Rome
“This shit is so fucking good,” Janelle moans, her cadence thrown off by the smacking of my hips against her ass. She sucks in a breath, exhaling harshly.
We’ve been going nonstop since she showed up at my door late last night. We’d only gone one day without me being inside of her, and it was enough to have us ravenous for each other when we finally reconnected.
We got up, brushed our teeth, and showered with the intention of starting our day but somehow, we ended up back in this bed with her face down, ass up.
“I should punish you for trying to keep this good pussy away from me, J.”
Her walls grip me tight at that declaration, pulling a groan from the depths of my stomach. This woman is a damn succubus.
“Oh, fuck. Yeah, punish me, Rome. I deserve it.”
I push her down, forcing the arch in her back to deepen so far that her face sinks into the mattress. I grab her leg and hike it up to meet my waist, plunging deeper into her pussy. She lets out a string of words that sound more like gibberish as I pound into her. I grip a handful of her ass, kneading it firmly, but when she surges her hips forward, trying to run from me, I let go of her ass to pin her back in place.
“Nah, don’t run. You wanted this, J. You deserve it, right?” Another slew of gibberish. I fold my body over hers to trail kisses down her spine. “You like how I punish you, J?”
“Yessss,” she screams.
“You gonna keep this pussy from me again?”
“Noooo,” she moans, her mouth full of bedsheets.
“This mine, J?” I ask, lifting her leg higher.
“Yes!”
“Say that shit.” She whimpers in response, yanking on the sheets with a death grip. “I can’t let you come’til you give me the words, baby.”
She plants her palms on the bed and using her wobbly arms, she lifts her head up. “It’s yours, Rome. All yours.”
Her words wash over me, giving me the strength of a thousand soldiers. With a sinister smile on my face, I lower her leg and reach my hand around to rub her clit. Her clit hardens under my touch and her breathing accelerates with her impending orgasm. Soon, I feel the familiar sensation of her milking me completely as she shouts my name.
“You think you’ve been punished enough, J?”
“Mmm, yes,” she groans, completely out of breath.
I shake my head, tightening my grip on her before I lower myself onto my side on the bed. I never break our connection; I simply lift her leg on top of mine so I can keep stroking her deeply. “Nah, I don’t think so.”
“Rome,” she cries.
“Yeah, keep saying that shit. I love how you say my name, J.”
“Rome, you fucking demon, ooh fuck.”Her voice runs out of steam as I stroke her into oblivion.
“You always talking all that good shit, J.” I run my hands along her stomach, up to cup her breasts. I’ll never get tired of the way her body feels. The way her breasts fit perfectly in my hands, the soft feel of her stomach, the smooth expanse of her thighs.
I can’t walk away from this woman.
I hear her swallow a gulp of air as she steadies herself to start throwing her ass back at me. “Because I can back it up.”
“Oh yeah? Come on this dick then. Since you can back it up.”
She throws her arm out to catch herself when I meet her thrust. She sucks in a breath and lets it out to say, “You know the rules, Rome. Make me.”
“Bet.”
With that, I push her leg off me and straddle her hips to plow into her. Any other words she has to say die in her throat, melting into nothing more than whimpers.
