Page 3 of Red Rose Cupcake

My heart’s racing, and I know I should pull away, stop this before it goes too far. Instead, I find myself leaning into him, craving more. “What do you want, Rosie?” he whispers, his lips barely grazing my ear, making my body react before I can think straight.

I can’t even find my voice. All I know is, I don’t want him to stop. “I want you to prove it,” I breathe out, my voice shaky.

Knox doesn’t waste any time. His hands are on me, strong and steady, pulling me against him as he backs me up against the railing. His warm lips find my neck, kissing me softly at first, then deeper, like he knows exactly where I’m most sensitive.

The warmth of his mouth on my skin sends shivers down my spine, and I gasp, gripping the railing behind me as he presses his tall frame against me. His big hands slide down to my hips, pulling me tighter, and I feel the hard length of his thick cock against my thigh, making my pulse race.

“Fuck, Rosie, you feel so damn good,” he growls into my ear, his lips trailing up to my jaw. The sound of his voice—rough, heated—sends a jolt of desire straight through my core.

I tilt my head back, giving him better access to my neck, and he takes it, his mouth hot and urgent against my skin. His hands move lower, brushing over my ass, pulling me even closer until I can barely think straight.

I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my lips, and I feel him smile against my neck. “You like that, baby?” he whispers, his voice all low and rough, and I swear I feel it right between my legs.

He slides one hand lower, fingers grazing the waistband of my jeans, teasing, testing, and I hold my breath, waiting, wanting.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs, his lips grazing my ear, making my body tighten with anticipation.

“I want… fuck, I want you to make me come,” I gasp out, my voice trembling as his hand slips between my legs.

His fingers brush over my pussy, and even through the denim, I feel the heat of his touch, the roughness of his hand sending sparks of pleasure through me. He’s slow, deliberate, teasing me, and it’s driving me fucking insane.

“You’re so wet already,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear as he rubs me through my jeans. “I fucking knew you would be.”

I bite my lip, holding back a moan as his fingers find the button of my jeans, undoing it with ease, and before I can catch my breath, his hand slips inside, finding my slick heat.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growls, his fingers sliding through my folds, finding my clit with expert precision. My body arches against him, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes me, my head falling back as pleasure washes over me.

“Knox,” I gasp, my hips grinding against his hand as he rubs me, his fingers circling my clit in slow, torturous strokes. “Please.”

“You like that, baby?” he whispers, his voice low and dirty. “You like my fingers on your pussy?”

I nod, biting my lip, my breathing ragged as he works me, his fingers dipping lower, teasing my entrance, then sliding back up to rub my clit. My body’s on fire, every nerve ending buzzing with need, and all I can think about is how much I want him to keep going.

“Tell me how it feels,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear as he slides a finger inside me, slow, deliberate.

“So good,” I breathe out, my voice barely more than a whisper. “Fuck, so good.”

He groans softly, his hand moving faster now, his fingers fucking me slowly as his thumb rubs my clit in perfect rhythm. “I wanna hear you come for me, Rosie.”

I’m already so close, my body tightening with every stroke of his hand, my hips moving in time with his fingers. The pressure builds, and I can feel it coming, that sweet release just out of reach.

“I’m—I’m gonna—fuck, I’m gonna come,” I gasp, my body trembling as the orgasm builds.

“Come for me, baby,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. “Come all over my fingers.”

That’s all it takes. My body tenses, and then I’m coming hard, my pussy clenching around his fingers as pleasure crashes through me. I moan loudly, gripping the railing behind me as my body shudders with release, wave after wave of pleasure rolling through me.

He keeps moving, his fingers working me through every last pulse, his thumb rubbing my clit until I’m trembling, gasping forair. “Fuck, Knox,” I moan, my body sagging against the railing as the last of the orgasm ripples through me.

I’m still trying to catch my breath, barely realizing Knox has put my clothes back in place, when suddenly, the door to the deck swings open.

“Hey, you guys out here?”

My eyes go wide, and before I can even react, Knox wraps his arms around me, pulling me against his chest, hiding me from view as one of the party guests steps out.

“Yeah,” Knox says casually, his voice steady, like he didn’t just make me come so hard I forgot my own name. “We’re just getting some air.”

The guy doesn’t even seem to notice, just mumbles something and walks back inside, leaving the door swinging shut behind him.

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