Page 43 of Ruthless Roses
For the first time in a long time, it’s pure pleasure.
It’s the sudden burst of tingling electricity that lights up my pussy. Every nerve deep inside me sparks to life and leaves my entire body paralyzed.
I stand on tip toe, my mouth falling open, braced against Salvatore.
But he doesn’t move—he’s wrapped up in his own kind of pleasure, buried snugly inside me.
He nuzzles my face and says, “Tell me what you want, Phi. You know the routine. The words I’m waiting for.”
Even through my mind-numbing bliss and the shiver racking my body, I’m able to form a smile.
His demand that’ll never change.
“Fuck me, Jon,” I urge. “Make me feel good.”
They’re the only words Salvatore needs to hear.
His muscled arms tighten around my body, and he strokes into me. Long and deep strokes that hit the right spots and make me come undone.
My knees feel weak. My breath feels nonexistent. My curves bounce.
His hands are there to catch me. To fondle my jiggling breasts and squeeze my hips and thighs hard enough to bruise.
I reach back over my shoulder for any part of him, seeking out his mouth and sucking on his tongue.
We’re unable to contain ourselves. The harder he strokes into me, the tighter I clench around him. The more passion spills out of us ’til I’m bending all the way over and clutching my ankles.
The new angle overwhelms us both. We share in throaty moans as I bounce on Salvatore’s dick and he grips my hips.
We go crazy, our rhythm hard and fast.
Salvatore switches it up again. He lifts me up by my middle and carries me a few steps, where he tosses me onto the bed. I shriek out in surprise, flouncing onto the mattress only to be covered in his warm, heavy muscle.
He smashes his lips to mine in a hot, passionate kiss. “You want to come, Phi?”
“Yes, please. Please, Jon!” I whine.
He drags me by the legs and thighs ’til I’m folded up into another position and he’s spearing into me.
Salvatore fucks me so good, I’m crying tears by the time he’s through with me. I come with an intense orgasm that rolls through me and leaves me dizzy and tingling. He takes my climax as a victory signaling his own.
Pumping into me with the relentless power of his hips, he plants himself deep, and then grunts out his release.
I can only stare at him in amazement as he takes the space beside me, sweat gleaming on his muscled body.
He catches my eye and then grins. So fucking sexy and handsome.
“What?” he asks me, though there’s a knowing glint in his gaze. “Enjoy yourself?”
“My pussy’s still tingling. I think it’s an aftershock.” I slide my hand between my thighs, feeling my soaked, swollen sex.
Salvatore laughs. “Sounds like I got the job done. But what else?”
I smile back at him. “You’ve proven your point. I don’t think it’s possible not to feel sexy and confident afterthat.”
“Good. Because new rule. You’re naked at all times in our bedroom.”
“Jon!” I scold.