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“Romano,” she whimpers, “Please!”
I ignore her pleas. I fully intend to take my time. Her clit is swollen with blood and when I briefly swirl my tongue aroundit, she shrieks and tries to grind on my face, but edging is my specialty. Instead of giving her what she wants, I move lower and explore her slick folds, drinking in her juices until my face is wet with her arousal and my balls are so blue I’m sure they’ll never recover.
It isn’t until she’s trembling and almost crying with frustration that I take pity on her. When I suck her clit and graze it with my teeth she goes off like a rocket as her orgasm rushes over her. It’s beautiful to watch. I could spend the rest of my life making this woman come and never get bored with the spectacle.
I had planned to make her come several times first, but that’s out the window now.
I can’t wait any longer.
I need to be inside her.
Like now.
Chapter 7
Rory
Death by orgasm. Is it a thing? I feel like it should be. This is the first time a man has given me an orgasm and I’m in pieces. My brain has imploded inside my skull. I’m familiar with orgasms but I’ve never had one this powerful. Mostly they last a few seconds and feel nice. The orgasm Romano just gave me was nothing like my self-induced climaxes. The man deserves a gold medal. Two or even three.
I open my eyes to see him smiling at me, his handsome face shining with my release. I’d be embarrassed if I had any energy left. He unbuttons his shirt to reveal a hard, muscular torso. Is that a six-pack or an eight-pack? My god, this guy is ripped in the best way. He has a defined Adonis belt that points down to his…
When Romano unfastens his pants and drops his boxers I nearly pass out. His cock is hard and thick. I knew it was big from whenhe placed my hand on it earlier, but now I’m looking at it in the flesh, it’s terrifying.
How the fuck is that monster supposed to fit inside me?
It’s a genuine concern.
Asking for a friend.
Then he laughs and I realize I blurted some of my inner monologue out loud. Fuck my life.
“Sweetheart,” he says, as he fists his massive cock. “You’re going to take every goddamn inch of me and love every fucking second of it.”
He sheathes his cock with a condom plucked from thin air and looms over me. I can feel the heat of him pulsing at my entrance, then he’s sliding in, slowly and deliciously. The way his cock stretches me has me crying out. It’s been so long, and I’m not used to anything this big, but he doesn’t force it. No, he takes his time, allowing my body to stretch and accommodate his girth.
“That’s it, baby, relax. I got you.” The way he murmurs in my ear as his hand caresses my breast is almost loving. Not what I’d expect from a one-night stand.
There is a brief moment when I get a flashback of a large body pressing me into a soft mattress, but I refuse to go there. If Romano picks up on the sudden tension in my limbs, he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he pulls my thigh up and begins to move slowly, each drag of his cock exciting nerve endings I never knew existed.
This is a revelation. I figured the sex would be good. Great even. But it’s so much more. Romano murmurs filthy things in my ear. He tells me how he’s going to fuck me all night long, make me scream his name, and I believe him.
All I can do is hold on for the ride. Every time his cock thrusts inside me, he angles his pelvis so he rubs against my clit, and the pleasure ramps up again. I climb higher until everything explodes and my body throbs with ecstasy.
I think we’re done - at least I am - but no, he pulls out and flips me over so I’m on my hands and knees before driving back into me again. There’s no way I can come again, not after two powerful orgasms, but Romano reaches around and rubs my clit as he rails me.
My delirious cries bounce off the walls. Fuck knows what the people in the room below must be thinking, but I’m too blissed out to care. Against all expectations, I come again and Romano grunts hard as he follows me over the cliff. We collapse in a sweaty pile on the bed.
To my surprise, he disappears into the bathroom shortly after and returns with a warm cloth, which he uses to clean me up. Then he switches the lights off, pulls the covers up, and tucks me against his chest.
A little voice inside my head reminds me I’m supposed to be going home but it’s late, I’m exhausted, and it feels so damn good next to Romano.
?
Weak light seeps in through thick drapes when I open my bleary eyes, still half-immersed in a confusing dream where I’m caught in a surreal maze. Each exit leads to a dead end and the faster I run, the slower I move. It seems like an apt metaphor for my shit life.
My legs are all tangled up in expensive sheets. Romano is still fast asleep, stretched out on his back, with all his glorious muscles on display. If I was Roxy, not Rory, I’d stay in bed and enjoy whatever the morning brought, but I’m not. Roxy has no commitments whereas Rory most definitely does.
I have no clue what time it is. My phone is still in the clutch I dropped on the bedroom floor, so I ease my way out of bed, wincing at the soreness between my legs. The battery is on 10%, which is enough to call an Uber and get home. Surprisingly, I don’t have any messages from Mom, just one from Shona with lots of excited emojis. While I didn’t tell her much in the short text I sent from the car, she guessed correctly I left with a guy.
