Romeo (Dark Knights MC/Blood Fury MC: Crossover)

Chapter 25

Chapter Twenty-Five

As Romeo watched Maddie take her time peeling off the little she wore, he slowly stroked his rock-hard dick.

When she was finally naked, they stared at each other from only a few feet apart. The distance might as well be the width of the Allegheny River. She was too fucking far away, and he was dying for her to be pressed against him. Despite that, he first wanted to appreciate the woman before him by using only his eyes.

He’d get to touch and taste her soon enough.

Her breathing shallowed and a flush worked its way up her chest into her cheeks when her heated gaze followed his fist sliding up and down his hard length.

Her hair draped loosely around her slender shoulders and was long enough for a few stray strands to fall across her full tits. Both her puckered nipples and the anticipation of tasting her cunt again made his mouth water.

The chili had been damn good, but if asked, Maddie would be his preferred meal.

She was so fucking tempting .

And too damn addicting.

Normally, if he was interested in a woman, he simply turned on the charm and it usually didn’t take much effort to get her exactly where he wanted her. If she ended up being a pain in the ass, he quickly moved on and turned his attention to the next woman who caught it.

Plenty of warm, slick pussies existed out there. No reason to work too hard to get one.

If he struck out, he could easily text a sweet butt to come see to his needs. But right now, he didn’t want a club girl. Fuck that. Everything he wanted tonight was within his reach.

He was damn sure he’d get tired of Maddie sooner than later. That was always the way for him. Normally, one night with any woman was more than enough.

On the rare occasion, a woman might last more than one fuck as long as she didn’t have a damn pie hole that flapped needlessly, and constantly spewed a bunch of bullshit, giving him a headache.

For him to even consider being with a hookup more than once, she had to be top fucking notch. Give him a mouth so skilled it could suck the cum directly from his nuts and a pussy tight enough to cut off the circulation to his dick.

Since Maddie had neither, he didn’t “get” his abnormal obsession with her. Especially since this was the third fucking time they were naked together.

What made his gut twist was the fact he had zero urge to scrape her off. He wasn’t experiencing the choking of an invisible collar around his neck or a cock ring on his dick. The second he felt either tightening the slightest, he was bolting out the door.

But fuck him , right now the urge wasn’t to run, it was to stay .

However, that wasn’t what disturbed him the most about this whole fucking thing. It was the fact he had the urge to possess her. To protect her.

To claim her as his.

For fuck’s sake , he couldn’t even say that was weed talking. He was stone-cold sober. He had to be broken.

Or something.

He’d worry about that shit later. After he fucked her. After he chowed down on that sweet pussy. After he heard his name cross her lips when she came. After he blew his load deep inside her.

Sex was the only reason he should be at her place. Not to give a fuck about what happened at Smith’s after he left.

Her “Something wrong?” detoured him from the path of doom. Thank fuck. Because if he kept traveling down that road, he’d be jerking on his clothes and truly sprinting for the door.

Even before he got to fuck her.

The problem was, if that happened, he’d end up in his own bed obsessing about her all night. He’d also have a chafed dick and blisters on his hand.

Reality wasn’t always better than imagination. But in Maddie’s case, it was. He knew that for sure because he tested that option.

A few times.

“Only fuckin’ thing wrong is that my face ain’t covered in your pussy juices yet.”

A ragged breath slipped from between her parted lips. “Well, we can right that wrong.”

“Sure as fuck can. By you sittin’ on my face.”

“That’s going to be hard to achieve with you standing there. I’m not a gymnast.”

“Easy fuckin’ fix.” It was time to get this party started.

Stepping closer, he wrapped his fingers around the back of her head and pulled her into him for a thorough kiss. One that made her melt against him, because, fuck yeah , he had some damn skills.

When he was done, he rounded the bed and climbed on. Two seconds later, he was sprawled out on his back. “Hop on.”

He smoothed down his beard as he waited for her to follow him onto the bed. It had to be a great mattress since it hardly moved when she climbed on and straddled his head.

His senses went into overload with seeing her perfect little pussy just inches from his face. He caught a whiff of how aroused she was, too. He closed his eyes and inhaled even deeper.

Best fuckin’ perfume ever. It wasn’t fancy or expensive, but definitely his favorite.

Now he needed a little taste.

When he opened his eyes, he met hers for a second before grabbing her hips and pulling her down.

“Am I crushing you?”

His answer was to bury his nose and tongue in her cunt to get the full experience.

Goddamn perfection.

When he alternated fucking her with his tongue and sucking on her plump folds, it didn’t take long before her thighs began to tremble as well as squeeze his head.

When he sucked on her clit, she rocked her hips.

When he blindly reached up, found those hard as fuck nipples, and twisted them, she ground her cunt harder against his mouth.

She could smash that bomb-ass pussy against his face until he passed out from a lack of air, and he wouldn’t give a shit. He’d think he’d died and went to heaven. But as soon as he came to and found himself still on Earth, he’d be ready to chow down again.

Romeo wouldn’t deny it, both oxygen and pussy were a requirement for him to live. After that, everything else needed in life was a distant second.

If he was stranded on a deserted island, he might miss his sled and brothers, but the fuck if he could go without a woman for more than a few days. He might as well dive off a goddamn cliff headfirst into the rocks below.

Life would no longer be worth living.

A bit fucking dramatic? Not if it was true.

Her fingers wrapped around his head, and she began to ride his face as if she was a drunk country bar patron and he was a mechanical bull.

