41. Roses Are… Black
forty-one
Roses Are… Black
Vexen: 2024
S ome things you never forget. No matter how hard you try, they’re fused to you, almost like a second skin.
For instance, her hair always smells like SweeTarts. Her nose crinkles before she yells. She scratches at her thigh when she’s nervous. And, all the caramel in her sexy eyes fades to black when she panics.
“Breathe, rosie,” I whisper, climbing behind her on the bed, pulling her back against my chest. “You’re okay. We’re in your room. You’re safe,” I assure her quietly, letting her feel my calm breaths.
She draws in a couple of deep breaths and releases them slowly. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, cupping her face.
Gently, I force her hands away, taking them in mine. “Shhh, don’t hide from me.” Wrapping both of our arms around her. “I’ve got you, rosie.”
She exhales. “No one’s called me that in years,” she sniffs.
Resting my chin on her shoulder. “If I ever hear someone call you that, I’ll rip out their fucking throat.”
Her head falls back against my shoulder, and I feel her start to relax. “You’re so possessive.”
Nipping her earlobe. “Because you’re mine.”
She tries to hide her giggle, pulling away from me. “Says you. I don’t remember agreeing —”
I move quickly, letting her fall beside me on the bed as I crawl to hover over her, straddling her legs. “You yelled at me for bringing you black roses. I told you boys hated brats. You forced Hendrix to bring you to the house that night. What did you tell me?” I ask, holding her in place.
“Ick, we were four. How the hell do you even remember this shit?” she groans, wanting to hide her blushing cheeks.
Licking her lips, teasing her into submission. “Tell me, rosie,” I order.
Her eyes narrow beautifully. “I told you,” she starts, then swallows hard. “I was your brat, so you could never hate me,” she grits.
Rubbing her nose with mine, smiling at her bratty face. “I told you, I could never hate my rosie.” Nipping her pouty lip.
“You’re annoying,” she hisses, shoving my chest.
I sit up on my knees, bringing her with me, forcing her leather jacket off her shoulders, throwing it. She slips her shirt over her head, and I take it, throwing it too.
“No bra,” I tsk, forcing her back down.
She shakes her head as I move down her body, admiring every inch of her milky skin. Her eyes take me in as I stand at the end of the bed, taking off my jeans.
“Say it,” I order.
She bites her bottom lip, watching me crawl back between her legs. “You tattooed my name on your hand,” she mumbles shyly.
Glancing at the black rose inked between my finger and thumb. Meeting her eyes. “You’re mine, Onyx Rose.”
She starts to shiver when I run my hands up her smooth thighs, pressing her legs open. I lean over, tracing the bleeding heart with the tip of my tongue.
“Vex, please,” she moans quietly.
“Tell me what you want.” Trailing quick kisses across her belly to her other hip.
Her belly quivers. “I want you inside me,” she forces out nervously.
“I’m only asking once. Are you sure?” She bites her lip, nodding. “Tell me.”
My finger slips inside her. “Yesss,” she hisses, pressing her head back into the mattress.
I add another finger, stretching her, getting her ready for me. “That’s a good queen, relax. Can you handle three?” I ask, not waiting for her answer.
“More,” she purrs, squeezing my fingers, making my dick leak.
I move in and out of her slowly, taking my time and ignoring my angry dick, making sure not to hurt my virgin queen. I plan to be inside her beautiful pussy the rest of the night. Which can’t happen if I hurt her. So I’ll take my time, breaking her in slowly.
“Be my good queen and cum on my fingers,” I order, pressing into her deeper.
“Fuck,” she moans loudly, fisting the comforter, riding my hand.
Once she’s finished, I give her a second to breathe while I line myself up, pressing my leaking tip to her entrance. Our eyes meet, and I almost ruin everything at the feel of her wrapped around me. She’s absolutely amazing, satisfying a craving I’ve had my whole life.
Pressing against her core, filling her completely as I bite my cheek to remind myself to let her adjust to the fullness. My muscles coil, screaming at me to slam into her. A chaotic war rages inside me while I stare down at her heated caramel, begging me to take her.
She moves the tiniest bit, causing me to growl deep in my chest. “Who owns this pussy?”
She swallows her moan, licking her lips. “You,” she answers breathlessly.
My resistance breaks, and I know without a doubt I’ll end anyone who ever tries to take her from me again.
I drive into her over and over, almost going insane when she starts to meet each of my thrusts. “Be a good queen and ride my cock. Show me how you like it.”
She moans loudly, loving my praise. I move, kneeling between her legs, needing to see all of her. I grasp her waist tightly, pulling her on me, watching her ride me.
Drawing circles on her swollen clit. “Cum,” I grit. She does as I order, her pussy fluttering on my cock.
I explode inside her, filling her up, marking her as mine forever.
After she worships me in the shower and I’ve taken her against the steamy wall, she lets me carry her to bed. While I lay beside her, her finger trails over the tattoos on my chest.
“If you didn’t chase me in the woods. Who did?” I hear her whisper in the darkness before my eyes slide shut.