I was sitting on the couch waiting for her when a knock sounded on the door.
I was still in my suit and tie, not wanting to change since I was going to take off all my clothes anyway. And I knew she liked the way I looked when I dressed like this, like the ruthless dictator that I was.
I opened the door and saw Rome in the same clothes she wore to the office. She hadn’t stopped by her apartment to change because she wanted to get here as soon as possible, her resistance finally disappearing.
Without a greeting, I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her inside. My foot hit the door to close it, and then I stared down at her like the prey she was. My hands moved around her waist then snaked down to her ass. I gripped both of her cheeks as I guided her to the couch, my mouth close to hers. I didn’t kiss her, purposely teasing both of us until we were naked together, her pussy on my lap.
I unzipped the back of her skirt and heard it thud to the floor. Her top and bra came next, followed by her black panties. Just as I undressed her, she stripped my clothes away. She was a little aggressive with the tie, yanking on it harshly. But I liked her roughness. I wished she would do it more often.
I sat on the couch with my knees spread apart, my cock lying against my stomach. I tapped my thigh and silently commanded her to straddle me, to do as I wanted with no questions asked. I wanted to speak my mind, to control her like I did with all the others. But I kept my mouth shut and directed my desires with my eyes.
She straddled my hips with her heels still on, the shoes pressed against the outsides of my thighs. Once she was on top of me, I could feel the moisture from her pussy. I hadn’t even kissed her yet, and she was wet.
I had a feeling she was wet all day at the office.
I pulled her close to me until our chests were touching. My hand snaked around her neck possessively, my fingers digging into her skin with restrained force. Then I brushed my lips past hers, preparing to dive headfirst.
She shivered at my touch, electrified by how good it was.
This woman made me want to come with a single kiss.
I pressed my mouth to hers and kissed her slowly, my cock still underneath her but not inside her. I slowly rocked my hips to move my hard length against her, to rub her sensitive clit and give her extensive foreplay. The warm-up was unnecessary because she was clearly wet—but I enjoyed it anyway.
I forced my hand to remain relaxed as it gripped her neck. I wanted to choke her slightly, to make her pant into my mouth in desperation for air. I’d choked Isabella many times—and it always made her come hard.
My free hand groped Rome’s perfect tit, my thumb brushing over her nipple and making it pebble. Her hair was still in the ponytail, so I grabbed the hair band and yanked it so hard it snapped. Her soft hair fell around her shoulders and brushed against my knuckles, feeling like cotton.
My cock twitched in irritation, wanting to be inside the tightest pussy I’d ever felt. I shifted her hips and shoved my cock head inside her, squeezing through the soaked channel. I pulled her down until I was completely sheathed inside her, feeling that slice of heaven. “Fuck, Vanilla.” I released her neck and gripped her ass cheeks with my palms, squeezing the powerful muscle as I guided her up and down my length.
Her hands held on to my shoulders for balance as she moved with me, her tits shaking every time she lowered herself entirely on my length. The sexiest moans escaped her lips, her eyes bright and vibrant in ecstasy.
I moved with her, grinding slowly because the simple sensation of feeling our bodies together was enough. My preference was to pound hard and fast, aggressive fucking that would make us both sore. But these slow and restrained movements were somehow better. And I suspected that had something to do with Rome.
I cupped her face with my hand, my fingers brushing against her brown strands. My thumb moved across her bottom lip as I kept my forehead pressed to hers, breathing through the pleasure together.
I slipped two fingers into her mouth, placing them on her tongue. “Suck.” My authoritative tone emerged, but I couldn’t keep it back. When I was in my element, my true colors always came out.
She did as I asked, closing her mouth around my fingers and sucking them. She gripped my fingers between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, giving pressure that was soaked with saliva.