Romeo is sitting in his chair looking out the window, a tumbler of amber liquid in his hand. My heels click against the glossy wood floor, and butterflies flutter in my stomach as I waltz over to him in nothing but heels, my hair so long it covers my tits.
I step in front of Romeo, blocking his view. His right brow lifts, and he takes a sip of his drink.
Coming closer, I kneel in front of him and run my hands over his slack-clad thighs. My damn hands are shaken giving away my inexperience at this. He looks down at me, his eyes hooded with risqué intentions. Not breaking eye contact, I reach for his button and zipper, undoing his slacks and reaching in to fist his warm, silky cock. It’s already hard. He snatches my hand, stopping me and my heart lurches inside my chest.
“You don’t have to,” he whispers, but his face tells me he wants it.
“But I want to suck your cock.” My vulgar intentions makes his mouth part and he lets go of my hand. I may not be a pro at this but even I know every man wants to hear those little words.
Pulling it out, I hold it at the base and flick my tongue at the head. It pulses in my grip, and I slide my tongue down the long, girthy shaft. A musky salty taste filling my mouth. He growls, setting his drink down and cupping the top of my head.
I kiss the tip and then slip as much of him as I can into my mouth. He hisses, and I bob my head, making sure to keep the suction tight. I’ve never done this before, but I’ve seen other women do it. Girls blowing guards for special treatment back in the ring.
My jaw starts to ache, not used to the stretch, but I close my eyes and push through it. Sucking and licking. Spit dribbling down my chin and landing on his pants.
His hips rock, his fingers tightening into my hair. My clit throbs, knowing how much he’s enjoying it.
Just as I think he’s about to come in my mouth he jerks his hips back and slips from my mouth. He stands, grabbing me by the hips, he places me into his chair backward, my chest on the back of the chair, knees pressing into the leather seat, and my bare ass facing him. He leans over me, his hot breaths tickling my ear as he caresses my bare ass.
One hand on my left ass cheek, he slips inside of me. My head lolls back, my hair tickling my shoulder blades. He feels so good inside of me.
“Luna, your body is so fucking beautiful,” he mutters and begins to thrust into me hard.
His compliment turning me on even more, I can’t help the loud moan that slips from my lips. He’s fucking me so hard the chair moves across the floor. I want to tell him to ease up, but he’s hitting something just right at the same time. I curl my toes inside of my heels and bite at the leather of his chair. His hand slides around my hips and up over my breast, pinching my nipple. Like a blast of lightning, I fall into a pit of satisfaction. Squeezing my eyes closed, I see stars as I nearly hyperventilate coming through the orgasm. He growls, digging his hand into my skin as he comes, his nose in the back of my hair.
“Fuck, what are you doing to me, Flower?”
Breathing heavily, I don’t answer, because I don’t know what he’s feeling. I don’t even know what I’m feeling because I’m just starting to defrost and become human again.
His phone rings and I look at it laying on the floor. It must have slipped out of his pocket. He steps back, pulling up his briefs and grabbing the phone.
“Hello?” he answers out of breath. “Really?” His face scowls, his eyes locking with mine.
A tickle down my thigh snaps me back to the fact his cum is sliding down my leg. Stepping off his chair, I hurry to the bathroom to clean up.
Romeo
Hanging up the phone, I drop it onto my chair and zip up my pants. Seems Luna’s foster parents moved to Texas after they sold her and they haven’t had a paper trail since. They’re probably dead. People like that who come into a large amount of money usually spend it on drugs.
Looks like it’s just the trafficking ring, and then my father then.
With Luna in the other room, I take
