Page 121 of The Rogue and His Flower

“You’re not just a single petal, Daisy. You’re a whole fucking flower, and perfectly, wholly mine.”

His words fill me with pride, with lust, and I take him further down my throat, suctioning my lips around his cock as he thrusts gently into my mouth, groaning. The noises he makes turn me on, and I drag my lips and tongue back up his length, swiping the head of his cock over my lips before gently gripping him in my hand and licking him from base to tip, over and over again, making sure I pay particular attention to his crown and the thick vein running beneath his skin.

“I’ve never seen anything more fucking erotic than you sucking on my cock, Daisy. It feels so fucking good, so fucking right,” he exclaims, palming the back of my head, urging me to take him into my mouth.

I smile up at him, a moan releasing from my lips at the almost feral way he stares at me as I take him into my mouth. He’s trembling, but I can tell he’s holding back, that he wants to sink himself deeper. He’s so big, I don’t know whether he’ll fit without making me gag. As though sensing my thoughts, he gently strokes my hair as I caress him with my tongue.

“Put your other hand on my hip, Daisy. If I go too deep, tap me, and I will pull back,” he directs me.

Following his instructions, I rest my hand on his hip, the other still stroking the base of his cock, which is now slippery and wet with my saliva.

“That’s my good girl,” he mutters, sliding his hands into my hair, behind my ear. “As you take me deeper, breathe in, it will help.”

I nod softly, trusting him to not force himself down my throat, the feeling of power and control overwhelming me as his mouth drops open and his eyes roll into the back of his head. My mind is hazy with desire as I suck on him, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum and the muskiness of his arousal. He continuesto gently thrust into my mouth, his hips moving with a rhythm that synchronises with my breathing. Every now and then my hand presses firmly into his hip, letting him know when he goes too deep, but he’s gentle and attentive, always pulling back when necessary.

Pleasure courses through my body, my pussy growing wetter with each lick and suck of his cock, and as much as I want to touch myself whilst pleasuring him, I keep my focus on his erection, wanting to please him, to make sure he enjoys this just as much as I do.

“That’s it, wife, take my cock. You take me so well,” he groans, his words only adding to the intensity of the moment. I whimper around him, my clit pulsing, aching to be touched as heat climbs up my chest and neck.

His eyes snap open at the sound of my whimpers, and with blazing eyes filled with lust he says, “Do you like sucking my cock?”

I nod, the slippery sounds of me sucking him off turning me on.

“Good,” he moans. “Because I fucking love it too. I love seeing my cock slipping between your plump lips, how your skin blushes a pretty pink for me. Look at you, so fucking willing to take me deep.”

Encouraged by his praise, I take him deeper, the soft tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat briefly before he pulls back. My nostrils flare as I breathe in deep.

“That’s it, just like that,” he stutters out, his chest heaving as both of his hands gently hold my head, guiding my movement as his thrusts become more and more erratic.

“I’m close, Daisy. I’m so fucking close. You need to let me go. You need to let me go before I come down your throat,” he gasps, a deep guttural sound ripping out of his chest as his dick seems to grow impossibly large in my mouth.

I pull back, panting as I stare up at him with wide eyes. “Dalton,” I whimper, my hand falling to my crotch, needing to touch myself, to relieve some of the building pressure between my legs.

His eyes flare with heat, noticing what I’m about to do, and he growls, fisting his cock almost violently.

“Lie on the bed. Open your legs wide. Do it now!” he cries, squeezing his cock tight as I shuffle backwards on the bed, my cheeks flaming as I widen my legs, giving him a full view of my slick pussy.

“Fuck, look at your pretty cunt, so wet, so pink, so fucking beautiful,” he groans, still fisting his dick as he kneels between my parted legs. My hand flies to my clit, but he shakes his head. “Don’t you dare touch what’s mine,” he demands, glaring at me, fierce in his lust. “I’m going to cover you with my come, Daisy, then I’m going to use my fingers to fuck you with it.”

“Oh God,” I whimper as my hands fall away.

“Say my name, wife!” he demands. “I want you to say my name when I cover you with my seed, and finger-fuck you with it until you come so fucking hard it will obliterate every memory of other men and replace them with me.”

“Dalton,” I cry, wound up tight, almost coming from his words alone.

“That’s it, say it again,” he grinds out, the veins in his forearms and hands bulging as he relentlessly strokes himself.

“Dalton. Please come. Please come all over me,” I say, gasping at how dirty that sounds. “I want you to come all over me.”

“Yes, wife,” he groans, a deep guttural sound that seems to vibrate the air between us as his hips thrust and his cum spurts into the air, splattering across my stomach and chest in thick, white streams.

The slickness of his cum, and the sound of his heaving rasps as he falls forward pressing his hands into the mattress either side of my head, makes my pussy throb with need. The sight of my husband, his cock still pumping, his eyes pressed shut in ecstacy and his face contorted in lust, sends my arousal soaring. Once again my hand moves to my pussy, and I press my finger against my clit, almost bucking off the bed from that slight touch.

“Don’t you dare,” he growls, his eyes snapping open as he reaches between us, knocking my hand away, replacing it with his own as he slides two fingers into my soaked core in one firm thrust. “This is mine as much as it is yours, and now I’m going to fill it with my cum.”

“Yes,” I hiss, writhing beneath him, not caring how desperate I must look.

As he continues to thrust his fingers inside me, he rises upwards and uses his other hand to scoop up some of his cum. Our eyes meet and the possession in his has my heart rate thundering, matching the building orgasm deep inside of me.

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