“Rome,” she groaned.

Hell yeah.

His name, her moans, her whimpers were music to his sandwiched ears.

It didn’t take long before her fingers dug even deeper into his skull and she shot upward, dislodging his mouth when she came. He quickly jerked her back down so he could taste the results of his efforts. He couldn’t lap it up fast enough.

Fuck yeah. She was definitely ready for his dick.

His face and beard were a mess, and he didn’t give a fuck. Wearing her arousal was a badge of honor.

Not every woman liked getting her pussy eaten.

Not every woman could come like that just from getting eaten out.

Thank fuck Maddie was not every woman.

While that should be a good thing—and not troublesome— it only made him want her more. And to do it again.

That was not normal for him.

None of this was fucking normal .

He released her hips and tipped his head back so he could breathe easier. When he saw her eyes were still closed, her head drooping forward and her lips parted, his erection twitched to remind him that it was impatiently waiting.

Soon , he told it silently. Gotta wrap you tight first.

For fuck’s sake , he should’ve thought of that before they both got naked.

He stared up at the woman still straddling his head. “You got wraps within reach?”

He wasn’t sure if he wanted to hear that fucking answer. If she did, that meant he wasn’t the first man in her bed. In this apartment, at least.

If she said no… Then he’d have to get his ass up and grab one from his wallet.

For some reason, he preferred the second option.

Inconvenient? Fuck yeah.

Worth the fucking hassle? No doubt.

He clamped his teeth together to avoid saying shit that would piss her off and end the night too damn soon when she stretched as far as she could to reach the nightstand and yank open the drawer.

He guessed that was his answer.

After a quick glance at the box when she removed it to see if it was sealed or open, he closed his eyes.

He didn’t want to fucking know. It would only piss him the fuck off.

Just the thought of someone—other than him—sliding into that warm, wet pussy would make him want to shank someone. Slip that blade right between the ribs. Maybe even twist it a little. And once they were down, he’d keep them there with a boot to the throat.

What the actual fuck ?

Now he was pissed at himself for letting that shit bother him.

Yeah , none of this was fucking normal.

He should go. Free himself from whatever the fuck was happening before it was too late and he couldn’t free himself at all.

Who was he shitting? His ass wasn’t going anywhere.

Especially once Maddie pulled a condom from the box, ripped it open and settled herself once again by straddling his gut. Her wet pussy smeared along his skin as she worked her way further down and across this throbbing dick. She didn’t stop until his erection was in front of her, giving her easy access to roll the wrap down his length.

He was damn pleased that she took the initiative. Women who didn’t lift a damn finger during sex were always one and done for him. With those, imagination was always better than reality.

Once his dick was gloved, she held it straight up.

Fuck yeah , he definitely liked a woman who took the initiative. Not only did she ride his face, she was about to do the same with his cock.

And the fuck if he was going to stop her. Hell no. He would lie back and enjoy every damn second of it. She could set the pace, and he could watch.

Hearing her “Ready?” had him lifting his gaze from where she held his dick to her face.

His dick was rock solid in her fist. “Any doubt I am?”

She smirked. “I figured consent was important before I just… climbed on?”

“Don’t gotta ask, just—” He groaned out a, “ Fuuuuck ,” when she lined him up and sank down on his dick.

She stilled when she had him buried as deep as he could get. “You feel so much bigger in this position. ”

Say what? “That good?”

When she wiggled like she was testing him out, he bit back a groan.

“You’re a bit much like this,” she admitted.

He grinned. “Sounds like a good thing.”

“Bigger isn’t always better,” she shared.

“Ain’t gonna convince me of that.”

With her bottom lip caught between her teeth, she planted her hands on his chest and leaned forward. Most likely to relieve any discomfort. “Okay,” she breathed. “That’s more like it.”

Hell yeah , it was.

“Going to move now,” she warned.

“My dick ain’t an airport. Don’t gotta announce it, just?—”

His thoughts became scrambled, and he forgot what he was about to say when she did what she said she would do. She moved .

And he was there for it.

Up. Down. Back. Forth. Round and round.

She rode him slow. She rode him fast.

She paused at the top. She paused at the bottom.

Somewhere along the way, he lost the little bit of sanity he normally clung to. Because she was driving him crazy.

Not that he gave a shit because it was worth it.

The only problem he had was, he wasn’t sure where to focus. On her expression? Her tits bouncing wildly? His dick disappearing and reappearing over and over as she turned back into that drunk wannabe rodeo queen?

She became so damn soaked, her arousal began to drip down his dick and gather at the base.

Watching her made him lose his damn breath. Watching her made his chest ache. Watching her made him question his life’s fucking choices .

All of them.

Hold the fuck on… What?

Yeah , he was losing his shit, and it was all her fault.

Did she have some magical pussy or something?

That had to be it. She put some bullshit spell on him.

He was pulled from his whacked thoughts when she dug her nails so deeply into his chest, he swore she drew blood.

He didn’t give a fuck about that, either.

Since her pussy was pulsing around his dick, she had to be close to coming.

Then she threw her head back and slammed down on him, grinding him even deeper as the ripples of an orgasm squeezed and released him to the point he almost shot his load right then and there.

He clenched his teeth to keep his shit together since it was too soon to finish. He wanted more of what she was willing to give.

With a long moan, she collapsed on his chest, her heavy breathing rapid and her thumb trailing back and forth over his nipple.

It was time to take over.