lips parted.

I lean down, press my bare chest against his, and kiss him sweetly while bouncing up and down on his length.

“Like this?” I whisper, and his grunt makes me smirk.

I go faster, hitting the spot of my own pleasure and relishing in the fact that I’m making him quiver underneath me. His hands travel up my back, but I take them in mine and pin them over his head. His eyes shoot open, and he grunts.

“You know I can free myself? You’re just a tiny thing.”

“I know, but you won’t.”

“Why won’t I—fuck.” He moans when I ride him faster.

“Because I’ll stop if you do.”

I love it when Rome takes control, but something about making him fall undermycommand gets me going. He could free himself from my grasp in the blink of an eye, but he won’t. For one, he respects me, so he wouldn’t do something I asked him not to. And two, he enjoys this. His expression is the only reassurance I need.

“Please don’t stop,” he moans, his voice hitching.

I glide up and down his cock while holding his hands in place.

“Fuck, I want to curl my hands in your hair so bad, fuck you until you scream again.”

I giggle against his ear before sucking on it gently. “Are you going to come for me?”

He grunts, the muscles in his thighs firming against my own. My eyes glance over his jawline, down to his neck, which is turning a glorious shade of pink.

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