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Romeo fisted her braid, making her stomach clench as she moaned against his navel. He pulled something out of the waistband of his pants, holding it between his fingers, the packet glinting gold under the lights: a condom. Jules moaned again, her body clenching instinctively when she thought about him rolling it on that thick cock and fucking her.
Then he pushed at his pants, forcing them past his hips, and Jules forgot everything else as she eagerly tugged them down, wanting him as naked as she was. He was commando, and she couldn’t hold herself back. She swallowed his cock hungrily, stroking him and taking him as deeply as she could.
Romeo let out a low growl, his hold on her braid tightening. Jules let him guide her movements as she sucked him, submitting to him when she hadn’t for others. She’d always enjoyed doing this, tasting a man, teasing him, controlling his pleasure, but it was different with Romeo. She respected him. She loved him. His pleasure was important to her, and if dominating her like this turned him on, it turned her on too.
It more than turned her on; it drove her wild.
Jules was so aroused she couldn’t help but slip a hand between her legs, desperate to ease the throbbing ache. All the while she sucked him, letting Romeo force her to take him deeper than usual. Both of their limits were still being pushed, the envelope split open by the connection they shared. Everything took on a surrealistic, red haze. The sexual hunger colliding with the endorphin rush that came from extreme physical exertion, making Jules feel euphoric as she knelt in front of Romeo and got off on pleasuring and serving him.
She was moaning, the sound of it muffled by his cock, and Jules realized she could come just like this. As if sensing it, Romeo tugged her braid, forcing her to release him.
She growled in complaint, reaching for him, but he fell down to the mat with her and grabbed her hand when she fought to touch him.
His eyes were vibrant, commanding, brooking no argument, and Jules bit her lip rather than complain. Then he brought her hand to his mouth, his gaze still holding 190
hers captive, and sucked on the fingers she’d been touching herself with. Her breathing was harsh and irregular, and she was almost dizzy with the rush of need as she watched him relish her essence.
Romeo released her fingers with a pop, his gaze darting down to the mat. “Put it on me.”
Jules followed his gaze, finding the condom he must have dropped. She snatched it up and used her teeth to open it.
He fell back in seisa position once more, his ass resting on his ankles as he offered his cock up for her. Jules rolled the condom on and then crawled onto his lap. Too hot for him to down her enthusiasm, she boldly grabbed Romeo’s dick and guided him inside her.
Her mouth fell open, a silent moan trying to fight its way past the pleasure as he slowly stretched and filled her. It felt so incredible that Jules couldn’t wait until she was fully seated on him before she started rocking her hips, craving the friction of their bodies moving together. Romeo’s wide palms were on her back, holding her, supporting her as she rode him.
Jules threw her head back from the rising bliss, and Romeo dragged his tongue up the long line of her exposed throat. Then he used his hold to force her farther back, exposing her tits. Jules found her voice then, gasping from the electric shock of pleasure when he sucked one nipple into his mouth, his teeth tugging lightly. With his cock buried deeply inside her, she flattened her hands against the mat and let him feast on her tits, still a slave to his will.
Jules was sweaty and light-headed with the bliss, breathless from the teasing as Romeo’s mouth relearned her body, running from her nipples to the curves of her breasts and back up the sensitive arch of her throat. He licked and tormented until Jules thought she’d die with the need to come.
With Jules tinkering on the edge of insanity, Romeo’s warm breath moved up to her ear, his voice low and edgy with desire as he asked, “Do you want it?”
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“God, yes,” she moaned.
“Beg me,” he said with the hint of a challenge, as if silently daring her to do it.
“Beg to ride me until you come, Juliet.”
“Please,” she whispered, pride obliterated under the weight of her need. “Let me, Romeo. I need it.”
“Well, if you need it”—Romeo used his impressive strength to pull her back up, supporting her weight as his hands moved up the center of her back—“then do it.” Jules gripped his wide shoulders and rode him, using his cock brazenly. She buried her face in the curve of his neck, clinging to him as the pleasure simmered, rising higher and higher until choked, broken sobs were bursting out of her.
Both of them were sweaty now, the slide of skin against skin easier as Romeo rode the wave with her. His body grew tenser, the muscles under Jules’s fingers tightening as the friction and passion pushed them closer to the edge. Suddenly he grabbed her braid, forcing her head back, and kissed her like a man starved. His tongue pushed past her parted lips, making her think Romeo was looking for an escape from the inevitable, but it was already a pointless battle.