“Fuck, Rome,” I whimper when he dips his fingers inside me easily. He doesn’t stop at two — he adds a third, spreading me open, and then he squirts more cream all over my pussy lips and continues licking and sucking until I’m sticky from both the dessert and my arousal.
He chuckles when I cry out loud. But he doesn’t stop. I’m shaking, my legs trembling as his lips suck my clit, his teeth grazing along the hardened nub. My back arches as I moan out his name over and over again, calling out to God. My body convulses, and Rome adds a fourth finger as he fucks me deep and fast. I’ve never been so used before, and I can’t stop my ass lifting off the table as I ride his face while he fucks me with four fingers deep.
Suddenly, he presses against that spot, which has me squealing. Stars burst behind my eyelids, and my nails claw at the smooth wood beneath me, but I can’t find purchase. I scream as Rome’s teeth bite down on my clit. The sound bounces off the walls as I call out to the heavens, and for the first time in my life, I squirt all over Rome, the table, and his hand, which he slowly slips from me.
He rises, his hands holding onto my thighs as he leans in close to me. His mouth inches from mine. “You’re delicious,” Rome tells me, then allows me to taste myself as he kisses me deeply, his tongue dipping into my mouth and tangling with mine.
His cock is hard against my sensitive core, and as much as I think I need a moment to compose myself, his kiss turns me inside out with need. I roll my hips, lifting to taunt him with my body.
“My sweet girl, ready for more?” he asks, arching a dark brow with mischief dancing in his eyes.
“Fuck me, Rome. Make me forget everything,” I tell him. Even though he doesn’t know what I want to forget, I know he won’t deny me. I’m right, because I hear the hiss of his zipper, and his cock nudges my entrance within seconds of my plea.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?”
I nod. “Please.”
He thrusts deep, all the way to the hilt, hitting every part of me, sending me into orbit. He doesn’t wait for me to breathe because his hips start moving, back, and then slamming down as he fucks me on my dinner table. I’m sticky from the cream, but Rome doesn’t seem fazed. He tugs at his shirt, dropping it on the floor as his smooth, tanned, and chiseled chest falls against mine.
My legs wrap around his waist, and he lifts me. His hands on my ass grip harshly, and the earlier swats come to mind. I smile. I can’t help it because I’ve never been spanked.
His cock throbs inside me, and I snap my gaze to his. My arms are wrapped around his neck, and I hold on as he bounces me on his cock. Suddenly, the cold hits my back as he presses me against the table.
“You’re a fucking exquisite creature,” he tells me in a low growl.
“Rome, please, deeper,” I moan out loud, my nails digging into his shoulders as he takes me higher with every thrust. His cock hits my cervix. The pain and pleasure that shoots through me make every nerve in my body spark with electric need. The desire this man ignites inside me is breathtaking. This is why Rome scared me — because he’s not just a one-night stand. He’s all over me, inside, out, and in-between.
Rome is all-consuming.
Rome is stealing my breath along with all my feelings I’ve hidden for so long. I can no longer think straight. His hands cup my face, holding me forcefully, and I can’t look away. His eyes bore into mine. He looks right into me, right down to the darkest depths, where I hide my pain, my past, and my memories. Rome looks at all those twisted secrets, and he fucks me deep, hard, and furiously, as if he’s trying to exorcise them from me.
“You’re . . .,” I mumble, but I can’t find the words.
The corner of his mouth kicks up. His body moves with mine. He doesn’t stop, not even allowing me to clear my mind. He’s looming over me, his cock thrusting inside, hitting my depths as his mouth crashes down on mine.
The moment is intimate. His hips slam against mine. My nails dig into the flesh that’s exposed, ripping at him, clawing for more. My heels dig into his ass, wanting him even more. I want him to climb inside me.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” I cry out when his mouth latches onto my nipple, and his teeth bite down hard, tugging the bud until my clit sparks with pleasure.