Sweet Rome (Sweet Home 1.5)

Fuck me. I knew that look in her eyes.

She pulled down my pants and boxers in one, and hard as f**k before her, she bent down and licked my c**k from balls to tip, a long groan ripping from my throat. I needed this. I needed this from her so f**king bad.

Her hot mouth engulfed my dick in one swallow and any thought of tonight and all our problems left my mind. There was only my girl and me right now.

Gripping the back of her head, I pumped in and out of her mouth, and the whole time Molly just took it, giving me what I needed most—her acceptance.

But when she raked down my length with her teeth. I jerked and I groaned a desperate growl.

Fisting Molly’s brown hair, I forced her off my junk. “Stand up.”

With a hungry bite of her lip, she did as instructed, and within seconds I’d rid her of her clothes and she stood before me, naked, flushed, and ready.

Pushing her to the sofa, her thighs draping open, my c**k twitched and I drank her in, needing a taste. “I didn’t tell you to suck me, Shakespeare. You know you need to ask permission first.” Her lips parted and she arched in untamed lust below me.

Leaning down and crooking her leg over my shoulder, opening her wide, I announced, “Now it’s my turn,” and dived between her legs. Molly expelled a long moan, only serving to egg me on further.

“Grip my hair,” I ordered, momentarily lifting my head. Her fingers ran through it softly, but I wanted hard and rough. I wanted to f**k—raw and primal.

“Pull it! Mean it!” I ordered again, my voice curt and forceful.

With a rise of her hips and a guttural groan, she clawed at my hair, obeying me, and I plunged my tongue into her. My girl’s breath was coming in hard pants, and I substituted my tongue for my fingers and latched onto her clit, sucking hard until she came, hot and sweet in my mouth.

Not stopping for even a moment, I turned a shifted Molly onto her stomach and bent her over the couch, kissing her lips, opening her soft thighs, and pounding straight into her warmth.

“Tell me you love me,” I ordered into her long, brown hair, my nose buried in the crook of her neck.

Moaning, she murmured, “I love you. I love you so, so much.”

Fuck me, those words. “Tell me you’ll never leave me.”

This time all I got was silence.

Her channel clenched and she tried to rock against me, but I pushed in to the hilt, making it impossible for her to move, holding tightly onto her hips, leaning down to whisper, “Do as I say or I won’t give you what you want, what I know you need from me.”

“Romeo! Stop it!” she cried, her voice thick with lust.

“Do it. You get me?” I growled, wrapping my fist in her long hair and taking her mouth only briefly.

“Argh!” she screamed, and glaring back at me, she said, “Yes, I friggin’ get you!”

I drove into her once more. Christ, she felt amazing. “You do get me, baby. You’re the only one to ever understand. You’re the only one to ever know.

“Tell me you’ll never leave me.” I needed to hear it again. I needed the reassurance.

“I’ll never leave you!” she answered immediately.

My hands were everywhere: her ass, her tits, her clit. “You’ll never run,” I barked out.

“I’ll never run!”

“Promise me.”

“I promise!”

“Romeo… I… ah!” Stiffening, she tipped over the edge, her tight center milking at my dick almost to the point of pain, taking me right over with her.

I slowly worked us down, my mouth sucking at the damp skin of her shoulder, a large red mark forming, evidence of my roughness left on her body. I didn’t worry about what she would think; she liked it like this as much as I did.

Kissing and licking at the skin of her back, I whispered, “I love you, baby.”

Relaxing into her exhausted body, I thought back over the day, and despite the shit we’d been through, right here, right now, holding Molly in my arms, I couldn’t help but be thankful. The events of today had forced us to share our feelings with one another; it had brought us both to a better place.

After lighting a fire and lying back down on the couch, my girl draped over my chest, she asked, “Are you okay, baby?”

“I will be. I have you,” I whispered. It was true. If I had Molly by my side, I could get through anything: psycho parents, delusional exes… anything.

Smiling at me shyly, she looked straight into my eyes and stated, “You chose me.”

How the hell could she think I’d do anything else?

“And I’d do it again in a heartbeat,” I assured, running my hand down her cheek.

“Have your parents ever been nice to you?” she asked, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my chest.

I ran my younger years through my mind, then miserably shook my head.

“Were you ever happy?”

“No.”

“Are you now?”

This one was easy. “Completely. I finally know what it is to love and to be loved. But I’m scared as all hell that it’ll end. My folks won’t give up that easy.”

“I’m staying with you,” Molly said with authority, showing the determination of a little pit bull.

“Do you swear that to me?”

“I swear. I love you. I’m yours.” Fuck, I couldn’t speak at those words, at her unwavering certainty, so I just kissed her fingers, the palms of her hands, anywhere I could.