Chapter 41
FORTY-ONE
I don’t know what’s come over me, but it’s like I have to mark, claim, fuck Rosalie like a goddamned animal.
And she begs me for harder with her eyes.
Goddamn. I cinch the belt tighter around my fist. Locking her hands high above her head. My need for her a roaring fire when she moans.
This time I do all the talking.
All the filthy, dirty things in my head pour out as I pound her in one position, before shifting her to another.
Locking her leg between mine, I get her just right. Angle her so I can drive down into that sweet, hot cunt from above.
Every stroke knocks the breath out of her, bounces her soft, gorgeous tits, and tightens the band she has locked around my mind.
“God,” I groan.
My heart is wild, wide open, racing laps inside my chest.
I want her every way I can take her.
Every. Fucking way.
But I’ll destroy her if I ride her ass.
There’s no way.
Not without working up to it. We’ll need months of stretching her. Letting her adjust.
But I do indulge and slide my fingers along her seam, finding that erotic land.
She’s going to break my dick. I already know it.
A moan rushes out of her when I rim the edge of her ass with the tip of my finger.
Touching her there is sweet torture. My sac squeezes hard enough to rattle my brain.
Taking my time, I slow my thrusts, letting my finger circle and tease her back entrance.
All while watching her eyes widen. Enjoying the way her lips part, her tongue skating across them.
Yeah. I need to get inside that tight little ring. Right fucking now.
I unbind her hands. Kiss the inside of her wrists as I whisper to her. “You’re such a good, hot little fuck toy.”
That earns me a shiver that races all the way to her toes.
As I bite and lick her neck, she’s trembling, whimpering. Nibbling on her own lip. Making me harder than I’ve ever been.
“Let’s get you on your belly again. I’ve got plans for your pretty little ass.”
Her moan is wild this time. But she’s perfect. She never says a word.
I love this game. Seeing if she can control herself while I break her apart, touch by touch.
My cock hangs heavy as a lead anchor between us, so full of blood it’s throbbing as I flip her over.
This time, I drag her arms back so her wrists are behind her and use a different knot to bind them.
She’s so beautiful bound with my belt. Mine.
My match in my sexual intensity.
It’s like she was made for me.
I take a moment to just learn every line, listen to her breath.
But she’s impatient, her little clit grinding against the bed, desperate for relief.
“Greedy little clit,” I laugh.
I want her crazy.
Gliding my hands over her ass, I plump the mounds, loving the way they jostle under my hands, but the real treat is when I spread them apart.
There you are.
She’s glistening all the way back, and I’d bet a million dollars she’s never thought about having a man’s tongue there.
I can’t wait for her reaction.
Lowering myself to the bed, I push her legs wide enough to accommodate me, and angle her so I can get my mouth all over her.
Every delicious, wet, hot, tight place.
I start with my fingers on her clit, before I slip one in her pussy, the pad of my thumb shifting to rub on her clit.
“God, you don’t know how good you look.” I take a long lap of her. Front to back. “Mmmmm. Taste perfect.”
Her legs squeeze against my sides, shaking already.
This time I drag my tongue around her pussy, tasting, nibbling, and she cries out.
Inside she’s flexing, squeezing my fingers. Getting closer.
“I’m going to fuck your ass with my tongue, but we’re going to train you to take my cock.”
She freezes, but a few seconds later, grinds her clit hard against my thumb.
No safe word.
I spread her wide with one hand while I finger her with the other, lowering my mouth to her ass. Licking her. Testing her with the tip of my tongue.
Fuuuuck. Yes.
She goes off, whimpering, gushing, pulling against the belt around her wrists, and I hold her down.
Moaning against her, I push my tongue into her, over and over, until she collapses, another orgasm claiming her on the heels of the first.
I love how she can orgasm back-to-back.
I’m going to ruin her, spoil her rotten in our bed.
Our bed.
In my home.
Our home.
God, I can’t wait to take her there. Have her there. Just like this.
Blind with lust, I climb up her body, finding the scorching hot seam of her pussy.
“That’s it baby, you’ve got me close. Not going to last long after that. So hot.”
I sink in slow with a groan, tangling my fingers with hers where they’re bound against her low back.
When I drag my gaze to her face, my chest constricts hard.
She’s smiling. Eyes closed. Breathing even. In the zone.
And me? I’m never going to recover.
With a shudder, I sink all the way in. My spine snaps tight, my head drops, and I soak her cervix with enough come to impregnate her a thousand times over.
“Ah. Ah. Yes!” I shout.
For the first time in my life, I send my swimmers off with a prayer.
Godspeed, boys.
I want a family with Rosalie. I want it all. Every messy, beautiful thing.
Time seems to stand still as I untie Rosalie and kiss at least a thousand places on her body, and curl her into my arms.
Sleep sneaks up on me. But I slam awake when Walton shouts my name. “Justice! Get your horny ass down here. With clothes this time!”