Sweet Rome

After I had stripped her bare, Mol couldn’t open her eyes. I had no idea if it was nerves or fear. She was perfect to me, and there was absolutely no need for embarrassment, and it wasn’t something I would tolerate, not from her. She was too perfect to be insecure.

Gripping her hair, I ordered, “Open.” I had to see those big golden eyes.

But she couldn’t. Tugging on her hair even tighter, I said sternly, “Open. I won’t ask again.”

She did, and all I saw was desperate need shining back at me.

Crushing my lips to hers, I took her full breast in my hand, pinching at the nipple, f**king dying at the noises slipping from my girl’s throat. Picking her up, unable to wait anymore, I threw her on the bed and practically ripped off my clothes down to my boxers, my throbbing c**k now completely controlling my mind.

I pressed my skin to hers, rubbing, grinding, and loving every damn minute. This feeling was so different than ever before; it meant everything to me. My hands were frantic as I gorged on her tits, sucked on her ni**les, and fingered her wet pu**y until she arched off the bed, screaming.

It was too much. I needed to be inside her, deep inside her—I’d never wanted anything more in my entire life.

Staring at Molly, in a moment of pure friggin’ love, I pressed my head to hers. “I’m going to take you now. I’m going to show you what you mean to me, how much I want you, and show you that you’re mine. You get me, baby?”

“I get you, Romeo,” she replied with that sweet damn smile that she reserved just for me.

My smile, my girl… my f**king life.

Standing, I stripped naked, watching as Molly’s eyes took me in, running her hands over her br**sts, her thighs contracting in need. Moving over her once again, I locked her head within my arms, kissing her slowly, my c**k twitching against her warmth. I stood to get a rubber when a small hand landed on my arm. “Romeo, what—”

“Condom.” I pointed to my jeans on the floor.

“I’m on the pill,” she said nervously.

Fuck. She wanted me raw, skin on skin. She wanted me to come inside her and make her completely mine.

“Baby…” I could barely speak, feeling halfway to insane, needing to have her moaning beneath me, clawing at the skin of my back, out of her mind with pleasure. I’d never ridden bareback before, but damn if it didn’t crazy turn me on at the thought of taking my girl that way.

“Please…” she croaked, meeting my eyes. “Romeo,” she whispered, “I just want you, nothing in the way.”

I was so done.

In a second, I smothered Molly with my body, my dick seeking out her entrance.

Almost shaking with nerves, I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her full lips. Taking advantage of the distraction of our kiss, I pushed forward, slamming into her pu**y to the hilt, throwing my head back, neck bulging with the strain of being wrapped inside her tight center.

Expelling a long moan, Mol wrapped her legs around my waist, shifting as I pounded into her furiously, biting, scratching, and hissing, “Romeo… God… I can’t take it… It’s too much…”

“Yes, you can, baby. You’ll love it. This is us; this is how we should always be.” Her eyes rolled back as I switched the angle of my thrusts and hit the spot that had her groaning, gripping my ass, and raking the f**k out of my back.

She wasn’t coming yet. I wanted more.

Taking back control, I pulled out, catching the shocked disappointment on her face. Smiling at her despairing frustration, I said, “Now I’m going to make you scream my name.”

Pounding forward as hard as possible, we both screamed at the sensation and, closing my eyes, I murmured, “Fuck, you feel amazing.”

My breathing was labored and I reached up with my free hand, gripping the headboard.

“Grip my arms,” I growled into her neck.

Molly did exactly what I said, and I lifted my chest, using all my strength to hold tight onto the post of the headboard and push harder, Mol’s satisfied cries and hard grasp on my biceps driving me even further.

“Do you like it, baby? Do you like it this hard?”

“Yes. Yes…” she cried as I tilted my hips, my pelvis now working against her clit, her golden eyes rolling back, and her tight pu**y clenching so hard it felt like it would snap my cock.

I was getting close, but so was Mol, and there was no way I wasn’t going to make her come first. I pushed harder, seeing her eyes widen and her cheeks flush—she was at the brink.

“Let go, Mol. Let go now,” I ordered through gritted teeth, the fragile wood of the headboard almost splitting under my clenched fists.