Chapter 17
ROSIE
Istared up into Donovan O’Shea’s beautiful, hooded, bright blue eyes, wondering how the hell I got here, especially when twenty minutes before I’d been screaming at him to fuck off.
The fact was, the shit that had been thrown at us from all sides over the past few weeks had finally hit the target, and I’d had enough.
Donovan saying I was a lot was just the straw that broke the camel’s back.
I was a lot, I knew it, but I liked being a lot.
A lot was exciting, interesting, and you never knew what you were going to get with a lot.
I always thought Donovan was a lot, too, which made him exciting and interesting, and I loved the fact that he was unpredictable. But lately, he’d been a shell of the guy I used to know, and I hated it because over time I’d become the same way.
Everyone said I was kind and generous, and I was, but I was also mouthy, loud, and when you pissed me off, hell on wheels.
I’d been suppressing that side of myself so as not to scare him away, but that wasn’t me, and I was sick of pretending it was.
I was a mama bear who cussed her ex out for upsetting my baby girl.
My laugh was loud, and my heart was big.
I visited Tristan’s salon to get eyelash extensions, and every year had a little bit of something injected into my lips.
I had an abundance of tits and ass and wasn’t scared to show skin.
It was a lot.
I was a lot.
And I loved that about me.
But lately, I hadn’t been a lot, even though Donovan had accused me of being so. On the contrary, I wasn’t enough, and if he thought that was too much, he was in for a rude awakening because he was about to see the real me, no holds barred.
I lifted my head off the floor and hissed in his face, “You’re an asshole.”
He lowered his head, his eyes heating, and said, “I know. I’m sorry.
You’re not too much; you’re magnificent.
Love everything you are, Rosie. I love your soft; I love your edges.
Love the way you love, and I love the way you hate.
You run so hot you’re scalding, but you’re also the coolest fucking chick in existence.
One day you’re my angel, then I fuck up like I did tonight and you turn into a devil woman, and it’s making my cock weep for you. ”
I held my breath as he trailed his index finger from my belly, up between my breasts. His eyes glittered with something wild and feral, and my pussy tingled so hard that I had to bite back my moan.
“This new?” he asked, nodding down at my nightie.
“Yeah,” I breathed.
He quirked his eyebrow and gave me The Smirk.
“Oops,” he muttered, and then he grabbed the neckline of my nightie with both hands and, with a growl, ripped it all the way down the middle.
My hands automatically went to cover my naked breasts.
“Nu-huh,” Donovan muttered, wrenching my hands away until they were pinned on either side of my head.
“Don’t hide perfection. You think I don’t remember how stunning your body is?
You think I haven’t dreamed about these tits every night for the last three years?
” He lowered his head and gave one nipple an open-mouthed wet kiss before moving to the other side to lap at the other one like he was licking an ice cream.
His lips went higher, latching onto the smooth skin on my neck, just under my ear. My pussy throbbed with want, and I let out a low moan at the way my body seemed to set alight just because he was touching me.
I was losing my mind, teetering between forcing him off me and complete arousal, but I knew fighting him wasn’t an option. If I were honest, I didn’t want to because I’d been so desperate for so long for him to touch me.
Donovan’s tongue dipped again, and he ran a hot, wet line back down to one breast then to the other, and I had a momentary, vivid memory of the first time we fucked, when I got three hours of cumulative sleep because he was so intent on learning every inch of my body and how I responded to him pleasuring it.
It seemed he hadn’t forgotten how much I loved my neck and boobs being kissed and touched, because he was paying those particular areas all kinds of attention.
I looked down just in time to watch his lips enclose around a nipple and suck it deep into the back of his mouth. My lips parted just as he looked up at me, and his mouth released my hard nipple with a little groan.
“Never gonna get tired of these,” he murmured, squeezing my breasts together gently and running his tongue down my cleavage until I gasped. He lifted his head again and rasped, “I’m fucking obsessed with ‘em. In fact, I’m obsessed with every inch of this body.”
My toes curled, and my clit started tingling.
“You smell so good,” he said huskily. “The memory of how good your pussy tastes is ingrained in my memory, Posy, ‘cause that scent’s everywhere, even inside you. It drove me wild back then, and it drives me fucking insane now.”
He crawled up my body until our eyes were level, then his head dropped, his lips met mine, and he kissed me, hard, rough, and bruising. Our mouths opened simultaneously, and his hot tongue pressed against mine as he let out a groan.
