Page 328 of Romeo

“How bad?” I curled my fingers, finding that spot that made her back arch. “Tell me.”

“Bad,” she gasped, her voice shaky. “Really bad, Jasper. I want—” She paused, swallowing hard.

“Don’t be shy, Cher. I want to hear those dirty words on your lips.”

Fiona may have given birth to a child, but she was so fucking innocent. She was also fucking bold; she just needed permission to do it.

She closed her eyes as the blushed deepened. “I want you... to fuck me.”

The words came out rough and uncertain, but they were hers. Not performed. Not scripted. Just honest need.

“Hard?” I asked, my voice low and rough.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”

Fuck yes.

I withdrew my fingers and positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock nudging against her wetness. Every instinct screamed at me to slam inside her, to take what was mine, but I forced myself to go slow. To savor this moment.

I pushed in inch by inch, watching her face as I stretched her, filled her. Her mouth fell open, her eyes fluttering closed, and I felt her body adjust to accommodate me.

“Eyes on me, baby,” I commanded. “Want you lookin’ at me when I’m inside you. Want you to see who’s fuckin’ you. Who owns this pussy.”

Her eyes snapped open, locking with mine, and I pushed the rest of the way in, bottoming out. We both groaned at the sensation. She was so tight, so hot, gripping me like a vise.

“That’s it,” I growled. “Take all of me. Every fuckin’ inch.”

I pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, then slid back in. Hard. Just like she asked for. Her cry of pleasure was music to my ears.

I set a brutal pace, pounding into her, the headboard banging against the wall with each thrust. My hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as I fucked her. Claimed her. Made her mine in the most primal way possible.

This pussy, this body, this woman—all mine. No one else would ever touch her. No one else would ever make her feel like this. I’d make sure of it.

I could feel her tightening around me, her orgasm building. I reached between us, finding her clit and rubbing tight circles. She cried out, her hands twisting in the sheet.

“Come for me, Fiona,” I ordered. “Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel it.”

Her body went rigid, her pussy clamping down on me as she came, screaming my name. The sound of it, the feel of her coming apart beneath me, nearly sent me over the edge. But I wasn’t done with her yet. Not even close.

I pulled out, ignoring her whimper of protest, and flipped her over onto her stomach. I grabbed her hips, pulling her up onto her knees, ass in the air. Perfect. This position let me go deeper, let me take her harder.

I lined myself up and thrust back inside her in one smooth motion. She was even tighter like this, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from coming right then. I’d had nothing but my hand for almost a year.

“Fuck, Fiona,” I groaned, my hands gripping her ass, spreading her cheeks so I could watch my cock disappear inside her. “Look so good takin’ my cock. So fuckin’ perfect.”

I fucked her harder than before, my hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. The sound filled the room, mixing with her moans and my grunts. Primal. Raw. Exactly what I needed.

One hand slid up her spine, tangling in her damp hair, and I pulled, arching her back, making her take me even deeper. She cried out, pushing back against me, meeting me thrust for thrust.

“That’s my girl,” I praised. “Take it. Take everythin’ I give you.”

My other hand came down on her ass, the sharp crack of the slap echoing. She gasped, her pussy clenching around me, and I did it again. And again. Watching the pale skin turn pink, marking her.

Mine to touch. Mine to fuck. Mine to mark.

“You like that?” I asked, spanking her again. “Like it when I mark this perfect ass?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. “Yes, Jasper.”