Page 99 of Wicked Roses
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, please!” I beg. “Please, Jon. I’ll behave like a good girl.”
“That’s what I like to hear.Mygood girl.” He kisses me, soft and tender on the tip of my shoulder, positioning himself at my entrance. “Only for me, Phi. Nobody else gets to have you like this. I’ll fucking kill whoever tries.”
My pussy throbs harder. Something dark and twisted inside me is so aroused by his words that I moan and squeeze my breast. I part my legs even wider, as far as they can possibly go. Anything to make room for him and his dick. He’s settled between my splayed thighs, the heat and hardness from his length unbearable before he’s even inside me—he’s brushing himself up against the soft insides of my thighs and the slippery folds of my pussy.
I pant in anticipation.
I need to be fucked so badly.
Yes, again.
Never enough.
Salvatore grants my wish. He slides into me, filling me up with his fat dick.
The moment shifts at once. Its sweet, affectionate beginnings, among distant snow flurries and Christmas lights, vanishes. It crackles into the hot intensity of an electrical storm. All frenetic energy and charged passion and nothing else.
Salvatore’s strokes are deep and spine-tingling. His hands slip under me and grip my ass, wrenching me toward him at the same time his hips snap forward. I wrap my legs around him and cross my ankles behind his back, urging him even deeper.
As deep as he can possibly go. Every last inch of him.
Our mouths meet halfway, our kisses untamed and wild. Wet and warm as we tease with our tongues and moan at how good it feels.
It’s the only sound I’m capable of—an incoherent mix of pants for air and groans of pleasure.
In this moment, I know nothingbutpleasure. The pleasurable sensations Salvatore and his deep strokes malign me with until I’m dewy and delirious. I’m clenching hard around his dick as the thousands of sensitive nerve-endings in my pussy tingle. They radiate through the rest of my body.
So close. Soooo close.
Salvatore echoes the sentiments. His voice is rough and raw, his lips by my ear. “So fucking sexy. So fucking beautiful as you take all this dick.”
His praise unlocks a long-hidden part of me. It’s a desire I buried years ago, so far in the past I forgot it existed in the first place. My desire to give in to him and be his good girl. No one makes me feel this way, unapologetically wanton, so easily unraveled like he does. No one can make me cry happy tears as I beg for more of his cock.
He rolls his hips, stroking deeper, and my mouth drops open at how impossibly full I feel. My head tips back, no longer able to withstand the level of pleasure he’s inflicting on my body. I erupt not even a second later.
A rush of tingles flow through me like an electric current.
My eyes flutter shut and I seize up, practically levitating.
Salvatore drives into me. He grabs a fistful of my curls and slams his body into mine. My poor overstimulated pussy quivers and then grips him. He buries his face in the crook of my neck and groans out all the ways I turn him on.
All the ways he wants to make me come. He does just that in the next second—he pulls out at the last possible second and comes on my stomach.
I sit up and suck him off, wiping his dick clean of our shared essence. He groans again and grabs my face to bring me in for a hot, intimate kiss.
“I’ll never get enough,” he tells me. He bites my neck and strokes himself. “Feel my cock. Feel how hard I already am. Who makes me this way, Phi?”
“I do,” I say in a breathless whisper. I do as he asks, curling my fingers around the generous width of his dick and running my hands up and down his length.
He growls and pushes me down into the pillows. He plants another deep kiss on my lips as I jerk him off, feeling him harden under my touch.
“Roll over. Put your ass up.”
His next throaty command makes my pussy tingle anew. I hurry to do as he’s requested, barely on my stomach before he’s spearing into me. He’s smacking a dominant hand to my ass and pounding into me. Even harder than before. More animalistic and carnal.
I squeal and bury my face in the pillow. He keeps me planted there, holding me down with a firm hand between my shoulder blades.