Part 2 (1/2)

”Do it, Rose,” he says, and leans forward, pressing the head of his c.o.c.k roughly to my mouth. I close my eyes tightly and open up.

”Oh that's it, my love. Take me deep; all the way to the back. Now suck the head. Jesus Christ, that's so good.”

I feel his c.o.c.k go all the way back, and I do as instructed. I suck and lick and try to get him off this way, knowing that if he c.u.ms like this then I won't o.r.g.a.s.m too.

He starts to shake, and I know he's close. His body is on edge and I suck harder as he thrusts against my mouth. Suddenly I feel him pull out and slide down my body a little, so he's sitting just below my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He grabs his c.o.c.k with his right hand and starts to jerk off, while he puts his left behind him and plays with my c.l.i.t.

”No!” I shout, not wanting to c.u.m like this. I can't move my arms or legs, so I'm just wide open to what he wants.

”Oh, yes, Rose. I want you to c.u.m while you watch me jerk off to you,” he says, and pinches my c.l.i.t.

I try to bow off the bed, and I let out a helpless cry.

”Just let go, my love. Your body is so primed and ready to go again. c.u.m for me.”

He pinches my c.l.i.t again and I do. The way he's using me, the way he's manipulating my body against me, has me c.u.mming at his command.

As I reach my peak I open my eyes in time to see his c.u.m splash across my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and down his c.o.c.k. Big thick spurts shoot out and my o.r.g.a.s.m goes on and on at the sight. I shouldn't be turned on by this, but I am. This is so dirty and wrong, but I can't seem to stop my body's reaction to him. What is wrong with me?

As he gets off the bed, and looks down at my body, he continues to rub his hard c.o.c.k. Jesus, does that thing ever go soft?

I turn my head in the other direction because I don't want to look at him. I don't want to see what he does because it turns me on. I'm embarra.s.sed by how I've reacted to this and I want to crawl in a hole and disappear.

I feel the bed dip and I close my eyes tighter.

”Please, no more. I can't. Not again.”

”My sweet Rose,” he says, and pets my legs. ”You're going to take so much more from me. We're just getting started. I'm going to make love to you in every way imaginable. Then I'm going to really f.u.c.k you dirty.”

”Oh G.o.d.” The words tremble from my mouth. I can't wrap my head around what he has planned.

I feel him crawl between my legs and he kisses the inside of my thighs.

”No! Please no! Anything but that!” I cry out, but he doesn't stop. He keeps kissing up my thighs and I know where his mouth is headed.

”Why, my love? Why don't you want my mouth here?” he says, and he's centimeters from my p.u.s.s.y now.

”It's too much. Please don't. It's too intimate. I'll do anything else. I'll suck your c.o.c.k, or you can f.u.c.k me, just please don't do that.”

”Listen to you. You're becoming such a f.u.c.king wh.o.r.e, just offering up everything to me. I knew you would love it. It didn't take as long as I thought.”

I feel more shame flow through me at his words and my p.u.s.s.y clenches in response.

”f.u.c.k. I can see your p.u.s.s.y dripping already at the idea of how many ways I'll f.u.c.k you. But I'm going to eat this c.u.n.t, Rose. I'm going to taste our c.u.m mixed together, and I'm going to get your scent all over me.” With those filthy words, his mouth descends on me, and I'm crying out.

He licks and sucks me, and all I can do is lie there and pull against my restraints. I beg and plead, but he's relentless, and within minutes I'm on the cusp of another o.r.g.a.s.m.

My poor p.u.s.s.y and c.l.i.t have been worked over and abused so much in the last hours that my body is giving up an o.r.g.a.s.m without much of a fight. When he bites down on my c.l.i.t I lose the battle and let out a shout of pleasure. He's taken something else from my body that I didn't want to give up.

Once I've come down from my peak, he crawls up my body, kissing me as he goes. I can't face him so I keep my eyes closed and my head turned to the side, but when he pushes his nose against my cheek, I can smell my p.u.s.s.y on his face, and I can't stop the aftershocks of my o.r.g.a.s.m from making me twitch with need again.

”Now where's my kiss, Rose? Remember, we always kiss after we make love.”

CHAPTER FIVE.

COLTON.

