My Dark Romeo: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance(68)

“In your dreams, asshole.”

No point in telling her she played a leading role in my nightmares. To my dismay, my cock did not share the sentiment and pulsated between us.

She looked down, licking her lips. “Fine. But I’m doing it for him, not for you.”

Dallas dropped to her knees, her hazel eyes avoiding my grays. She wrapped her hand around my cock, and I swear I almost came on her face right there and then.

The confidence she displayed, despite her sheer inexperience, did me in.

Another woman—basically any other girl of religious breeding and zero flight hours with sex—would ask for directions or apologize in advance for what might be a lackluster performance.

Not my wife.

No. She existed in her own little universe. A universe in which I, and every other man she captivated, orbited around her.

Shortbread studied my cock inch by inch, not a care in the world that there was an angry, impatient man attached to it, before swirling her hot, wet tongue over the crown.

I tipped my head back, suppressing a grunt.

“A bit salty,” she commented, then proceeded to, astonishingly, nibble on my cock.

Her lips moved along the shaft, half kissing, half licking, as she grabbed it by its root. It was so erotic, so authentic, all I could do was stare in wonder.

“You smell good,” she observed, seemingly to my cock, not me, pulling back to look at it again.

Then, just when I was about to fall to my knees and beg her to suck me off, she opened her tight mouth, covered my shaft, and gave it a long, greedy suck.

Fuck.

Fuck, shit, goddamn, fuck.

All my good manners flew out the door as Dallas serviced me in front of my window. I planted one hand on the glass and laced the other in her lush chestnut hair as she tried to take more and more of me.

She made happy noises throughout, driving me over the edge, to the point where I knew, disconcertingly, that my knees would buck and I’d come like a preteen after ten seconds if she didn’t stop.

I yanked her back by the hair, refusing to lose face. “On my bed.”

On my bed?

What in the ever-loving fuck was I asking her? No woman had entered my bed since Morgan—and not by coincidence.

Sensing this as a once-in-a-lifetime invitation, Shortbread scrambled to her feet and bolted to my mattress. That train had left the station, and it had no brakes to speak of.

I shoved her down so she flattened against my duvet, head propped up on two of my pillows. Climbing on the bed, I bracketed her with my thighs, grabbed onto the headboard, and positioned my cock in front of her mouth.

She stared up at me with pure exhilaration. I was trying to punish her, and she was legitimately going to ask for seconds.

Unbelievable.

“I’m going to fuck that smart mouth of yours now, Shortbread.”

Any other woman would at least pause to think about it. Eight inches long on a six-inch girth wasn’t child’s play.

But Shortbread just opened her mouth wide. “Okay!”

I slammed into her, hitting the back of her throat. She made a choking sound. Her eyes watered.

I studied her for a second, unmoving, waiting for her to push me away. In a signature Shortbread move, she clutched my ass, drawing me closer to her.

Once she grew accustomed to the size in her mouth, she peered up at me beneath a dark curtain of lashes. Excitement leaped from her eyes.

My heart beat so fast, I thought it’d rip itself from its arteries and fall into oblivion.

I pulled out, then slammed into her mouth again.

Then again.

And again.

And again.

Soon, I was fucking her mouth without mercy.

Without a care for our surroundings.

Without a care for the fact that, in doing so, I gave her everything she wanted.

The springs of the mattress squeaked. Dallas moaned, peppered by my grunts. Noise cloaked every surface. Yet, I wasn’t half as triggered as I normally would be.

Each time my cock met the back of her throat, my balls tightened and I was sure I’d bust my load.

Dallas suckled and licked, each movement hungry, taking every inch of me like it was her favorite meal. If this was the way I reacted to her mouth, what would happen if I ever took her cunt?

“I’m going to come in your mouth, and you’re going to keep it, open your mouth nice and big, gurgle, taste, and then—and only then—swallow it. Am I understood?”

For all her disobedient ways, when it came to the bedroom, she was surprisingly good at following directions. She nodded enthusiastically.

I thrust into her mouth faster, harder, and deeper. Tears ran down her face. It gave me pause that I didn’t like seeing her cry, even when I knew it was not from sadness.

My orgasm was a thing of beauty. It had been far too long since I’d climaxed in a woman’s mouth—in a woman, period.

The amount of cum I ejaculated into her was astonishing. Enough to fill a damn Venti. Cum leaked from the corners of her lips down to her lovely throat and full tits.

I pulled back, watching her stare at me expectantly. “Open your mouth.”

She did.

More cum poured out of it. White and thick.

I swiped my index finger along the corner of her lips, taking a few drops and rubbing them against her strained nipple. The rest of the cum I gently tucked back into her mouth.

“Gurgle on it, sweetheart.”