Top Dog

I threw my arms around him and held him close to me. Romeo’s face fell into the crook of my neck, and he sighed heavily into my skin. I rubbed my hands up and down his back, comforting him while he shouldered the entire world.

“What are we going to do?” I asked.

“I don’t know yet,” Romeo said. “But I do know this.”

He rose up as my hands slid to his chest.

“Your uncle’s moving behind the scenes, and you and Matteo are pawns.”

“I would never do anything to hurt you,” I said.

“Besides keeping my son from me for six years?” he asked, pain in his eyes.

I bowed my head. “I was doing what any good mother would, Romeo. I won’t apologize for that.” His hand came up and cupped my cheek. His touch was so warm. His thumb stroked over my skin, sending electricity surging through my veins.

“I can’t stay. I have to go get Matteo,” I said breathlessly.

But his lips fell on mine, and I was helpless to resist him.

My hands gripped his shirt, and we fell back onto his bed. He rolled on top of me, his strong arms holding him over my body. I felt his cock immediately grow against my leg. Pulsing and pounding, ready to sink within me. Heat pooled between my legs as my pussy grew wet. His tongue slid along the roof of my mouth. I shivered against him as his hand slid up my body.

We released one another from our clothing before he sat back into a chair. He dragged me with him, his large hands gripping my hips. I sank down onto his cock, groaning as he filled me to the brim. My walls stretched around him. His hands raced up my back, caressing me and massaging me as my pussy fluttered around his cock.

I felt my juices already dripping onto his balls.

His hands guided my rhythm and I moaned with each sensation. Our were foreheads connected, our chests were heaving, and I breathed in his air. My hands ran down the divots of his muscles, taking in the peaks of his chest and the valleys of his abs. I clung to his arms, digging my nails in as his hands grabbed my ass.

“Move me,” I said breathlessly. “Any way you want.”

I pressed my lips against his, and he pulled me against him, burying himself to the hilt in my wet warmth. His hands were pulling me toward him, and I ground down into his hips, seeking friction for my aching clit as goosebumps rushed up my back. I felt his legs twitching underneath me, working feverishly to bring me to such heights of pleasure. My toes barely touched the ground as my thighs molded against him, his cock growing thick between my legs.

“Julia. I can’t hold back.”

“Then don’t,” I said as my eyes connected with him. “Don’t hold back.”

He lifted me out of the chair and laid me onto the mattress of his bed. He pounded into me furiously, his hips snapping against mine. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face into the crook of his neck, nibbling and sucking and moaning out his name. My heels dug into his back as his trimmed curls raked against my clit. Fire was spreading through my lungs as electricity fried my brain.

“Yes, Romeo. Like that. Take me. Take all of me. Please.”

“Mine. You’re mine, Julia. You hear me? You and Matteo—my family. Always.”

Tears rose to my eyes as my nails raked down his back. My head fell to the comforter beneath me as my juices dripped. My toes curled. My legs shook. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. I dropped my heels to the bed and propped them up, then met him thrust for thrust. My pussy swallowed him whole as I looked into his eyes, taking in the fire behind them and the animal that raged in front of me.

I crashed my lips into his, and I was done for once again.

I convulsed around him, shaking as my pussy throbbed around his cock, pulling him deeper into my body as his hips began to stutter. He didn’t let up. Not for a second. He continued to pound into me, grunting and groaning into my lips. I whimpered at the sounds. At the feeling of his body colliding with mine. I wanted him. Needed him.

He burst within me, his cock pulsing against my walls. Thread after thread of cum spilled into me, and I shook against him as I clung to his chiseled form. His arms snaked around my back and held me close to him as his legs grew weak. He leaned into me, our bodies dropping to the bed as he held me close.

I nuzzled into his ear, and he kissed my shoulder. Peppering me with his warm, wet lips. I panted against his cheek. Kissing him repeatedly as I ran my fingers through his hair.

I still loved him.

I wasn't sure I ever stopped.

“I want out,” Romeo said.

His face rose up as his cock stayed buried within my body.