Chapter Six
Rose
I was never really that good at being perfect anyway. -Rose
His penis is a thing of beauty. That’s all I can think of as I lick my lips and think of taking his girth into my mouth.
Lucky reaches down and strokes a finger along my cheek. “You’re beautiful, Rose. Just like this. Down on your knees for me. So damn beautiful.”
I look up into his blue eyes. I see something there that I’ve never seen in a man’s eyes before.
Complete and total desire for me. I shiver.
It’s intoxicating. This feeling of being a desirable woman completely in control of a man’s body.
I want him so bad. I’m soaking wet just from one kiss and his words.
His husky words and the way he treats me as if I’m not something fragile.
After so many years of being treated as a porcelain doll, I revel in the feeling.
I place a light kiss on the head of his cock, my mind trying to go through all the dirty scenes I’ve read in books and all the late-night dreams I’ve had of just this moment.
I love the quiet groan he emits and the way his hips instinctively jut towards me, pushing his cock closer, urging me to take him in my mouth.
So, I do. I start with just the tip and then take him deeper. And deeper. I can taste him and smell him. The slightly salty taste of pre-cum and the musky scent of him…I’m shaking with want now. My fingers slide down in between my legs and I can feel the wetness there.
“That’s right, sweetness. Touch yourself while you take me deep. Take me fuckin’ deep in that pretty mouth.”
His words spur me on. I slide my mouth down, trying to take him as deep as possible. He’s so big. So big that it’s hard to imagine he’ll fit inside me one day soon.
I reach inside my shorts and flick my finger along my slit, savoring the wetness there and the electricity flowing through my body.
He lays a hand on my hair. “Fuck, that feels good baby. You’re taking me so well. You’re so perfect. So damn perfect.”
His words of praise are addictive. I keep sliding my mouth down until I can feel him in the back of my throat. I almost gag and tears come to my eyes. It’s uncomfortable but still so damn erotic.
My finger circles my clit now and I begin to rub furiously. I start to match my hand’s rhythm with the motion of sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. His hips move quicker but I can tell he’s holding back. I place my other hand on his ass, trying to push him to let go.
“Take all of me. All of me. My girl. My sweet, perfect girl.” His words are almost unintelligible now, but I thrive on the encouragement.
My rhythm speeds up and I can feel myself getting close. I can tell he’s getting close too. More and more pre-cum is creating a small trickle and I swallow it down. More, more, more…
He pulls back slightly but I moan and squeeze his ass. No, don’t leave me.
“I’m going to come, pretty girl. Gonna come all down your throat if you’ll let me.”
I nod. Please. Let me have it. All of it.
He grunts as I take him deeper again. He starts to come, and I rub my clit harder. I feel myself flood my panties at the exact same time he’s coming in my mouth.
I swallow every drop of Lucky’s cum. I lick the head of his cock and then gently let him out of my mouth.
I look up as Lucky sways towards me. He has the same punch drunk look on his face that I suspect is on mine.
I stand on shaky legs.
“Hold your hand out for me,” he says in a growly voice. “The one that has your cream on it.”
I do as he says, blushing the whole time. He kisses each finger of the hand and then licks my middle finger. “You taste damn good. Damn good.”
His blue-eyed gaze bores into me. “We’re going to be combustible babe. We’re going to burn down the whole damn house when we finally come together.”
I can’t help but agree. I hope we both don’t get burned.