I whimpered because my skin felt as if it were on fire. Everywhere Donovan touched, he left a trail of heat that covered me in so many goosebumps that a full-body shiver ran from the top of my spine to the tips of my toes.
It felt fucking amazing.
Hard fingertips pressed into my thighs, making them clench with pure and utter need for him. Donovan didn’t go softly; he was rough and demanding, and I loved how he pinned me to the carpeted floor with his body pressed tight to mine.
He dragged his mouth away and looked me dead in the eyes. “You want this?”
I nodded because I did. I’d never wanted anything more in my whole life. My pussy was weeping, and my clit was throbbing. It had been years since I’d been fucked, and incidentally, the last time was by him, so I knew what lay ahead, and my body responded accordingly.
His fingers dipped to the lacy hem of my panties, and with a guttural moan, he yanked them down and pushed his fingers inside me. “So fucking wet for me already,” he muttered. “Should’ve fucking known your pretty little pussy would be greedy for me, Posy; you took me so good last time.”
I whimpered again, my soul almost leaving my body as he pumped his fingers inside me so roughly that I cried out.
“Am I hurting you, baby?” he demanded.
My eyes lowered to watch his glistening fingers disappear inside me, and I nodded. “Yeah, but if you stop, I’ll kill you.”
The Smirk flashed again. “My baby likes it rough.”
“Yeah,” I breathed. “I’ll take it as rough as you can give it.”
“Oh, you’ll get what’s coming to you,” he promised, his voice husky as he added another finger while he fucked me with his hand.
I cried out loud, my hips raising up to meet his thrusts.
“Look at you, offering your cunt to me,” he whispered. “Most beautiful thing I’ve ever been given, baby. Best, hottest, sweetest, wettest pussy I’ve ever had, and I’m gonna take it, baby, don’t doubt that.”
“Took you long enough,” I pushed out between soft whimpers.
“Just adding to the anticipation,” he muttered, sliding back down my body until his face was level with my pussy. “Had easy all my life. You’re more.”
“Damned straight,” I breathed.
His talented fingers thrust all the way up to the knuckle, good and deep, and he held them there, turning them until the tips hit my G-spot and he furiously stroked.
My eyes rolled in the back of my head, and I cried out as a tornado of an orgasm hit me out of nowhere.
“Fuck, yeah,” he growled. “Give it to me, Ro.”
My hips bucked uncontrollably as his fingers continued to power in and out. Then, just as I started to come down, I felt an arm land across my stomach, and his mouth was down there, sucking my clit so hard that his cheeks hollowed.
I screamed as another orgasm hit me.
All I could feel was heat as his fingers pistoned in and out of me and his tongue drew my clit inside his mouth.
My climax was so powerful, the sensations so enrapturing that my back bowed unnaturally off the floor, seeking more friction.
If he wasn’t pinning me down, I think I would’ve come out of my skin; he was eating me out so thoroughly.
My second climax slowly began to ebb away, and I lay there, a wanton mess, unable to move or even speak.
My chest heaved violently, my breath sawing in and out as if I’d just run a fucking marathon.
Donovan had left me a wet, strung-out puddle of goo spread out helplessly on the floor.
My thighs were on fire, and my pussy was clenching with so many aftershocks that it almost began to hurt.
Slowly, he lifted his head and rose up to his knees until he towered over me. His face glistened with my juices, and an almost evil, wolfish grin spread across his face.
I’d never seen anything hotter or more beautiful than Donovan O’Shea, so turned on that it was etched into his expression. I shivered again, suddenly cold as the aftereffects of two violently powerful orgasms settled deep inside my belly and my pussy.
“You ready for me?” he demanded, swiping his hand across his mouth to wipe me away.
I began to protest softly. “Donovan—” But in a flash, he flipped me over and pressed down onto the small of my back, forcing me flat.
Donny pressed his body against mine and whispered in my ear from behind, “Shut up, Rosie. You wanted to get fucked, so you’re gonna get fucked hard.”
I cried out as he buried his hand in my hair, took a fistful, and pulled my head up from behind while licking down one side of my neck.
After positioning himself behind me, his knees kicked my legs open. He pulled my hair, forcing me up until I was elevated from the floor. “Be a good girl and keep your legs open for me.”