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“Maybe, this whole look of yours is a front to hide your break-up, Rosy girl. You used the occasion to hide right in plain sight with a sexy costume.” I have her by the hips pushing her down, as I begin to rock her on top of me. “It’s a smart move, the folks believed you. But I’m not buying what you are selling.” I can feel the warm moisture her pussy is coating my slacks with.
“This,” I carefully glide a finger under the strap of her dress and pull it from her shoulder, “is a fake.” Rose hasn’t noticed but she is now the one grinding on me. “Isn’t that what you call them in your line of work? I don’t like fakes. When you are with me, I want it real and raw.” My lips are at her ear. “Completely bare.” My nose traces a path from her collarbone to her jaw. “Just like you, I can spot a fake from miles away.”
“A sex curator?” She scoffs.
“Uh-uh, not sex, Rose,” I correct her in a whisper, “pleasure. I am a specialist in curating pleasure.” She tries to keep her reaction from me, but the goosebumps my words raised are plain to see. She is resting the weight of her body on my now fully erect shaft, still rocking to my pleasure and hers.
“I saw the way you were looking down at me, you loved having my face between your thighs.” My hands are squeezing the heated skin right above her knees. “Not a fake.” A furtive gasp makes it past her open lips. “You know what else wasn’t fake? The way your eyes sparkled with my cock in your mouth.” I know she feels me pulsating under her at that juicy memory.
“You were in it for your pleasure as much as mine, Rosy girl. You swallowed me whole and let me come down your throat because you wanted to.” She is fisting the lapels of my jacket, using them for leverage. “You felt powerful. You felt like the fucking Goddess that you are. You never looked at your bland Ken doll the way you looked at me tonight.”
Rose pulls her full bottom lip into her mouth. She is trying to find the words to contradict me but can’t. Her fiery mane is an ocean of incandescent waves under the orange flickers of the fire. I can’t wait to lace my fingers in it and use it as reins.
“I will not dignify any of that with an answer. You are a stubborn son of a bitch who will twist anything I say to suit his fucking agenda for the week,” she accuses.
“Silence speaks volumes, buttercup. In this case, it’s a firm and resounding ‘no’.” We are caught in a spell, grinding on each other, having a fucking conversation on our parents’ couch.
“I didn’t say that,” Rose barks back.
I lift my back from the couch to bring my face up to level with hers. “You didn’t have to. I told you: I can spot a fake. The tight pencil skirts and crisp white shirts, that’s fake, Rose. You in a fucking sinful dress with no panties, that is the real you. The real you wants to be eaten out on a bathroom vanity, swallowing back her moans so the people having coffee in the next room won’t hear her.”
Again, silence and a sonorous gulp of confirmation. The living room only holds the crackling of the fire and Rose’s shallow breathing.
“Aren’t you the least bit curious, Rosy girl, what else I can do differently, better than Greg?” I am only using the fucker for effect.
“James,” her palms press on my chest as she pushes back, “we can’t do this.”
“We can. And we will.” My index finger runs a line from her chin down to her cleavage, nestling in the glorious wedge where her breasts meet.
“Don’t, Archer.” There it is, submission.
“Tell me to stop, Rose. I told you before, tell me to stop and I will.” Her lip is still trapped by her teeth. She is not the only one having trouble holding on to composure. I have gotten myself completely worked up. I need her now. She releases her lip, and I can’t help myself. My mouth is on hers with a hunger that catches me off guard.
Fuck. When my lips touch hers, my whole body feels it. An electric current so strong it makes my chest jolt into hers. Her lips are warm and just as eager as mine. I use my hold on either side of her neck to move her head slightly backwards and bring the kiss to a new level. I dip my tongue into her mouth ravenously. It wants to taste her, to consume her. I want her to swallow my air and use it as her fuel.
“Undo my pants, Rose. Now.” I leave no room for doubt. This is an order she has to obey. I expect to see hesitation, but she surprises me once more, and with perfectly steady fingers, opens my belt, button and zipper. She stops. She is waiting for me to tell her what to do next. Fuck. She is so perfect, and she has no clue.
“Pull my cock out, baby.” She slides a bit backwards so she can wrap her fingers around me, and she sets me free. Her fingers wrap around my stiff shaft and hold it steadily. Her pools of azure are set on mine, unwavering. “You are such a perfect little girl for Daddy, aren’t you? Doing exactly as you are told.” I am holding on by a thread, my voice comes out deep and raspy.
“Your pretty pussy knows exactly what it wants, Rose. It wants to swallow me whole. You are going to do as your pussy wants. Lift your ass and let it have me.” There is no hesitation. Rose doesn’t say a word, she doesn’t cower, she doesn’t run. She grabs my cock at the base and runs it up and down her slit, coating it with all her desire. I can still taste it on my tongue.
“Fuck, Rose.” My body slumps back into the couch, she looks like a nymph. Her beauty has no place in this world. The tip of my cock is at her entrance, she is grabbing it with her full fist, making sure it stays where she wants it, as she sinks down onto me.
“Jesus Christ.” Religion has no hold on me, but this is a religious experience, so close to heaven I might have just sprouted some damn wings. My imagination did her glorious pussy no fucking justice. Her tight, wet walls offer the perfect amount of resistance as I stretch her and watch her whimper in a mix of pleasure and pain. “Such a good fucking girl.” My palm lifts to slap the side of her thigh. Rose jolts at the light sting, the fire in her eyes burns brighter. She pushes on her knees and lifts her weight off me and drops back, in one move. “Ahh,” I grunt my ecstasy.
“Is this what you want?” She pulls out and drops again, “Or would you rather I did it slowly?” The self-satisfaction on her face tells me mine is full of wonder. Rose’s pussy releases me once more, except this time her descent is painfully slow. She is making me aware of her inch by inch. “Fast or slow, Daddy?”
Fuck. I could hear my restraint snapping the moment she used that five-letter word. I don’t reply, my mouth is on hers as her only answer, and my hips begin to lift off the couch. I am topping her from the bottom, holding her firmly in place with my hands on her neck.
Rose matches my rhythm, we are fucking hard, running after our ever-growing desire. On our parents’ couch.
I suck her tongue into my mouth and steal a moan from her throat, feeding her my words. “This is who you are, Rose. A fucking sex Goddess.” Her head falls back, putting her neck on full display for me. A damn canvas for me to put my mark on just like I did on her bare, silky-smooth pussy. I bring my mouth to it and trail my tongue all the way to her ear. I kiss my way down her jaw and suck her alabaster skin into my mouth. I use my lips, and finally my teeth to mark her.
The motion only makes Rose speed up, she is riding me, fully in control of her pleasure and mine. Fuck.
I settle my hands on her hip bones and help her maintain the pace. “I want you to take me inside, Rose. I want to fill you with my cum.” I will pull out if I fucking have to but a part of me will die a little. I know she heard me, her eyes are on me now. “I want you to come on my cock, and then I’m going to coat your pussy with my cum, Rose. Do you want me to?” There is one answer that will make me lose my mind and she knows it.
“Yes, Daddy.” That’s it. I’m done for.
