Chapter 16
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Wells
Stockings Stuffed With… Panties
I’m convinced that Rosalie has absolutely no fucking clue just how sexy she is. Not the slightest idea of how badly I want her. Of what she does to me.
And that somehow makes her even sexier.
The look on her face as I set her down is a mixture of surprise and anticipation.
“Want me to stop?” I murmur, holding her gaze as I sink to my knees in the water, never once looking away.
She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth, which is red and swollen from my kisses, and shakes her head. “No.”
“Good girl.”
Her eyes are dark and filled to the brim with lust as I slide my palms along the tops of her thighs, spreading them open wide, giving me an unobstructed view of her satin-covered pussy.
The fabric is drenched, plastered tightly against every inch of her lips.
The sight of her clit peeking out through the fabric makes my cock twitch.
“Apologies for this,” I say as my fingers slip beneath the band of her panties and twist.
Her brow creases in confusion that I quickly clear up by yanking hard, tearing the satin clean from her lush body and tossing them out of the hot tub.
“Holy shit, Wells.” Her words are breathless. “You just… ripped my freaking panties off me.”
“I’ll buy you another pair. Hell, I’ll buy you fifty just so I can keep tearing them off you, Sugar.
” I chuckle, my gaze slowly traveling down to the space between her thighs, and I suck in a sharp, stuttering breath.
“Christ, Rosalie,” I rasp as I take her in, every inch of the most perfect pussy I’ve ever laid eyes on.
“You look like you were made just for me. Every single thing about you. I’m fucking starving for you. ”
When I glance back up at her, her cheeks are flushed bright pink, the same shade as the blush covering her tits, her chest. She’s peering down at me with hooded eyes, her dark lashes damp from the steam, looking like a fucking goddess.
From my position kneeling between her parted thighs, pretty pussy on display just for me…
I almost lose it, blowing in my goddamn briefs like I’m a teenager who can’t get control of myself.
For fuck’s sake.
It’s her.
There’s something about her, something that I had no clue I wanted so badly until she walked into my life. Now, she’s in my head, all around me, and I can’t get enough.
I’m not sure how it’ll ever be enough.
Once this is done, this fake bullshit, how am I ever going to go back to being just her neighbor? Someone she says hi to on the street when passing by, not the man who gets the honor of devouring her like this.
I shouldn’t even be thinking that right now—hell, at all or ever—but I can’t stop the thought from filling my head.
The air surrounding us is tense and thick as I hold her gaze steadily, never wavering as I bring my mouth inches from her pussy.
“Do you think you can be a good girl and do what I say?”
A smile plays at her lips as she nods.
I look down at her pussy, her arousal glistening in the low light, and fuck, I can smell how wet she is.
My cock is fucking throbbing.
“I want you to keep your hands on the edge of the hot tub, and don’t let go. If you let go, I stop.” Using my thumbs to part her pussy lips open, I look up to see her manage another nod.
And then, I flatten my tongue and drag it through her pussy, ass to clit, in a slow, unhurried motion as I taste her. I’m unable to hold back my groan, the sound vibrating against her slick skin. Because fuck.
Rosalie Sullivan tastes like mine.
Sweet and so fucking delicious, just the way I imagined, only so much better, and Christ, I want to drown in her.
I want every drop from her cunt on my tongue until she’s a panting, writhing mess. And only then will I fill her with my cock, my hands gripping those curves like they were made just for me, because fuck, they were. I’m convinced of it.
“The sweetest pussy. Like fucking candy.” The irony isn’t lost on me as I rasp the words, my eyes finding hers up the length of her perfect body.
When I wrap my lips around her clit and suck, her head lolls back onto her shoulders, a breathy whimper tearing out of her as she arches her back and thrusts her hips toward my mouth.
Her responsiveness only makes me more desperate for her, and I press my face into her pussy and eat it like a starved man, circling her clit with my tongue, flicking and lapping at the nub until she’s gasping for air, her breathy little moans reverberating around us.
“Wells… Oh God,” she pants, her fingers slipping into my hair. “That’s…”
My lips curve against her pussy, and I stop, pulling back to look up at her, one brow arched.
Her eyes slowly flutter open when I do, those pouty lips parted, ready to protest.
As much as I love feeling her fingers buried in my hair, tugging hard on the strands as she attempts to ride my face, the hot tub is wet and slick, and I don’t want her to fall, even if I’m holding on to her.
