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“Ass.”
“Slut.”
Her eyes flash, and I catch the smile as she dips her head. “I’ll give you slut.”
“Counting on it.”
She starts to roll her hips, thrusting her lace-covered tits in my face, and a groan breaks free.
Another cocked eyebrow, and Rose slides off my lap, pushes my thighs apart, and dips in, breathing down on my covered cock before she moves back. She keeps going, getting closer and closer, her breath hotter and hotter, and it’s almost like being touched.
My balls fucking ache, and my skin’s prickling with need, like a fever I can’t sweat out. She unzips me, pulls my trouser fly wide, and sets her open mouth on my cloth-covered prick.
I almost come there and then, the pressure and heat and moisture like nothing else. It’s filtered by the fitted cotton, but it still takes everything I have not to push up into her, not to touch.
For a beat, I plan a murder in my head. Vicious, wild, beyond nasty. Who the actual fuck has she done this to before? Then I remind myself that no, she hasn’t. She’s instinctual, gifted, in tune with me somehow and what I like, what I desire, even if we haven’t done it, even if I haven’t ordered it. Rose is the original fantasy girl come to life. Better, because she’s unexpected. Mine.
She starts to suck on me through the underwear, and I curse. I want this to last, I want to stretch it out, to come buried in her throat, but she’s going to make me come here and now.
I shift my head to the wedding, to all the boring crap that comes with it. Marrying Rose isn’t boring or crap; no, it’s the shit that goes along with it. The event. She’s already fucking mine.
Thank fuck she stops right then, but the reprieve’s short, my cock so hard and swollen that it almost hurts when she peels back my underwear to wrap her cool fingers around my shaft.
“So big,” she moans. “Yummy.”
I stare at her.Yummy?I almost laugh. In that moment, Rose supplied the distraction I needed to stop from shooting my load.
Yummy.Fuck me. Fucking Rose.
“Are you laughing?”
“Only on the inside, Rose.”
She pulls at my cock, her tongue flicking at the head, under the sensitive edge, and that vindictive move’s enough for me to forget laughter, forget anything but the fever in my blood and Rose between my thighs.
“I’ll never get enough of you, Rose,” I whisper as she sucks me into her mouth, red lips stretched over my girth.
She comes up, taking me from her mouth to crawl up over me again, grabbing a fist of my hair and pulling. The sharp pain is welcoming, bringing the savage edge in me into life.
Licking my throat, she bites hard, then comes up to my ear. “And I’ll never have enough of you, Niko. You’re mine, and if you touch anyone else, I’ll kill them.”
I almost fucking come at her words. I’m throbbing, aching, almost bleeding for her. Honestly, I never thought I could fall more in love with Rose, but there it fucking is, right there.
“Do it, Rose. Suck my cock. Earn the money; make it last.”
She slips back down my body and gets to work, sucking me in, going all the way down to the root then all the way up, hard and slow, impaling herself on me. I want to hold her there, keep her face hard against my groin while I fuck deeper and deeper into the back of her throat.
But rules are rules, and these self-imposed ones aren’t meant to be broken.
She’s so good, so fucking good, that holding on is almost too much. She knows how to work me, how much pressure, when to use her hand, when not to, when to lick and taunt the tip, when to use her mouth as my own personal fuck toy. She uses her teeth, scraping a little harder than usual on the sensitive flesh of my shaft, and I buck up; I can’t help it.
The sizzle of heat in the base of my spine lights all the way up my cock as she dives down again, and fuck yes, she grabs my balls and squeezes.
“Like that, oh, fuck me, Rose…”
I come right then. I jerk up into her, spurting into her mouth and throat. I take her by surprise, so she dribbles some of the cum as she tries to pull back, and it’s so fucking filthy, I fall for her a little more.
I push her back, catching hold of her by the tie. “Oh fucking no,” I say, deadpan, “you screwed up, Rose. Time for punishment.”
