Page 4 of Devious Roses
Her long-lashed eyes tell a different story—hot desire has heated up her toffee-brown gaze. I call them her ‘fuck me’ eyes. She’s just as turned on as I am.
It’s early morning and we didn’t have sex last night. Needless to say, if we don’t indulge right now, it’ll be a very long, frustrating day for the both of us.
My grip migrates from her hip to her ass. I love the feel of her bare cheeks in the palm of my hand. If I hadn’t already been turned the hell on, I would be now just by gripping them.
The corner of Delphine’s heart-shaped lips quirk. “I can think of a few ways. But the question is, how much time do we have?”
“Fuck time. The meeting with Kozlov and Giancola can wait.”
Before she can protest, I’m lifting her up and bending her over my shoulder. I do it in such a quick, fluid motion that she’s barely registering what’s happening by the time she’s hanging upside down over my back.
“JON!” she screams in a burst of wild laughter. “Put… me… down!”
But I’m already hauling her off. I take us from the bathroom into our bedroom. Meanwhile, I’m still subtly copping a feel—my hand glides up the underside of her silky thighs and then the peach-shape of her plump ass.
A caveman taking the game he’s caught back to his private cave. Staking my claim as if I haven’t already a thousand times before.
I toss Delphine onto our king-sized bed. She lands with a bounce and then props herself up on her elbows. The way the heat burns in her eyes and her curvy body is splayed out does me in.
She definitely knew what the fuck she was doing. I’ve been led straight into a trap.
There was no way I was going to be able to see those juicy tits in that lacy bra and her fat pussy and ass in those tiny panties and not become hard as a steel rod.
I skip all pretenses, shoving down my boxer briefs. My cock juts out, already as heavy and hard as physically possible. I wrap my hand around the base of my cock and fist myself. Delphine’s under a trance the second my dick appears; she licks her lips and her lids lower, her ‘fuck me’ eyes glazing over in raw hunger.
I move onto the bed and take her mouth. The kiss sears us both as we indulge in the taste of each other. She slides her fingers up the underside of my hair and tugs on my strands to urge me closer. I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and then kiss her harder.
I’m unapologetic about my aggression—my hands grope her soft curves, tugging her tits out from the lace cups of her bra and tweaking her nipples ’til she gasps in my mouth. I swallow that too, seeking to devour her in every fucking way that’s conceivable.
Delphine’s panties are wrenched away. The rest of her bra given the same rough disregard. She writhes under me as I launch a kissing expedition up and down her naked body. Impatient, hot, wet kisses that I plant all over. Everywhere that’s within reach.
My mouth delights in sucking her tits and kissing along her ribcage. My cock twitches and throbs with the need to be inside her.
I watch her reactions kissing my way down her body. The way she pants and her brows knit. Her body bows and her stomach quivers under my touch.
I position myself at the hot apex of her thighs and spread them wide, biting the soft fleshy inside like a canine marking my favorite chew toy.
Her dripping pussy is the most beautifully erotic sight I’ve ever seen. Slick and glossy with her arousal. Fat caramel lips and a pink center that begs to be filled. It makes the air stall in my lungs, so fucking aroused by her that my rock hard cockaches.
It aches enough that it feels maddening. As if I’ll lose my fucking mind if I don’t sink into her tight warmth right this moment.
First, I’ve got to taste her. I treat myself to her pussy, burying my face between her thighs. I drag my tongue across her wet slit, tasting her sweet pussy juices, and then flick her throbbing clit. At the feel of my mouth on her pussy, her hips tilt of their own accord.
It’s only the beginning. I’m a goner from the moment I get my first taste. Intoxicated and addicted to the unique light scent of her, my most primal male instincts drive me. The more I receive, the more of her I have, the more of her I seek.
The more of her I take.
I lap at her creamy juices and tongue fuck her pussy. I suck and nibble on her clit and feel her thighs tremble around my head. She’s so gone, she can only pant my name and clench fistfuls of the duvet.
Delphine comes in my mouth. I lick up every drop ’til neither of us can take it anymore. She’s crying out, lost in the post-bliss of her orgasm, and I’m manic with desperation. I need to fuck her right now for the sake of my own sanity.
I rear back, gripping her ankles and raising them into the air. I’ve got her split open, lewd and wide, ready to be fucked.
It’s what happens—I sink deep, rooting myself inside her. We’re both swept up in immediate pleasure. Her mouth drops open at the sudden fullness my thick cock brings her. I’m pausing, a rumble of thunder in my chest, as I fight to hold it together.
Her silky warmth feels so damn amazing encasing my cock that it’s almost too good to be true.
Delphine’salmost too good to be true. My wife, who I love enough to destroy the world over. Eight months into our marriage, and I’m still in shock that she’s mine. That she wears my ring and took my name. That someday—maybe soon—she’ll bear my children.