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Rome ate me through my orgasm, his finger pumping in and out of my ass.

When my thighs stopped shaking, he lowered me from his shoulders to his waist.

He leaned in, claiming my mouth in a kiss that tasted like me, and pushed his dick inside me so smoothly, I gasped from pleasure and surprise.

“You thought I wasn’t coming in this pussy, G?”

He wrapped me in his arms, so my back didn’t collide with the wall while he pounded into me.

Rome smirked when my mouth fell open.

His strokes were shallow and teasing. Then deep and soul-shattering. The unpredictable rhythm knocked the little sense I had in my head loose.

I needed him as deep as he could go. Until he touched my soul and signed his name.

Romeo rotated his hips, driving into me like a man possessed.

“You like playing with me until I shut you up with this dick, huh?”

“No.”

“Then what you call that stunt you just pulled?” He withdrew then reentered me with the unhurried finesse of a man who knew how much power he held over me.

And when he stilled inside of me, walked us away from the wall and then used my hips to fuck me up and down his length, I knew my fate was sealed. There was no coming back from the way he was fucking me. I was ruined.

“I wasn’t playing. I just wanted…you.”

His hips surged forward, stealing the rest of my vocabulary.

I was begging.

I was moaning.

I was coming.

“Fuck, G.” Romeo’s voice cracked and he held me against him until I felt him swell inside of me and his dick jerked against my tensing walls before filling me with cum.

I couldn’t help the way I ground against him, milking him for every drop. The action prolonged my own orgasm and made Rome bite down on my shoulder.

“You something special, you know that?”

A teasing smirk curved my lips as I caught my breath. “Should I let you get back to your workout?”

“Fuck that workout,” he grumbled. “You wanna take a shower with me?”

Nodding, I let him carry me down the hall to the guest room. He wasn’t wearing any clothes but if he didn’t care, neither did I.

We made it to the bathroom in twelve steps, his longs strides purposeful.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He cradled my face, his touch gentle after fucking me so hard.

Caressing from my thighs up to my waist, Rome set me down on the floor and pulled my dress up over my head.

He took a step back, tipping his head to watch his cum trickle out of me, onto my inner thighs.

“And so fucking mine.”

My project lead,Cris, walked up to me the next day with an unreadable look on her face.