Page 33 of Rogue


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I can feel the wetness between my legs, and I wonder briefly if he can, too. But I’m beyond embarrassment with him. He has unraveled me and seen my soul. There’s nothing to hide from him now.

His fingers massage the outer lips of my pussy, and I groan with need. This time he doesn’t make me wait. He slides two fingers into my vagina and massages my G-spot, and my breathing becomes ragged as my fingers grip the sheets. Oh my God. So. Fucking. Good.

His oil-slicked fingers find the hood of my clitoris, and he massages it gently until my hips are churning, matching the circular torment of his finger. I want more. I want everything.

I have never yearned for anything the way I yearn for his cock in me, filling me and penetrating me all the way to my needy core.

“Please.” It’s a hoarse plea, but it’s all I can manage.

And then the broad head of his cock is at my entrance, teasing me as he barely pushes it into my needy sex and pulls it out again. After several times of this merciless torture, I’m almost in tears.

“Is this the punishment part? Because I don’t think I can take even two more minutes of this.”

“No, sweet girl, this is not the punishment.” He gives me an almost tender look as he grabs my calves and pushes my legs up so I’m almost doubled in half. He parts the cheeks of my bottom so I can feel the erotic stretch as he slowly enters me and I sigh. I have never needed anything the way I need Noah’s cock right this moment. He moves inside me, his thick shaft hitting my G-spot. In this position, he can penetrate me deeply, and every time he thrusts, his thick shaft stimulates that bundle of nerves, sending shock waves of pleasure pulsing through me. In seconds, I’m ready to come undone.

“Please, Noah. Please.”

He begins to drive into me, gently at first and then more intensely as I meet his demands with an appetite that startles me. Desire rages through me as his rigid cock batters me. I am consumed by a voracious need that has no words. Insatiable. I scream his name, begging him as the pleasure starts to consume me, but he just covers my mouth and fucks me harder.

Inexplicably, tears fill my eyes as the tension in me builds. There’s no reason or thought anymore, only this grasping, keen longing that fills every pore. It’s too much, too fast, too scary. I feel out of control, hurtling through this vortex of intense desire that threatens to obliterate me.

“Let go, baby. I’ve got you.”

His words set me free, filling my mind and my heart and my soul. Everything else recedes. The world spins away, lost to the galaxy, and I’m left with nothing but the deep darkness of my longing and the brilliance of a million tiny stars as, with my body and soul cradled in his hands, he pulls me over the edge.

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