I wake up more aware of her body than my own. Her arms wrapped around me, her leg spanning my belly, her hair everywhere. I am completely surrounded by her. I took her repeatedly through the night. It was like I couldn't cool the raging l.u.s.t I had for her. Having her spread-eagled, tied to the bed, I'm sure wasn't helping. Months of planning this, and she was finally here, spread out for my taking whenever and however I wanted. And I did. f.u.c.k, if my heart didn't want to leap out of my chest just looking at her wide, frightened green eyes, her lush body laid bare for me.

When my c.o.c.k finally went down, I crawled on top of her, my knees beside her head, and made her taste the mix of us together. I wasn't selfish enough to not share that with her. Eating her p.u.s.s.y with my c.u.m dripping out of her was pure heaven, and I wanted her to have a piece of that too. When she got my c.o.c.k all clean, I was hard once again, and I figured she might as well just finish. She made me hard, so she should take care of it.

”That's it baby. Now moan around my c.o.c.k so I know how much you like sucking my d.i.c.k. I bet you were trying to get me hard. You got a little taste of my c.u.m, but you wanted a whole mouthful, didn't you? I'll give it to you. I'll give you anything you want,” I say, thrusting into her mouth.

My c.o.c.k slides in and out between her lips. Her big green eyes are wide and when she finally moans around my c.o.c.k, I can feel it all the way in my b.a.l.l.s. I f.u.c.k her face faster, my breathing growing hard with each deep plunge into her mouth.

Time seems to blur, and I have no idea how long I spend with her mouth around me. It could be three minutes or three hours. I am completely lost until I explode.

”Take it all,” I grunt, still pumping into her face. ”Drink every drop down.” My c.u.m spurting down her throat.

Pulling my soft c.o.c.k from between her lips, I run the tip along them, smearing a little bit of c.u.m on her lips. She immediately licks her lips, and seeing it causes more of my c.u.m to leak out. Greedy. ”Stick your tongue in the tip, Rose. Get all the c.u.m out, and clean the little hole.”

She latches on to the tip of my c.o.c.k, getting every drop. I can feel her tongue going inside the tip of my c.o.c.k and sucking me dry. ”Such a good girl, my Rose.”

I lost count of how many times I took her last night, and there's no counting how many times I made her c.u.m. One time I actually pa.s.sed out on top of her. Then I woke up with her p.u.s.s.y contracting around me, pulling my c.u.m from me like a greedy little wh.o.r.e. She can protest all she wants, but her body couldn't get enough of me.

When I finally untied her, she wrapped herself around me. She might've been sleeping, but it just shows how much her mind and body are fighting each other.

I hate pulling myself from her, but my love need some care; my c.o.c.k is almost raw from her tight p.u.s.s.y and I'm sure she isn't doing any better. Heading to the bathroom, I grab a warm washcloth and some cream before I make my way back to her. She's rolled to her back with her legs spread wide for me. Her deep breathing letting me know she's still sleeping. She's lucky I don't climb on top of her again and get my fill, with her baiting me like she is, but I have to do what's best for my girl.

Running the warm washcloth softly between her legs, part of me loves seeing my c.u.m coating the inside of her thighs, and I hate that I have to clean it away. Once I get her all cleaned up, I apply a cream to help with any discomfort she might be feeling. I want her to feel what I've done to her body, but I want it to be a sweet burn, not one that hurts her. When I look up, I see her staring at me with a strange look in her eyes. She's still sleepy, but there's something else there.

”Morning, love,” I say, tossing the washcloth and cream on the nightstand table before leaning down to kiss her. I'm shocked when she responds by kissing me back. Her tongue stroking into my mouth, sliding over mine, making a bolt of electricity shoot through me. How could I ever live without this? I can't.

This woman was made for me; she's my other half. She craves what I want to give her and she's come to see that. That I can be her everything, and fulfill any need she's ever had. No more writing out in her diary the dark things she craves, because I can give them to her. I crave doing this to her, and only her.

Hearing her stomach growl reminds me I haven't fed her. I sigh; it takes everything in me to pull back from her.

”I'll make us something to eat,” I say.

”Okay, I need to use the bathroom.”

Nodding okay, I grab her by the hand, pulling her from the bed. The room has a slight chill to it so I grab my bag off the table and fish her out one of my s.h.i.+rts to wear, sliding it over her head. She practically swims in the thing.

”Hmm thank you,” she says, a light blush creeping across her cheeks, making me want to pull her to me. I'm sure she's going over the past twelve hours in her head. Remembering all the times I made her come, and got her to tell me she loved me. Maybe turning over in her pretty little head how much she liked it.