Romeo The Mafia Casanova

I forcefully yanked her head back farther, claiming her lips. Winning this power struggle between us. Working on my button and zipper, I was unable to get them open fast enough. Pulling out my hard cock, I aggressively stroked it back and forth while I crudely tore the bottom of her dress up her thighs.

My hand went to her throat and the other on her hip, gripping hard. Applying ample pressure to both. Wanting to mark her body the only way I could. In one hard thrust, I was deep inside of her.

“Fuck,” I groaned loudly against her parted lips as she hissed into mine. Crying out but not saying a word.

I dug my fingers into her hip bones, thrusting harder with more determination. There was nothing sweet about what we were doing.

It was primal.

Heady.

Angry fucking.

With every thrust inside her, the mass of my body movement inched her a little higher. Savoring the feel of my mouth claiming hers, her pussy throbbing against my shaft, and her G-spot pulsating along the head of my cock. Over and over again.

“I’m going to come,” she panted as I quickly pulled out only long enough to turn her to face me; our eyes locking as I drove in and out of her a few more times. I abruptly pulled away, needing to look into her eyes.

Spiraling out of control in a frenzy from the feel of our mouths and bodies colliding. Coming together for the first time. She could feel it as much as I could. It was lingering in both of our chaos.

Each thrust.

Every moan.

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I carried her up by her ass, making her straddle my waist before I fucked her up against the wall. A picture crashed to the floor and shattered. Her heart was beating as fast as mine. I kissed her passionately with everything left inside of me. Needing her to understand how much I loved her and hated that I had to let her go.

“Ah! I’m going to come…”

Desperately and deliberately, I wanted to fuck her out of the depths of my soul.

“Open your eyes. Look at me,” I demanded.

“No.”

I mercilessly pounded into her, harder and faster. My balls were drenched from her wetness. The slapping sound of our skin-on-skin contact echoed in the suite.

“This what you wanted, Eden? Me to fuck you? Huh? Answer me!” I seethed, slapping her ass.

“I’m going to come…”

“Open your eyes while you come on my cock.”

“No.”

“For fuck’s sake. Look at me!”

She closed her eyes tighter.

“Eden, look at me.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because I can’t say goodbye to you.”

I slammed into her, using her hips as leverage. Making her keep up with my vigorous pace. Never once letting up on my ruthless thrusts.

“You’re going to have to, baby. This ends tonight. Now, look at me.”

“Romeo, I’m going to come…” she breathlessly panted, fighting back my truths and tears. She cried out, squeezing her thighs with her release. Clamping down on my dick.

A growl escaped from deep within my chest, taking me right along with her. Our bodies went lax. Our thoughts running marathons, mimicking our fuck session that happened out of pure anger and desperation to feel some sort of connection.

Both of us were fully aware this truly was the end of our torrid love affair.

I reveled in the brief feeling of her in my arms, knowing I fucked up. I shouldn’t have come here. I shouldn’t have kissed her. I shouldn’t have taken her like she was mine, to begin with. She was my brother’s, and I would forever remember this moment for the rest of my life. This was where I let her go.

“Red, please look at me.”

She slowly lifted her gaze.

Tears already swelling her big blue eyes.

I needed to kill her to live without her.

So I said the very thing I knew would do exactly that. I lied. “I don’t love you. I only came here to fuck you.”

She froze, and I stared profoundly into her solemn gaze.

Finally ending us once and for all, I hurt her for the last time…