Page 38 of Rogue

The grin that stretches across his face is at once beautiful and devious. And the fire in his eyes is an inferno.

He slides his thumb over my opening, making me arch my back and press into his hand, needing more.

“You want it bad, don’t you?” he asks. “You dirty, wild girl.”

“Yes,” I say and grin at him. “Yes, I do.”

“What do you want?” he asks, his voice commanding.

“Anything you want,” I say.

“Anything?” he asks, a sharp, hard edge in his voice as he slides his thumb over my opening again, this time all the way to my butt hole.

“Anything,” I repeat.

“Then be a good girl and get on your hands and knees for me,” he says and moves away to give me room.

All I need is a second and I’m ready for him, back arched, eyes on his as he climbs on the bed behind me.

He slides his pulsing cock over my pussy and rests it against my other hole, making me gasp. I meant what I said. Completely. Doesn’t mean I think I can actually take him in all my holes. Not with how huge he is.

He chuckles.

“A lying girl too, then,” he says, as though reading my mind.

But before I can answer he slides his cock into my pussy with no warning, making me see stars floating in the silvery light all around us. They only get brighter and brighter, hotter too as he gives me more and more of his cock, slowly making me feel every pulsing inch of him.

Then he pulls out just as slowly until he’s all the way out. And does it again. And again. Until the bed beneath me feels like water and all I really know is how much I need more of him. How much I need all he can give me.

As though reading my mind again he starts thrusting into me faster, his thick cock beating at the walls of my pussy, pushing all my buttons, his strong hands on my hips holding me in place. Good thing too. Because I might run from this pleasure he’sgiving me. From this all-consuming raging inferno of his desire meeting mine deep inside me.

I’m moaning so loud I’m practically screaming by the time the orgasm finally washes over me in electric waves of pure bliss, hot enough to sear my skin and make me see double.

Yet he keeps going, keeps thrusting into me. Harder and deeper as he breaks through the last of my walls. I come a second time and he’s still not done. And on the third, my breaths aren’t reaching my lungs anymore. And he’s still not done. He’s still riding me hard, his hands on my hips the only thing still keeping me upright. I’m shaking all over, barely still able to take the pleasure he’s giving me.

When I came for the fourth time, he finally came with me. His cock buried deep inside me and pulsing hard, my body shaking all around it, my very soul shattered into a billion glowing pieces of bliss and light and everything good.

Then he finally releases me and lays on his back next to me. Panting. All I can do is lie down on my stomach next to him and try to remember how to breathe right again.

“That was amazing,” I manage to tell him.

“It was,” he says, still looking up at the ceiling, but sliding his fingers gently up and down my back. “You sure can take it.”

I’m glad I could give him an amazing time. Yet hearing him put it this way kinda hurts too. But there’s too much to unpack in thinking that way so I won’t even try.

He turns to me and grins. “I’m ready to go again whenever you are,” he says and gives my ass a slap.

I shake my head. “Already? Let me at least catch my breath first.”

He looks disappointed but smiles and rolls over to give me quick peck on the lips. “Don’t take too long though.”

“I won’t,” I promise him.

But that’s probably a lie too. Because I can hardly keep my eyes open. And I already know I’ll sleep better than I have in years as soon as I let them close.

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