She stepped out of them, one foot, then the other, and kicked them off to the side. She straightened slowly, completely naked now. And fuck if she didn’t look like every fantasy I’d ever had come to life right in front of me.
Even if no one had sent her my way, she was still a threat to me. A threat to my self-control. A threat to my sanity. The way her body was shaped blew my mind. Her proportions were burned into my memory.
This woman was perfect. And then she turned around, and I realized there was a level above perfection. I didn’t know the name of it. I just knew she was on that level.
That ass!
Every time I saw it, I forgot how to think. I forgot that I was a well-educated man from a crime family and suddenly became a drooling voyeur. Unable to help myself, I scooted my laptop to the side and turned it so I could keep my eyes on her and she could keep her eyes on me.
I slid my sheet down and gripped my cock as she climbed onto her bed, giving me a beautiful view of her ass.
“Fucking you from behind is going to feel so damn good,” I groaned, gripping my cock tighter.
Her chuckle filled the air as she positioned her pillows how she wanted them, then lay back on the bed, propped up, facing me.
“Looks like you’ve gotten started without me,” she cooed. “Bad, bad Romeo.”
“I couldn’t help it,” I admitted.
“Why do you still have your mask on, handsome? I already know what you look like.”
I smirked, hand sliding up and down my cock lazily.
“As long as your mask stays on, so does mine,” I countered.
“Booo,” she cooed, drawing a slow circle around her nipple, the R charm catching the light. “At least take the glasses off,” she added, voice dipping lower as her palm glided across her abs.
“Do you not like my glasses?”
“I love your glasses, Romeo. And when I finally get to ride that dick, I want you to wear them while I fuck you.”
Damn. I trailed my thumb across the tip of my cock, precum leaking. With my free hand, I removed my glasses and set them on the bed beside me. Both of her hands were on her body now, roaming over her chest and abs.
“What does the R charm on your nipple ring stand for?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
Being the little tease that she was, she rubbed a hand over her breast, cupping it, thumb grazing her nipple as she toyed withthe R charm. I wanted to replace her thumb with my tongue so fucking bad.
“Oh, this little thing?” she asked, flicking her forefinger against the charm, making it dangle. “This R stands for romance.”
“Don’t play with me, Juliet.”
Her chuckle filled the air. “You already know what it stands for. Why ask?”
“Because I need to hear you say it,” I confessed.
“Romeo, this R represents you. Just like right now, my hands represent yours, lover. Tell me what you want me to do with them,” she said, cupping both of her breasts.
“Keep them where they are for now,” I told her. “Spread your legs, let me see that pretty pussy.”
She obeyed, planting her feet flat on the bed, then parting her legs. I swallowed, stroking my cock.
“Lift your hips and gyrate against the air. I want to see that pussy in motion.”
Juliet obeyed, lifting her hips and rolling her body in a way that had me pumping my cock faster, wishing I could feed this cock into her pussy until I was buried to the hilt in her.
“Faster,” I ordered.
And again, she followed my instructions, moving her body faster, her hands kneading her breasts. She was a sight to behold, a sinful fantasy I wanted to get lost in. She rolled her body like she was actually being fucked.
