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Romeo had a perfect dick. It wasn’t as long as Sin’s or Enzo’s, but it was fat and I loved every second of him inside of me. Loved when he let me fill my mouth, pussy, or hands with every inch of him until he came with a grunt that sounded like my name.

He was always so in control that I felt superhuman whenever I made him lose it.

Kinda like now.

His hips bucked, fucking his dick into my mouth until I gagged. “Goldy…your mouth. Fu?—”

Words failed him and I took the opportunity to cup his balls and overwhelm him with even more sensations.

I choked on him, saliva leaking from the sides of my mouth and down my chin, but I didn’t stop sucking him. I hollowed out my cheeks, holding him with a vacuum-like grip and hummed in the back of my throat. The sensations made him jerk against me, freeing his hands from my hair while he switched to moving my head back and forth along his shaft.

“Fuck…yea…just like that, G. Shit.”

Pretty soon, he gave up on trying to talk. The only sounds he made were husky and tinged with a mix of pleasure and desperation.

Desperation for me and everything I was making him feel.

That sent a heady flood of confidence coursing through my veins and I increased my pace, sucking him faster. Sloppier. My jaw was stretched so wide, my lips grazed his pelvis. If I had on mascara, it would be smeared against my cheek along with my tears. But since I didn’t, I just stared up at Rome, my wet lashessticking to my cheeks as I let him have his way with me. His sculpted abs flexed, contracting with every pump of his hips.

The sloppy sound of my mouth on him joined the muted sounds of his workout playlist because his headphones had fallen at his feet a few songs ago, forgotten while he got lost in my obsession with him.

“Get up, G. Please…get up…don’t…wanna come yet.”

The labored breath between each word further inflated my ego, but I freed him, my lips releasing the suction I had on him with a pop.

I stood up, just for him to immediately drag me behind him to the nearest wall. He pressed my back against it, dropped to his knees and bunched my sundress up around my hips.

“Put your legs on my shoulders, Goldyn.”

“Huh?” I couldn’t think past anything but his hot breath on my sex. I was pulsing and soaked with my need for him.

Instead of repeating himself, Rome grabbed my right thigh and hoisted it on his shoulder. Then he did the same thing with my right one. A low growl left his throat when he breathed in my arousal, his nose brushing my clit til I ground into him, my hips moving on their own accord.

I didn’t understand his need to have my weight pressing down on him like this while he ate me out, but then he stood up, and I went with him, my upper body suspended in the air while his face burrowed between my thighs, licking and sucking and fucking me with his tongue.

My breath hitched.

My legs shook.

My eyes rolled back.

I was going to suffocate him. I knew it. There was no way he could breathe like this. And yet, there was nothing I wanted to do about it.

His tongue lapped up my slit, swirled around my clit and sucked me into a state of delirium.

When I opened my leaking eyes again, I had an aerial view of the gym, my gaze falling on the state of the art equipment before Rome’s moan against my clit hijacked my attention. The brush of his rough facial hair against the inside of my thigh was enough to fixate on, but that moan. Oh, my god thatmoan.

Both of his palms had a handful of my ass as he held me against the wall, but then he dropped his left one, pressing his fingertip against my asshole.

Rome didn’t stop tongue fucking me while his finger pushed past the tight ring of muscle.

My senses heightened.

My body tingled from head to toe.

And I shed real tears as I came with a low cry against his probing tongue.

“Roooommmeo.”