[𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞]
Once lovers, now enemies, but their love was stronger.
Milana Levine used to be one of the most well known assassins in New York, maybe even in all of the US. Known as Demise, even her title sent a warning. She wasn't one...
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XXVII
*SMUT WARNING*
"Look at you, still dripping with cum like a slut. You belong to me now." He states, a serious and dark look plastered on his face.
He talks so dirty. I hate how much I love it.
I turn my head to him and blow a piece of hair out of my face. "Stop talking." I reply, pushing him down and instantly wrapping my fingers around his cock. I seal my lips around the head, flickering my tongue against him.
He instantly sucks in a breath. "Oh thats it. Good girl." He calls out. His words only make me suck harder, my tongue working the sensitive tip of his dick. I speed up slightly when I hear a catch in his breath, tightening my grip.
"Fuck." He moans, balling my hair into his fist whilst tilting his head backwards. I pump his cock harder and follow the motion of my hand with my mouth. Suddenly, his dick twitches and I squeeze the base, stopping his orgasm with my fingers.
"Don't fucking stop." He says, when he's realised what I've done.
"That's more like it. Beg for more." I demand, he tightens his grip on my hair and pulls it slightly, sending a sensation of pain through my body.
"More, fuck. Your body's mine. I don't want anyone else's hands on you." He says.
Haha yeah. We will see about that.
I loosen my grip right as I slide my lips down his length, taking him all the way into my mouth. His jagged breathing is the first sign he is close. I squeeze my tongue against his cock with the first twitch of an impending explosion. Hot jets of cum hit the back of my tongue as I swallow greedily.
"Holy shit." He moans, breathing thickly. I let him catch his breath for a moment before meeting eyes with him. He gazes at me, sits up, and pulls me closer to him.
The way he looks at me is far from hate.
"You're such a fucking slut for me, Milana. My slut." He says as I look down at his lap, eyeing the already half-hard cock between us. With that same peculiar look on his face, Marco cups my face and draws it do his, kissing me roughly. He bites my lip as I spread my knees wide, letting the tip of his cock rub over my clit. I lean in close, whispering into his ear.
"I can show you mercy... And so much more, if you want it." I say seductively.
"Fuck, God I want it. I wanna do everything to you and you know it." He whispers in my ear. Every bit of my body aches, yearning to be filled with his hard cock. I look at Marco, all chiseled muscle and deadly grace, and the need swells within me again.
I position myself over him, facing him as I straddle his hips, hands against his chest. With one hand, he repetitively slaps his cock against my pussy, teasing it. I thrust my hips forward, rubbing my wetness against him and taming some of my pleasure. My clit glides over his tip and he grabs my waist, speeding up my movement.
