Page 25 of Enemy of Ours #1
“My only girl. I knew you would taste so fucking sweet. Just like honey. I need to taste your cunt; let me make you feel good.” His tone is a purr of seduction with a hint of pleading, like he’ll die if he doesn’t get to eat my pussy with his wicked tongue.
“Yes. Please. Yes,” I beg, my voice needy and breathless as I talk against his mouth, not wanting any space between us.
“Thank fuck.” He inhales deeply, tugging my head back farther until I’m staring up at the glass dome as he licks and bites down on my neck.
My lips feel swollen from his kisses; each time I gasp from pleasure and bite my lip, I’m reminded again and again how good he feels.
“Let me hear you, Kitten. Don’t hold back.
” He licks along my shoulder, pushing aside my jacket and the strap of my nightgown, then repeats this action on the other side while kissing across my collarbone.
He sets me back on my feet, pressing me against the wall with paintings on either side of us as he towers over my small frame.
The only sounds I can hear are our breaths mingling together, the blood rushing in my ears, and the fabric of my silk nightgown hitting the ground.
I suddenly feel exposed and self-conscious about being naked in front of him while he’s still fully clothed.
I start to cross my arms over my chest, but he presses his hard body against me until I can’t move.
“Don’t. You are exquisite. A piece of art I would stare at all day long.” His voice sounds reverent, as if he is awed by the fact that I’m actually standing naked in front of him and letting him touch me.
I feel beautiful for the first time in a long time.
He leans down and presses his lips hard against mine, like he can’t control himself. Knowing I’m the reason he’s losing some of the hold he has on his control does something to me. I feel powerful, like a goddess.
“Please,” I beg as I pull away from his mouth, not sure what I’m asking for, but I can’t stand the pressure building between my legs without moving against his body.
He groans deeply in his throat and sinks to his knees in front of me, startling me.
I begin to speak, but my words are interrupted by a sharp gasp that transforms into a moan as he grips my leg and positions it over his shoulder, leaving my thighs exposed.
I can practically feel his gaze on me. It’s so hot and intense that my hips start twitching, begging for any form of release. I don’t have underwear on under the nightgown so he can see how wet I am, my thighs coated with shininess.
“I hate you.” I whimper, trying one last time to make it convincing, but failing. I grab a fistful of his thick hair and buck my hips when I feel his hot breath blow on my pussy lips.
“You're beautiful,” he says with a possessive growl, and it actually makes me believe him.
That’s the last thing he says before he leans his whole face into my pussy, spreading my labia with his thumbs to open me wider.
He flattens his tongue and licks from one side to the other, exploring me oh so slowly that I feel like I’m losing my mind.
He makes my wet pussy even wetter with every flick.
I can feel myself unraveling, arching against the wall and closer to his mouth.
He nudges my swollen clit with his nose, and a hungry groan escapes his parted lips as I start grinding against his face without feeling self-conscious.
It feels too good; I don’t want it to end.
I can literally hear how wet I am; the noise is almost embarrassingly loud in the space around us if I cared.
“That’s it, my good girl is going to come all over my mouth, aren’t you?” His voice vibrates against my pussy, making me let out a small shriek. “You want my finger, Pet? To stretch out your tight cunt for my big, fat cock?”
Pleasure consumes my body; I never knew it could feel this good, especially when he twirls his tongue over my clit at a pace that builds up faster and faster until my pussy is literally weeping down my thighs and covering the lower half of his face.
He pulls away for a second before diving back in with enthusiasm, devouring my pussy like a starved man.
The sensation of his mouth and tongue, the way his beard is rubbing up against both of my thighs with a twinge of pain…
I’m seconds away from coming so hard I might just black out.
”Oh! God, yes! Right there!” I can’t stop moaning, my voice getting more vocal and loud as he flicks his tongue on my clit and slowly inserts his middle and index fingers into me knuckle-deep.
”God isn’t licking your sweet pussy, Pet. It’s Romeo. Now fucking say it as you scream,” he demands, panting against my pussy opening before swiping his tongue in a broad lick all the way to my clit.
His lips suction around my clit suddenly and suck hard as his finger drags against my G-spot, making me feel like I’m losing my mind each time he touches the same spot.
I’m gone. Completely drifting away as my body shakes with pleasure and I come against his mouth. For a second, everything disappears until I hear the distant sound of screaming before I realize it’s me, and it gets louder when he sucks harder.
”Romeo!” I shriek, my body jerking and grinding against his mouth as liquid squirts from my pussy again and again, soaking the lower half of his face and chest, pooling on the floor.
I slump against the wall, drained, and whimper as he licks up my mess around the opening of my cunt. It isn’t long until I’m tapping his shoulders because it becomes too sensitive for me to bear.
“More. Give me one more,” he demands, his voice gruff as he gives my clit a parting kiss before he pulls away, but he keeps his fingers inside me, unmoving.
“I can’t. I-I didn’t even know I could do that…” I shake my head, gasping as he drags his two fingers out slowly, sending shocks through every nerve ending, and shoves them in roughly a second later.
“You will, Pet,” he says in a command, emphasizing his point when he smacks my pussy with the next withdrawal, sliding his finger back in easily and holding still to grip my whole pussy in the palm of his hand. “This is mine. Say it.”
“No.” I moan brokenly, barely holding myself up on weak and unsteady legs.
”I do love a challenge, Kitten,” he says in a devilish tone, standing up quickly and removing his hand from my body just as he slides his arms under my knees and between my shoulders. “Hold on tight; I’m not done with you yet.”
He picks me up, carrying me bridal style, and strides out of the room in quick steps. I smile to myself, experiencing an exhilarating sensation as I caress the hair on the back of his neck, causing his chest to rumble with pleasure.
”You're killing me, Iris. God, you look fucking perfect in my arms. Pert nipples are just begging to be sucked; your breasts are bouncy and, oh, so fuckable.” He groans in the back of his throat and walks faster.
I would be embarrassed being carried naked around an unfamiliar place, but I feel like I belong in his arms, as if it’s not the first time he’s carried me.
I cannot focus on where he takes us; all I can think about is his hands on my body, leaving me breathless with each orgasm.
I’ve become obsessed, but it’s nothing new when it comes to Romeo Messina.
He’s been the only one I ever thought about for three years, hating him while loving him and in denial.
I’m still furious at him… I probably will be for a long time.
Not many men would build a gallery like he did, something that would take a lot of time and thoughtfulness.
.. and money. No. Romeo is a different breed of man.
Romeo, who is possessive and obsessed, has been keeping a watchful eye on me for three years.
I’m still having a hard time wrapping my mind around that.
He did it without my permission, but he’s not one to ask permission when he wants something.
He takes it. The thing about me, though, is I want to be taken and put first above everything else.
I want someone to choose me, just me. I want someone to be by my side when life feels like it's on fire, to hold me when I can't hold myself up, and to calm my mind when it wants to freak out.
My person. My only. My protector.
That could be Romeo, but I still don’t trust him. I’m fucking terrified of what’s happening between us, but it feels right and oh so good. As if I’ve known him my whole life, and I can just be myself around him.
Maybe I can open my heart and finally leave the past where it belongs… in the past.