Page 79 of Roses and Skulls

Slowly, I let go of him.

My reaction does make him hesitate though and he leaves me in my panties, instead he stretches out beside me. “Look at me, baby,” he says, brushing hair away from face.

“I-I can’t,” I admit, the shy Billie Rose taking over.

Chapter Nineteen

Elijah

She’s so goddamn beautiful even when she’s falling apart. She’s shy, inexperienced, and like I’ve said, thank God for that. I’m glad I’m getting all her firsts. I’ll take them greedily. But right now, I just need to stop the panic rushing her system and turn it into something else.

“That’s okay, just look at the stars and breathe,” I instruct.

She nods and every muscle in her body tenses when my fingers trail beneath her shirt, sliding under her bra. Her nipples are pebbled and perfect for what I’m about to do. I pinch hard enough that she arches her back off the ground, her mouth falling open. Her eyes roll back in her head before closing and I know she’s getting her first dose of relief.

My hand slides over to give her breasts equal attention, only this time when I clamp down on the little bud, I lean over and kiss her neck gently, balancing her pain with a little burst of pleasure.

Her throaty moan goes straight to my cock.

I move higher and suck her bottom lip into my mouth and I bite down, hard enough that a tinge of copper erupts over my tongue.

“Jesus,” she whispers.

Then without warning, I plunge my hand straight the fuck into her cute little pink panties, cupping her hard against my palm. Our gazes clash, her chest rising and falling quickly as I hold myself still. When she doesn’t stop me, I move on, rolling her clit between my finger and thumb, gently, ever so gently and then I pinch down, her pupils widen, and I drown in the depths of them.

Her cheeks pinken with embarrassment when she realizes I can tell just how turned on she is.

“Do you like this?” I whisper in her ear, letting my tongue snake along the edge. I bite down on her lobe at the same time pleasuring her little clit.

“Shittt,” she groans in desire, her eyes rolling back in her head again.

This isn’t going to take long. Billie Rose came after riding my sucker for five minutes, she doesn’t waste time. She’s right there, but this time I’m going to draw it out, make her suffer. It’s what she needs.

“Answer me, do you like it when I make it hurt so good?” I hover over her, halting the movement of my hand, relishing in the fact that her hips are now pushing off the ground as she tries to grind herself into the palm of my hand.

“Elijah,” she begs, lifting her ass again.

“Tell. Me,” I demand, pulling my hand out of her panties, making her let out a little whine. I smack her, right over her drenched panties.

She yelps, her eyes narrowing on mine.

She might as well learn right now who’s in charge. Billie Rose is strong, wild, and untamed. She needs a strong man to keep her grounded and balanced. She’s not even aware just how strong she is. But she will.

I grab her around the throat, the scent of her arousal on my hand makes me groan. Oh, what I would give right now for a taste but that’s not what she needs. She needs it to hurt. Again, her cheeks pinken as my wet fingers tighten.

“Yes. Yes, I like it,” she confesses.

“Such a good girl.” Her eyes flutter closed at my words. “I’m the only one who gets to hurt you. Do you understand.”

She nods feverishly.

I make my way back down her body, stopping to give her perfect tits a harsh squeeze before diving back into the promise land. Except this time, I’m gentle. Her breathing picks up and I know she’s getting close as my finger swirls and then I let it dip lower, the very tip entering her.

Her eyes are full blown galaxies, beautiful and limitless. She breaths out slowly, her body stills except for the trembling of her legs.

I slide in another inch before pulling back and then slowly, ever so slowly, shove it all the way in till my knuckles bump against her.

“Oh,” she breathes out, her eyes focused on the sky.

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