The Romeo Arrangement

She trembles at my words.

Damn, do I love it.

I start out slow, pulling her close, sucking her nips against my teeth. I graze her with just the right roughness as she climbs on my lap.

It’s a brutal test I barely pass, avoiding fucking her then and there.

Her sweet cunt is already dripping on my thighs, on my balls, driving me out of my mind.

Then she grabs at my shoulders as her legs wobble.

I clamp down on one nipple, sucking, lashing my tongue across the tip, sliding my hand up her inner thigh.

Right to the sexiest folds on God’s green earth, already sopping wet, hot, and perfect.

Grace moans again, digging her fingernails into my neck as I reach down, find her slit, and push two fingers in.

Right. Fucking. There.

Her walls tighten around my fingers instantly.

I find her clit with my thumb, snarling the whole time.

“Ridge.” She gasps, shivering. “This…this won’t last long.”

Hell no, she won’t.

Not if I have anything to say, and turns out, I have a fucking dissertation to write on every lithe inch of her.

I sweep my thumb across her clit several times, delaying her explosion so I can play with her longer, loving how responsive she gets.

This woman is my instrument and I want to hear her sing.

Moving to her other tit, I take her nipple hard while my fingers pump slowly, languidly, sensually.

It’s getting to me as much as her.

My dick has never throbbed so hard in my life, sending a dense shock through my blood, demanding its pleasure.

Incredible. No other word fits what she does to me.

“Ridge.” She grasps my head, holding it against her breasts. “Please. I…I can’t take—”

“You want me to make you come?” I release her tit only long enough to ask the question.

“God…please!”

Finding her clit, I pinch lightly, flick it, pressing it firmly into her soft flesh. Her slickness runs down my hand, and I fight not to lick it right off.

“Ridge!” she shouts. “Fuck me.”

I nearly explode on the spot, hearing her want, her need, getting her nasty.

Her body goes hard, stiff, then shudders.

I keep finger-fucking her harder, building her heat, her wetness, her insanity.

It’s so sexy it could kill.

I clench my jaw together to keep my dick under control. That’s a first for me.

I’m usually not this desperate, this fucking smitten.

It’s always been an act before.

Not with Grace Sellers.

With her, it’s real. It’s deep. It’s lethal.

She slumps slightly, pinching my shoulders, her legs twitching, gently kicking mine. “Did…did you bring condoms?”

“Of course,” I answer. “In the pocket of my jeans.”

The second I pull my hand away from between her legs, she drops to her knees, between mine, and grabs my pants. I lean back in the chair while she digs out the condom.

Have to fill my lungs just to maintain control over the pressure, the painful ache for my own release.

My blood turned to lava minutes ago.

My heart thumps in my ears like a war drum.

I reach for the package, but she shakes her head.

“I’ll put it on,” she says, a bright playfulness whirling in her eyes.

“Hurry,” I tell her, shifting in my seat, moving my legs apart so she has more room.

She grins as she opens the package and peels it apart with her teeth. Just like I did the first time we fucked. It’s a sweet torture seeing the condom foil in her teeth.

“Grace,” I snarl, hating how easily she’s reduced me to this starving beast.

My toes dig at the cold floor. I suck in air as she grasps the base of my cock with one hand.

Her hand glides up, all the way to the head of my dick. Then she thumbs the top, where a clear trickle of pre-come leaks out. Her hand slides back down then, and up, and—

“Enough! Grace, goddammit.” I can barely get her name out.

She pumps me a bit firmer. “Hmm? Did you need something, sweetie?”

Oh, fuck.

She didn’t—did she?

“Put the condom on right fucking now,” I snarl, reaching to fist her hair.

She’s smiling fit to kill, smearing my leak all over the bulging head of my dick again. “Change of plans,” she whispers.

“What?”

“I’ll get to it, don’t have a conniption fit. But first…”

Damn.

The instant it dawns on me I nearly leap off my seat as the heat of her mouth engulfs my cock.

I have to grab at the base of the chair to stay seated, sucking in air between my clenched teeth.

Fuck!

Her mouth is nirvana.

So hot, so syrupy sweet, I can’t believe it belongs to this world.

“You murder me,” I manage to growl out. “Don’t you fucking get it?”

And of course she’s still smiling with her mouth full of me.

Of course.

Shit.

Releasing the tip of my cock with a smacking sound, she places several fiery kisses down my shaft, starting at the very tip.

“Hmm. If it’s anything like what you do to me, you should be enjoying your demise.” She goes down on me again, sucking me deep, pumping the base with her hand.