“I thought you were going to be a good girl, Rosalie.” Her eyes flare with desire and also annoyance, and I chuckle as she squirms. “I don’t want you to fall, Sugar. Now, hands back. I want to lick your pretty little cunt until you come all over my face.”
With one last heated look, one that says how much she likes it when I say these filthy things to her, she obeys. The second her hand finds the edge again, I dive back in, lapping at her pussy.
Using two fingers, I circle her entrance, teasing as I suck on her clit before slowly slipping them inside her.
Holy fuck, she’s so goddamn warm and wet, clamping down around my fingers as she moans unabashedly, the sound washing over me in waves and making my balls draw up tight.
So fucking perfect. When I hook my fingers along the front wall of her pussy and stroke in sync with my tongue’s assault on her clit, her soft, thick thighs crash into me as she attempts to close them.
I can feel her tightening, her body already prepping for climax, so I let go of her clit and pull back, my fingers stilling inside her.
I want to tease her, build up her orgasm until it’s an out-of-body experience, until I ruin her for anyone after me. Edge her until she’s to the point of no return.
“W-why did you stop?”
My breath fans on her pussy, blowing a gust of cold air, and she trembles, tightening her legs around me.
“I want you to come on my cock, Sugar. I need to be inside you.” I stand, her gaze dropping down to my cock, which is hard as fuck, straining against the wet fabric of my boxers.
Her eyes widen, and she grasps her bottom lip between her teeth before finding my eyes again, pupils blown wide.
“I can’t do what I want to do to you out here without worrying if you’ll get hurt. ”
“Yes, please.” The words are breathless.
Tossing a leg over the side of the hot tub, I step out, nearly hissing as my cock brushes against the side.
I stand beside her, trying not to focus on the way her tits heave with each ragged breath, every heave of her chest. I want to suck on those pretty little nipples until they’re raw from my lips and my beard.
I slip my arms beneath her and pick her up bride-style, all while she squeals, telling me to put her down. But I ignore her.
“Quiet. I want to carry you,” I say, bringing my lips to hers to silence her. I manage to get the door open without breaking the kiss, and I step inside, using my foot to shut it behind us and walking directly toward the fire.
Carefully, I lay her down on the plush rug and step back, letting my gaze roam. Her skin looks golden from the warm glow of the fire painting every inch of her, the inside of her thighs burned red from my beard, causing a swell of possessiveness to bloom behind my rib cage.
Nothing is sexier than seeing your girl marked by you.
“You’re making me feel self-conscious, staring at me like that, Wells,” she whispers quietly, moving to cover herself.
I drop to my knees beside her, my fingers curling around her wrist and gently tugging her hand away with a shake of my head.
“Fuck no, Sugar. I’m staring at you because you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Never think that you ever have to hide yourself from me, Rosalie.
I love every goddamn inch of you. Hell, I’m about to come in my fucking pants like a teenager just from eating your sweet little pussy. ”
I fit myself between her thighs, leaning down to place a kiss on her stomach, her hip bones, the smooth space above her pussy.
“You are a dream, Rosalie Sullivan.” I whisper the words along her soft, feverish skin, hoping every syllable sinks in and she can believe how fucking crazy I am about this body.
Even if we’re pretending and I only get to have her temporarily, I plan to use every single bit of the time I have her for doing exactly this.
Capturing her nipple between my lips, I suck the hard, pebbled peak into my mouth and roll it between my teeth until her back arches off the floor, and her fingers tangle into the hair at my nape, a needy whimper pushing past her parted lips.
The sound shoots straight to my cock, making precum leak from the tip.
I run my hands along her sides, squeezing the soft flesh of her waist in my fists as my hips rock, my cock gliding along her wet heat. Only the thin fabric of my briefs separates me from sliding inside her.
“Wells…” she pants, tugging harder at my hair, spreading her legs wider and lifting her hips to meet my own.
A groan vibrates in my throat when her fingers graze my stomach, the muscles contracting tightly beneath her touch. Lower and lower, she trails her fingers until they’re dipping into the waistband of my briefs, where she circles my cock with her fist.
I almost fucking come at the feel of her. I groan, hips flexing on their own with the desperate need to sink inside her.
Slowly, she pumps my cock, fingers tightening around me as she does, and my balls draw tight.
“Can I have you, Sugar? Please, let me fucking have you,” I say as I pull back to look at her.
Without hesitation, she nods, eyes flaring heady with arousal. “Please. Fuck me, Wells.”