Page 18 of Not Your Romeo
She was gasping and her head popped up, those big, blue eyes blinking wildly as she came out of her fog.
“Point taken. I quit. Lesson learned, big guy.” She started to squirm, in a not so needy fashion, but I held firm, keeping my weight positioned over her.
“Let’s consult, shall we?” I kept my left elbow pinned on her back and rose up, spreading her thighs with my right hand, “Glistening snitch determined that was a lie.”
“Oh my God,” she hissed, trying to scissor her legs shut.
“Stop,” I whispered, barely able to keep the laughter from my tone.
She instantly obeyed, and I stroked her hair off her shoulders and kissed each side.
“You are beautifully submissive when you want to be,” I complimented, causing her to relax and lay her cheek on the cushion.
“Good girl,” I slid two fingers as far into her as I could and those eyes snapped open, her hips angling to accommodate as her breath hitched.
Her body clung tight to my fingers, holding them hostage in a warm, wet embrace that drew a curse from me.
“Fuck,” I marveled, staring down at the glorious, pink flesh that was swallowing my index and fuck finger, “It’s like that?”
She peeked back at me, biting her lip just so. That girl could have disarmed the devil with that look, but the way her lips parted when she started throwing her ass back and fucking herself on my fingers left me gasping like I was being born again.
“Jesus fuck,” I injected every ounce of admiration as I could into those two words as that hot satiny grip slid from knuckles to tips and back again, reglazing everything in its path.
“Feed me your pistol,” she breathily begged, summoning my attention, and knocking every ounce of sense from me.
“What?” I reached to palm her face with my left hand, and she tipped her head back and kissed my fingers.
Her tongue darted out and danced around my tattooed index and fuck finger, and I huffed in amusement when she drew them across her tongue and swallowed them, her lips coming flush with the barrel of the pistol, tattooed across my hand.
I drew my fingers back and worked a third into her tight pussy and was instantly serenaded. Her unintelligible sound vibrated off the fingers in her mouth as she squirmed, only to groan and relax after a few seconds.
“That beautiful body of yours was meant to take this. Look at you, you’re fucking gorgeous, Ro.”
I swear, she glowed under my praise, her body arching back to that artistic vision I was growing so fond of. She started making those desperate, needy sounds and throwing her body back like she expected me to stop her again.
“I’m gonna push you over and light you up, ready?” I murmured at her.
She moaned and bobbed her head. I drummed my fingers deep inside her, “I didn’t hear you.”
“Ye– yeah, yes!” she stammered between those tortured sounds.
I curled my fingers and her cheeks locked around my pistol tightly. She lost her whole rhythm with sucking on it when I violently drove her into back-to-back orgasms that left her screaming. I clutched her jaw with one hand and showed no mercy with the other. I didn’t stop until my wrist was drenched and her body was limp on my lap.
Chapter Ten
Lessons Learned
Roisin
My body was weightless. All the stress and chaos were driven from me by those glorious fingers of his. My brain was checked out, my body draped over him and my fingers lazing against the floor while I tried to make sense of the world again.
Had I ever been treated so?
This was how college boys made you feel after they gave it their all for twelve hours straight, and yet, I was fairly sure Ziggy hadn’t even taken his dick out yet.
“This isn’t because of Henny.” He kissed my shoulder, and I smiled, turning toward the sound of his voice, even if the words really didn’t mean anything to me yet, “It’s because you lied to me. Dishonesty is something I won’t have between us.”
I was somewhere between universes when his hand landed like lightning across my ass. It sucked me back real fast, and my lungs startled, trying to greedily grab every bit of air in the room as that unexpected burn set in.
