Page 35 of Cuts Like an Angel: Part 2

“Rosie,” he croaked, getting on his elbows and watching her with a curious gaze. It was new to him. That was good. She wasn’t sure what he’d been made to do but endure pleasure wasn’t one it would seem.

“I’m going to give you the best orgasm, William. Would you like that?” she gasped, taking hold of his cock in both hands.

“Rosie,” he barely whispered, his chest heaving as his gaze locked on her hands, moving along him.

“Tell me, William. Tell me right now that you want me.”

“I want you,” he gushed, his gaze raising immediately to hers.

Joy surged through her at seeing he had no confusion about what he wanted. “Open for me William.”

Heat coursed through her body at the timid way he obeyed. She liked being in this position with him. He was no doubt accustomed to taking orders, but never for his pleasure she guessed. That was going to change. She kissed along the head of his cock, licking tentatively as she watched his mouth part and his brows come together.

“Rosie,” he gasped, straining.

The desperate fear and hunger in his voice drove her down onto his cock in one move. She sucked with a ravenous hunger, the sounds of his shocked gasp, setting her pace. She sucked him in a frenzy, paying attention to the very tip that seemed to drive him crazy.

“Oh God, Rosie,” he groaned, his hips moving faster.

She gave a frantic moan when his fingers gripped tightly to her head. She grabbed his hands, not wanting him to fight it and forced them onto the bed, holding them still. The act seemed to send him over the edge.

“Rosie, Rosie,” he warned between grunts. “I’m coming.”

The fear in his tone said that was some crime to do it this way. She pulled off him only long enough to order him, “Do it. Right in my mouth William.” She returned to sucking him, bobbing her head rapidly, making her lips tight at the top, her tongue lashing with a fervor.

“Fuck, Rosie,” he gritted, sounding panicked.

She released his hands and pushed his legs open wider and he choked out a groan mixed with a growl as his hot seed shot into her mouth. She gave moan after moan of approval, drinking him in as he gave shocked, gasps of ecstasy.

When she felt him done, she hurried her way up his body and kissed him, wanting him to see how much she loved every bit of it. “Oh William, William,” she whispered, biting at his lip in her newfound kink. “Did I do good?”

“Rosie,” he whispered, still sounding astonished. “You … you made me …”

“I did,” she smiled. “I like making you feel good. I hope you liked it too, because I plan to make you feel good every day.”

“I like being made by you, Rosie,” he whispered in that same astonishment, like he was surprised he did and just as thrilled. “I liked it so much.” He clasped her face between both hands, seeming to taste himself for the first time in her mouth, groaning in more curiosity and hunger. He rolled her onto her back as he continued to kiss and taste. “Rosie,” he whispered, sounding surprized as she moved him to her entrance.

“Make love to me, William.”

She watched him clench his eyes tight as he pushed into her.

“Look at me,” she ordered between moans. “Look at me while you make love to me. I want you always to see me.”

“I see you,” he said, moving faster and faster. “I see you pretty Rosie,” he shuddered at her mouth, thrusting harder. “I see you,” he gushed, pushing her up the bed with each pound into her, forcing her moans louder.

He burrowed his mouth on her neck, sucking as his orgasm convulsed through his muscles and body in hard waves. He pushed himself so deep inside her, like he wanted to break through something. She fought to help him, wanting him as deep inside her as he could get. Wanting him stuck and trapped inside her where nobody could take him away. Where she could keep him safe from everything.

Especially his vile mother and every dark memory she represented.

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