Page 124 of The Rogue and His Flower

“Open your legs for me,” I order, and she gasps as I swipe the ripened fruit gently on either side of her pussy, right up high on the tops of her thighs.

“Nowthisis a meal fit for the heir to a billion pound fortune,” I mutter, a wicked glint in my eye.

“Thisis filthy,” she murmurs.

“Yes. Yes, it is,” I reply, before lowering my mouth to the trail of juice, tasting the sweet papaya before licking her glistening seam. “Fuck, that’s good,” I mutter.

“Oh my, ahhhh…” she cries as I repeat the action over and over again, my tongue lapping at the juices the sweet fruit leaves behind, before swiping my tongue through her pussy, and the wetness her body produces from my attention.

Rising upwards, I slide the papaya into her mouth. “Eat. I’m going to feed you until you’re full and you can’t take any more, then I’m going to make you come.”

She opens her mouth willingly, eating the slice of fruit as I reach for a strawberry, taking a small bite before I swirl it over each nipple.

I can’t help but grin at her moans, lowering my mouth to her core, tasting, licking, fucking her pretty cunt with my tongue, all the while using the strawberry to soak her nipples before feeding the pulpy fruit to her. With each slice of fruit, I do the same until all we’re left with is a thick slice of apple, the length and width of my finger. It’s not as soft as the other fruits, and I lift it to my mouth, sucking on it, the tangy sweetness exploding on my tongue.

“I’m going to make you come now, wife,” I say, pinching it between my finger and thumb, and dropping my gaze to her hole that drips so beautifully with her wetness.

She looks up at me wide-eyed as I gently slide the piece of apple into her mouth. She groans, her lips suctioning around the fruit, her skin flushing as I lower my mouth to her clit and suck on it, all the while gently fucking her mouth with the slice of apple.

“Dalton!” she cries, twisting her head to the side, the piece of apple discarded on the countertop as I grab her sticky breast and tease her clit with my tongue. “Please.”

Her cries turn me on so fucking much that I reach between my legs and shove my hand into my swimshorts, fisting my cock, twisting it roughly. The taste of her, the sounds she makes, the beautiful way she trusts me, turns me on so fucking that it isn’t long until I feel my own orgasm building at the base of my spine, my balls drawing tight against my body.

“I’m so close,” she whines, grabbing my head, pressing herself against me, needing more, just like I need more.

I want her so fucking badly. So badly that I could give into my desire and fuck her now, but I don’t. Instead I eat her out like a ravenous man, pushing two fingers inside of her with one firm thrust.

“Then come for me, wife,” I grind out against her.

“Please… Oh, Dalton. Please, please, please!” she cries, as I crook my fingers and stroke that tender, spongy spot deep inside of her.

“Come. Come now!”

And she does, right when I demand her too.

Her internal walls tighten, her back arches as she cries out my name, coming long and hard. The sound is like a shot of pleasure straight to my dick, and I rear upwards, still finger fucking her as I awkwardly push down my swim shorts, and riseup onto the balls of my feet, white, hot strings off cum erupting from my cock as I empty my seed all over her pussy and lower stomach.

“Jesus,” I groan, my whole body fucking trembling, my hips jerking, my cock strangled by my fist as I milk every last drop of cum from my dick. “Look at the mess I’ve made of you.”

Dropping my dick, I swirl my fingers in my cum, sliding it over her clit so it drips between her folds and onto my waiting fingers, then I push it inside of her, loving the slick sounds, and the desperate pants that fall from her lips.

“The way your pussy weeps for me. Fuck, Daisy, I can’t get enough,” I admit, my skin heating, my damn heart swelling in my chest as this feeling of euphoria washes over me. I’ve never, ever, felt this way before. It’s an unfamiliar feeling, strange, frightening. That most of all. Yet despite the fear, I don’t stop. I embrace it.

“Dalton,” she whimpers, pushing up onto shaky arms, her tangled hair falling about her face in a halo as she blinks up at me.

“You’re…” my voice trails off as I fail to find the words to describe how fucking stunning she is, how helpless I feel in the moment. All I can do is pull her towards me, needing her chest to chest. Placing my hands on her hips, I drag her to the edge of the counter. “Wrap your arms and legs around me. I’m going to clean you up.”

Gripping her tight against me, I step out of my swim shorts, kicking them aside, then I lift her into my arms and stride towards the ensuite bathroom in her bedroom. She softens in my hold, her check pressed against my shoulder as I carry her.

I’m still hard, still fucking desperate to sink inside of her, and my dick is teasingly close to her entrance. All it would take is pinning her against the wall and one firm thrust of my hips and I’d be inside of her. It takes every last scrap of self-restraint notto do that. Instead, I step into the shower cubicle and reach for the tap, turning it on. As warm water falls from the showerhead over us both, I gently drop her to her feet.

“Dalton,” she whispers, her hands pressed against my chest as she looks up at me, droplets of water cascading over her upturned face.

Yet she doesn’t continue, captured in the moment as I am, the heat from the shower is nothing compared to the warmth between us. I drop my gaze to her freckles, slowly counting them one by one, needing a moment to centre myself, to calm the racing beat of my heart.

Thirty-eight. She has thirty-eight freckles dusting her nose and cheeks, each one as beautiful as the next. Then, when my heart has finally calmed to a more even rhythm, I lift my gaze to meet hers, only for it to skip a beat at the intense way she looks at me. I see something in her eyes, something that makes my heart stutter then stall, something I want to desperately lean into, to welcome, yet I shake my head.

“Don’t say it,” I whisper, cupping her cheek, brushing my thumb over her bottom lip.

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