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“Why are you doing this to me?” he whispers.

My brows furrow, and I release my grip. “I’m going to need clarification on what you mean.” I search his eyes that are giving me no answers, though neither is that tasty fucking mouth. “Rome?”

He steps around me, fisting his hair. “I was fucking him and content. Then you come along, and I hate myself because I like how rough you are with me. He was always so placid, but you’re…”

“Dominating.” I grin.

He sighs and drops to the end of the bed, placing his head in his hands.

I step in front of him, lowering to my knees. His lips part, and I can’t tell if the expression on his face is shock or desire.

I grip his face and kiss him again, swallowing that adorable whimper. He exhales a ragged breath as his fingers thread into my hair, sending a tsunami of desire down my body as I trail hard kisses across his cheek and shaven jaw. His touch temporarily immobilises my lips against his neck while I gather myself again.

Slowly, I slide my hand over his thigh and grip his steeled cock over the fabric, using the friction.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathes.

I hum against the butterfly tattooed on his shaking chest and push him to lean back, then lick and kiss his stomach with so much force, my lips begin to hurt as I tug at his waistband. He instinctively lifts his hips for me to rid the fabric from his body, and his loud gulp curls my lips when I grip his cock.

I watch, bewildered at the pleasured expressions he makes while I stroke him.

“You want my mouth, baby?”

He nods tensely, his cheeks brightening against his fair skin.

I arch a brow.

“Yes,” he groans.

I drop my head, letting the saliva already pooled in my mouth fall from my lips to coat him.

“Shit,” he groans as I roll my hand to spread it and then drop my head, sucking him into my mouth. He whines through his teeth, trying to push my head down.

Sucking back to the tip, I flick my tongue just to fuck with him and go back down as far as I just had. I do it over and over until he growls and applies more force, trying to get me to take more. My cock aches as I trace a pulsing vein with my tongue and suck harder and deeper, until he hits the back of my throat.

He chokes, pulling at my hair when I swallow. “Fuuuck.”

Just when he hardens, I suck back to the head and remove my mouth completely to suck and lick his balls. I’m sat back on my haunches, completely lost in the addicting taste of him. Up, down, left, right, I’ve no fucking clue what’s where. I’m trying to keep my own eyes straight.

He leans back further, the duvet balling tighter in his fist, and I train my hooded eyes on his face. One, because I want to see how erotic he looks. Two, I need some sense of fucking direction.

When his heavy eyes catch mine, his jaw drops further, eyes rolling back with his head.

A fucking God.

I flatten my tongue, licking back to the tip, and suck him into my mouth.

“Jesus Christ,” he groans.

I quicken my movements a little, working harder and faster, saliva dripping from my mouth and down his cock to wet the blanket.

“Fuck, Rain,” he growls through his teeth.

I suck him to the back of my throat and swallow, the sloshing and slurping steeling him in my throat.

“Shit,” he breathes. “I’m going to—F-Fuck.”

That’s it, baby. Fall apart just for me.