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I think you’re really great?In the number of moments I’ve said something stupid in my life, that one takes the cake, but Rowan doesn’t seem to mind and that might be the thing I love most about him.

He never makes me say more than I can and that’s the greatest gift he could give me. My heart is damaged and skeptical, partly because of him, but I’m trying.I really want to try.

Rowan moves his hands around to my front, paying close attention to each nipple, driving me to the brink of insanity, his lips and tongue trailing the skin of my back, and my spine. Every nip, lick, and kiss is like throwing little cherry bombs into the blazing heat flowing through my veins. He holds my legs apart so I can’t squeeze my thighs together and all I want him to do is bury himself in me.

I clamp a hand over my mouth to stay quiet as Rowan crouches behind me and traces the inside of my thigh with his tongue. The closer he moves his mouth to the ache between my thighs the more desperate I get. When he settles there, running his flattened tongue over my dripping slit just once from behind, I grip my sheets and push my hips toward his face, begging without words for anything he’ll offer me. He drops little kisses to my pussy and chuckles as I pant, grinding my desperate pussy toward his face.

Finally, he lets me really have what I seek. His mouth. Flicking his tongue over my clit only teases me and I’m a mess as I wait for him to fully bury his tongue in my pussy. Heat creeps up my throat, my cheeks, as I breathe in shallow breaths.

Rowan pushes two of his fingers inside me, to the place that will be my undoing, as he leans in and groans before he firmly sucks my clit into his mouth. I gasp as quietly as I can. Rowan doesn’t stop, timing his tongue with my bucking hips, trading between sucking my clit into his mouth and fucking his tongue into me as I struggle to breathe and rock into him more, taking exactly what I want.

“Attagirl, Vi, I want every drop,” Rowan says as he hooks an arm around my waist, pulling me even closer, holding me tight so I have no ability to move.

This is where I come undone, doing just as he orders. My legs quiver as I soak his face, biting into my pillow. He doesn’t slow until I’m a panting heap. I’ve dug my nails so deep into my sheets I’m sure I’ve shredded them. His mouth makes a slow sweep up my center until he raises up behind me, I watch him in my mirror, the look in his navy eyes is out of control. Starving.

Rowan grips his cock, sliding it through my slit from behind. My heart beats faster and my core tightens as he begins to push into me, one inch at a time.

“Every second I had to wait for you was worth it, Violette,” he says as he continues his slow intentional sink. I swallow a deep breath and feel my pussy clenching, adjusting to his size at this angle.

The feeling that washes over me as he continues losing himself to me, it almost makes me feel faint as he grips my hips, moving agonizingly slow. I grab my pillow again and push my face into it to keep from crying out.

“Better bury your little face and bite the pillow, love. I’m only giving you half.”

Half???

“Fucking perfect little cunt…” Rowan groans, tipping his head back. He gives me more, then pulls out slightly before sinking back in, squeezing my ass so tight. I lean back to take more of him as his hips move, he fills me like I’ve never been filled and though it hurts it feels…so fucking good.

“See what I mean?” Rowan slides his hand around my throat again and angles my gaze back to the mirror. “Look at how pretty you are stuffed full of my cock,” he mutters, pulling out and driving back into me again, his eyes trained to mine in the mirror. I begin to meet his thrusts, as he moves in and out of me, fucking me like he wrote the damn playbook.

He brings his hand back to my side and grips my hip so tightly as he falls into a rhythm that has me biting into my bottom lip, trying not to scream.

“That’s it…” Rowan groans as his pace increases and his gaze moves to where we connect. Watching him in the mirror is oddly erotic, the way he bites his lips as he takes in the view of my pussy working to accept him.

“Look at how your body begs. Sucks me right in, begging me to fuck you deeper.” Rowan pulls almost all the way out and then slams back into me again with a rhythm that lines my vision withstatic. “Begging me to fuck you harder.” He bites back a groan, his bottom lip between his teeth again.

“The sight of you like this leaves no room for control.” Rowan sinks his hand into my hair and winds his fingers through.

I white knuckle the bed sheets, the pillow, anything I can, rocking backward into him, meeting each thrust. My pussy spasms around him as he gets rougher and faster, and then slows his pace. I can’t keep up with him. I’m not out of shape, I walk every single day with Hollie, I do yoga when I can, but I am no match for this man and his hotshot stamina. Rowan fucks me like he could go for hours and barely breaks a sweat. Slow to quick, calculated to unruly. Rowan unleashes his desire like he’s wanted me forever, and maybe he has.

In turn, I meet him with every deep thrust because maybe this is what I’ve always waited for too, someone to be messy and uninhibited with, someone I can truly be myself with.

“Fuck, Vi, I’m not ready to come yet,” Rowan groans as he reaches down and pulls me up, my back to his front. “Neither are you.” I shake my head and whimper. I wish I could stay like this forever. “But your tight little cunt is begging to milk my cock.”

He kisses every part of me that he can as he brings me to the edge one more time. He tells me how beautiful I am, how well I take him, as my head falls backward onto his chest and every word of praise feeds me in a way I’ve never known.

“You’ve got another one, Vi, don’t you, dirty girl?” He reaches down to circle the pad of his middle finger against my clit, and I reach my arm back behind his neck and turn my face up to kiss his lips because I’m definitely going to come again, but I want him to know.

“Rowan…”

“Yes, love?” he groans as buries himself in me to the hilt.

“I-I think I’m falling…” I whisper into his neck, digging my nails into his skin, anything I can to stop myself from crying out and waking the whole block.

“It’s about time you caught up, love. I fell a long time ago, and I’ve just been waiting for you to catch up,” he says as my orgasm centers through me and I’m coming. I reach back and grip his hair tight, his movements and kiss become hurried and deep as he bites down on my bottom lip, and I let him so it stops me from crying out.

“FuckingChrist,Violette,” Rowan growls as he spills into me.

I feel him everywhere all at once, his warmth consumes me. Both inside and out, I feel his praise, his words, his kiss, his cum—all of it. His muscled arms wrap around me tightly, slowing his pace but staying inside me for what feels like an eternity. We still, tangled up in each other and this moment, neither of us wanting it to end.

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