Page 90 of The Rogue and His Flower

“I understand,” she breathes, pupils widening as the hard ridge of my cock slides against her belly.

“I will fuck you until you’re breathless, until you come so hard you’ll forget every other man who’s been inside of you. You’ll be mine, and you won’t be able to tell me to forget about this, because I won’t be able to do that. I will want you tomorrow, the next day,everyday. You need to understand what you’re asking of me.”

My chest heaves and I try to tell myself to put an end to this, that this could all just be her way of papering over the cracks despite everything she’s said, but when her warm hand circles my cock, all rational thought leaves my fucking head.

I’m done for.

“I’m sure, Dalton. Please just fuck me,” she begs, and her hand on my cock and those words are like a bullet obliterating my self-control.

“Let go of me,” I grind out, releasing her from my hold.

She sucks in a breath, her fingers slipping from my cock. “Dalton, I told you that Iwantthis.”

I stare at her for long moments, long enough to see her confidence begin to crumble, long enough to know that I can’t walk out of this bathroom without burying myself deep inside of her.

“Fuck it,” I grind out on an exhale of breath.

“What?”

“I said put your hands on the vanity unit, and spread your fucking legs.”.

For a beat, all I can feel is the pulse of my dick throbbing in time to the beat of my heart, and her soft breath against my skin. Endless seconds tick by as I wait for her to change her mind.

Except she doesn’t.

She turns around and does exactly what I’ve asked, her eyes locking with mine in the reflection of the mirror as her wet hair hangs in unruly curls around her face.

“Good girl,” I murmur, loving how that sounds, how she shudders from my touch when I reach for her waist, my hands gliding over the curve of her hips. For a moment all I can do is stare at Daisy, admiring the freckles scattered across her creamy skin, the swell of her arse, the two tiny dimples in her lower back.

“You’re so fucking stunning,” I say as I lean forward, swiping her hair from her neck, then sink my teeth into the tender flesh of her shoulder, claiming her.

“Dalton,” she whimpers, dragging in a sharp breath as our eyes clash in the mirror.

“There’s no going back now,” I repeat as my lips find her ear. “Bend over, Daisy. Bare yourself to me.”

With a soft exhale she leans forward and presses her forearms either side of the sink, giving me a full view of her peachy arse and her glistening slit.

“That’s it,” I croon, my hand reaching forward to run my palm down her spine. She quakes beneath my touch, her pussy wet with arousal as I slide my fingers down her arse crack and between her parted folds. “You’re so fucking wet. You want me badly, don’t you?”

“Yes, I want you,” she whimpers, pushing back against my hand, moaning as my finger circles her clit. I rub against the tiny nub until her mouth falls open and her breath begins to hitch.

“Every part of you belongs to me now,” I say, gripping my cock and fisting myself as I slide my fingers inside of her pussy, fucking her with them. “From this moment on, there won’t be any part of your body off limits to me. I will claim your mouth, your pussy, your arse. I will take you in every possible way, Daisy. I will pinken your skin with my hand. I will suck on your beautiful tits until you come. I will lick every inch of your skin. I will fuck you until you can’t take anymore, and then I will fuck you again, and again, and again.”

“God, stop teasing me,” she whimpers.

“Saymyname, Daisy,” I command, slipping out of her and pinching her clit roughly.

She gasps, eyes flaring wide, her body tensing. Our eyes meet in the mirror as she says, “Dalton, just fuck me.”

I lose it.

Every single thought that tells me that I’m making a huge fucking mistake leaves my head as I grip my cock, line myself at her opening, then slam into her with one firm thrust, shunting her body forward.

She cries out, pressing her hand against the mirror to prevent herself from colliding with it as I fuck her hard and fast. I’m not gentle. There’s no tenderness. This is weeks and weeks of built up tension as I sink my cock deep inside of her.

“You wanted this!” I accuse, slamming into her over and over as she pants and groans, her cries echoing around the bathroom. “You wanted me to fuck you. This is what it feels like, Daisy!”

“Yes,” she hisses as I ram into her, my hand reaching for her hair as I tug on it, her neck arching as I drive into her over and over and over again.

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