Page 84 of Cruel Romeo

It’s slow at first. Just the tip, then a little more. Her tongue keeps swirling around my length, wetting it for better access, and fuck me, she was born for this. Born to take my cock in her pretty pink lips, to let me fuck her face and cum down her throat.

“Look at me,” I rasp.

Her eyes dart upwards. Her gaze locks with mine as she bobs up and down, taking me deeper each time.

“Good girl.” I stroke her head, then cup her jaw. “Open wider… That’s it. Nice and slow. Feel how hard you make me? How much I want to cum in that pretty mouth of yours?”

She moans around my cock, loud and shameless. Her lips sink lower, trying to take me deeper, until I hit the back of her throat and she has to pull back a little.

I’ve never been so hard in my fucking life. “Fuck. That’s it, baby. God, you should see how ruined you look like this. So pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

Sima moans again, a desperate edge to it. I can tell she wants to touch herself, but I’m keeping her hands full as it is. One around my balls, the other getting the rest of my cock that her throat can’t.

Not yet,I think to myself.But I’ll teach her that, too.

Her hands move with her mouth, stroking in sync. When her cheeks hollow out—when she starts sucking in earnest—I almost cum then and there.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth now,” I warn her.

Sima doesn’t move away. If anything, she just sucks me in deeper.

I grip her hair harder and push her down on my cock.

“Good girl. Just like that.” Her gag reflex struggles for a bit around the head, but I help her through it. Hold her steady for as long as she can handle, then pull her back again. “You can take it.”

Tears gather at the corners of her eyes. I give her a moment, see if she wants to stop while I’ve still got one functioning brain cell to pull out, but as soon as she’s caught her breath,she’s sinking on my length again, a look of pure determination on her face.

I set the rhythm, push her up and down my shaft. Then, once she’s confident enough in it to replicate it herself, I start thrusting into her mouth.

Her moans get out of control then.

“Fuck,” I grit. I’m so close I can taste it. But then I remember there’s somewhere else I’d rather fill her up right now.

I pull her off seconds before I tip over the edge. “Come up here,” I order.

She straddles my lap. I take in the sight of her: eyes glassy, lips bruised, throat abused.

Beautiful. So fucking beautiful.

I grab her panties and tear them right off.

“Ah!” Sima gasps, surprised. Then I’m keeping her hips still, pushing up inside her without warning, and her gasps turn fractured. “Ah—ahh?—!”

“So wet already,” I groan into her ear. “I haven’t even touched you yet, and look what a mess you are. So fucking perfect.”

“Petyr,” she whines as I fuck up into her.

“You’re going to ride me now,” I tell her. “And then I’m going to put a baby inside you.”

She lets out an obscene moan at that. “Yes,” she breathes as she starts moving. “Yes, yes,yes.”

She braces herself on my shoulders. Lifts her hips just enough to keep the tip in. Then she drops back down, hard and greedy, making us both groan at the deep, tight fit.

The pressure builds fast. Soon, I’m fucking up into her again, meeting her movements with perfect rhythm. “Petyr,” she stutters, “I’m gonna?—”

“Cum for me.” Wet, filthy sounds fill the room. I lick at her breasts through the lace, bite the nipples as they harden. “Let me hear those pretty noises.”

I slip a hand between our bodies, and she shatters.