Page 96 of The Rogue and His Flower

“Yes.”

“Do you like the way I stroke you, how I bury my fingers deep inside your dripping cunt?”

“Yes,” I hiss, rocking against his hand. I like it way, way too much.

“Pull your top up, let me see your beautiful tits,” he commands.

I push off from the mirror, following his command as I gather up my top and bra, freeing my breasts, and tucking the material of my top beneath the elastic of my bra. His free hand comes up to cup me, his fingers pinching my nipple. “These tits–”

“Are yours to play with,” I finish for him.

“Damn right,” he grumbles, groaning as he presses a wet kiss to my cheek, still pumping his fingers inside of me.

I can feel my core throbbing with need, his expert fingers sending waves of pleasure through me, his words edging me higher. With growing urgency, I grind myself against his hand, wanting more. He adds another finger, stretching me further, and I cry out, arching into him.

“What do you want, Daisy?” he rasps, his voice low and husky. “Do you want me to make you come with my fingers first, or should I just plunge my cock into your pussy right now?”

His fingers crook inside of me, touching that spot deep inside that makes me cry out in bliss. “I want both,” I gasp, my breaths becoming shallower, my hips bucking against his hand.

“Then that’s what you’ll get.”

His fingers pump faster, and I feel my core tightening, my whole body tingling with sensation as my head falls back against his shoulder. “Yes, just like that,” I groan, my oncoming orgasm building deep inside as my internal muscles ripple, then tighten.

“My cock aches to be inside of you. Can you feel how hard I am?”

“Yes,” I retort, feeling the hard ridge of his cock pressing into my lower back.

“I think about being inside of you all the time. It’s all I fucking think about, Daisy. The way you whimper and moan, the way your pretty tits swell when you’re turned on, how your nipples peak. I think about your plump lips, and the taste of your tongue. ”

“I think about you too,” I admit. “The way you fucked me, like you couldn’t hold back, like you would die if you didn’t fuck me.”

“I would die a happy man deep inside your cunt,” he growls, his fingers pumping harder, his thumb edging the rim of my arsehole, making me gasp then whimper as he pushes his thick digit inside of me. “But not before I’ve claimed your arse. I want that too. I want your mouth on my cock, I want my lips on your pussy. I want to fuck you in every position imaginable. I would die if I couldn’t have that. Say you’ll let me.”

“Yes, take it all,” I groan.

“Then come for me, Daisy. Come for me now, because I can’t hold out a second longer,” he demands roughly.

And just like the other night, I come on his command, splintering around him, my internal muscles gripping him tightly as pleasure rocks through me, making me arch and shudder. My breaths come in short, sharp pants as I struggle to catch my breath.

“That’s it,” he croons, still stroking me deeply. “So wet for me.”

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” I pant, head dropping forward as he gently pulls his fingers free.

I sway on my feet, my legs feeling wobbly from the intense orgasm as his snakes around my waist and he holds me steady.

He lifts his fingers, wet from my arousal, to his mouth and sucks on them. “You taste so fucking good,” he says.

“Dalton…” My voice trails off as he reaches up and grips my jaw, turning my head to the side as he shifts position, kissing me deeply. I can taste myself on him as he licks into my mouth, and I twine my fingers in his hair, kissing him back, nipping his bottom lip.

“Fuck, Daisy,” he mutters, pulling back. As our gazes clash I falter, feeling a wave of… lustandaffection. I wonder if he feels that too. “I’m so turned on. I’ve been hard for days ever since we fucked in your bathroom. I’ve wanked off thinking about that moment, how you bent over for me, how your pussy dripped for me, how you squeezed my damn cock so tight I saw a blaze of stars—just like these ones—behind my eyelids.”

“Then fuck me, Dalton. Makemesee stars,” I say, begging for more, my core contracting, desperate for his cock.

“Believe me, I’m gonna give you the whole fucking universe by the time we’re done,” he murmurs, reaching between us to unzip his fly and pull out his erection, allowing the length of his cock to rest against my arse as he shoves down his jeans and boxers past his hips.

“Palms back on the mirror,” he orders. “Now, Daisy!”

When I don’t do as I’m told immediately, because I’m still recovering from the aftershocks of my orgasm, he raises his hand and slaps my arse.

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