Free Star-Crossed by Kele Moon

slacks. She licked her lips as she eyed the outline of his dick, hard and straining for freedom.

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    “Let’s see it,” she said, still smiling broadly. “Skin for skin, that was the deal and that’s all I got going here. There ain’t nothing left to show, only what my mama gave me.”
    Jules even kicked at the edge of the comforter touching her calf, pushing it farther down the bed to make sure all of her was visible in fear of him welching on their deal.
    Jules was an admirer of fine male bodies, and they didn’t get any finer than Romeo
    “The Gladiator” Wellings.
    Romeo laughed at her antics and shook his head. “Not exactly timid, are you?”
    “Not a day in my life,” Jules confirmed. “Bold is my middle name.”
    “I like that,” Romeo said, his voice low and husky with desire as he studied her sprawled out on the bed, hair fanned out over the white pillow, long legs bent, spread apart eagerly. He even tilted his head to eye the thin, blonde strip of hair between her legs. “You really turn me on, Juliet. I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman who turns me on like you do.”
    The sincerity of that statement rang true enough in Romeo’s voice to cause a shiver of anticipation to wash over her. Jules stared at him, suddenly fighting to breathe past the fresh onslaught of desire. The teasing was done, replaced with a white-hot rush of longing that seemed a thousand times stronger now that she was naked and waiting.
    Jules held out her arms, and Romeo quickly undid his pants. He pushed them past his hips and then stepped out of them before crawling into bed. Jules wrapped her arms around him. She slid her fingers up the smooth, hard muscles of his back before tangling in his hair. The feeling of his warm, powerful chest against her bare breasts was amazing, and Jules instinctively brought his mouth to hers, needing to connect with him. He still wore those tight, ass-hugging black boxer briefs that made him look like a male model, but Romeo took over the kiss, pushing his tongue past Jules’s lips before she could think to complain about the barrier between them.
    Romeo was heavy, crushing her to the bed as he got lost in the meeting of their mouths, in touching her and exploring Jules’s naked form as she wrapped her legs
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    around him and tightened her hold on his hair. She opened wide to his domination, letting him claim her mouth in the same wild, demanding way she wanted him to claim her body.
    She arched her hips up to push them against his cotton-covered erection impatiently. Jules tried to slake the pulsing lust in the kiss, but it boiled over quickly as they moved against each other like horny teenagers, trying to get off on friction alone.
    She was burning for him. She’d never felt so empty, so needy for that full feeling of a thick cock stretching her. She reached down to cup his firm ass. She forced him tighter against the vee between her thighs, digging her nails into the muscular cheek to make her point.
    Romeo groaned in response and broke the kiss. Panting, he leaned over to kiss her neck, licking his way down the line of her collarbone. “I promised you my mouth.”
    “Forget it. Don’t worry ’bout it.” Jules moaned, still shifting against him because his large body felt so good over hers. “I just want you in me. Trust me, I’m gonna come without it.”
    “But I like it, Juliet.” His voice was taunting and sincere at the same time. “The taste of a woman gets me off.”
    As if to prove his point, he leaned down and laved his tongue over the pebbled, pink tip of her breast. Jules’s breath caught as she watched him do it, mesmerized by the way he used his tongue before sucking the tight nipple into his mouth. The pleasure went straight to her core, making her entire body jerk from the intensity of it. She let her legs fall away from his hips, parting to him in a silent invitation Romeo took.
    He moved down her body, his large hands wrapping around her thighs,