Page 75 of Cuts Like an Angel: Part 2

“Why William?”

The hard throb in his cock said it hadn’t offended him but aroused him. That was good. Why William? She tried to smile as she lowered and kissed softly at the edge of his mouth. “Because I like William.”

“More?” he murmured.

Rosie closed her eyes, wanting to say the answer but scared. “Can I be honest?”

“You better be,” he angled his head, letting her have her way with him.

“Much more,” she whispered, pushing her tongue in his mouth.

The groan he blasted into her mouth and the sharp thrust of his hips lit her on fire.

“So, you like that,” she whispered, moving herself along the sensitive part of his cock while clamping his hands harder to the bed.

“Rosie,” he rasped, leaning for more of her lips.

She pulled up, out of his reach, looking at him. “William,” she whispered, reaching down and placing him at her entrance. “Be still while I make love to you. Do you want me to?”

“God yes,” he croaked, closing his eyes, his full lips parting with bated breaths. “Make love to me Rosie.”

She slid slowly onto his cock until she was buried then flicked her hips. The hot shards of pleasure escaped in her moans as she slid their locked fingers above his head, holding him still. She began moving on him while staring down at him. “What if I want to fuck you, William?”

He gave a harsh grunt, his dark brows pulling together.

“Would you like that?”

“Fuck me,” he murmured, sounding unsure of what she meant by that. His gaze roamed to her breasts, and she stretched herself above him, giving a soft cry when he leaned and sucked her nipple into his mouth. “How would you, Rosie?” He groaned then heated her wet nipple with his breaths. “I wish you could fuck me Rosie. I would let you do that.”

His words lit her body and brain when she realized what he was saying. He thought she meant literally fuck him? The idea of how she would, led to visions of items she’d once seen in that magazine. A woman wearing one of those penises you strapped on.

Before Rosie realized it, she was moving faster along him, making her body hit against his as she saw him beneath her, saw the pleasure on his face as she did that to him. Did he like that? Would he like it if she did it?

“Rosie,” he croaked.

She leaned so that her breasts were near his face. “Suck them William. Suck them hard. You want me to fuck you? If I had … a cock?”

He grunted and began flicking his hips faster, nearly throwing her off him.

At realizing her question had brought his orgasm, her own surged forth as she held him down and rode him harder. “You want me to fuck you,” she gasped, closing her eyes as her climax raced forward. “I want to fuck you; God, I want to fuck you so good. William!” she shrieked as she came while bouncing on him. He pulled her onto him and kissed her, gripping her hips and shoving her faster on him, capturing her screams as he forced her into a million boiling pieces, until they were a heap of them together, breathless and sweaty, limbs tangled in the aftermath of their dysfunctional and perfect love making.

“My, Rosie.” The breathless whisper came as he petted her hair and cradled her head to his chest. “My Rosie. All mine. Not Josh,” he croaked.

Rosie gave a small smile of triumph at those beautiful words, snuggling into his chest with a contented moan. “Forever William’s.”

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