Page 115 of Roses in Summer

“You look so fucking pretty like this, ciern. A fucking rose covered in thorns, blooming just for me,” I rasp out, pumping my hips up as I speak. My words ignite her, and she moves faster, sloppier, slurping sounds echoing in the room as she works me like the best goddamn dessert she’s ever tasted. I’m seconds away from coming, and while I’d love to paint her mouth with my cum, I need to feel her body against mine more.

Tugging at her hair, I pull her mouth from me and meet her confused eyes. “There’s no way I’m coming anywhere but your pussy today, ciern.” Releasing her strands, my hands go to her hips, and I pull her over me, draping her body over mine like a blanket. My left hand snakes down, winding around her upper thigh and lifting it until it’s hitched at my torso.

“If I reach down, will your pussy be wet for me, ciern?” I ask, hand flexing against her thigh at the thought. “Or do you need some help?”

Instead of answering, Seraphina lowers her head and licks the seam of my lips. I open instantly, lifting slightly to capture her lower lip between my teeth and pull her back into me. Sera moans against the bite, and I soothe her flesh with my tongue, licking the sting before closing my mouth over hers.

I’m lost in the tangle of tongues and teeth and lips and meet her mouth with the same fervor she meets mine. Her body starts to move on top of mine, her pussy dragging across my abdomen as she grinds her clit against my skin.

“Lincoln,” she murmurs against my mouth, breathing me in.

“I know, ciern,” I mutter against her lips, swallowing her gasp in a kiss as I pull her by her thigh, dragging her against my body until the head of my cock is aligned with her cunt. Bringing my other hand to her hair, I pull her head back and note her flushed face and the dark lashes resting against her cheeks. “Open your eyes, Seraphina.”

Slowly, her lids flutter open, and I’m greeted by the sight of her dilated pupils and the desire glazing her eyes. Pushing her down, I enter her slowly, letting her feel every inch of me before I bottom out.

“Oh-ohh,” she stutters, her voice breathy. “Oh my god.” Her lids start to shut again, and I squeeze her thigh in warning.

“Open your eyes, Seraphina.” Just like before, they pop open to reveal her lust-drunk gaze. “Don’t make me tell you again.” Rolling my hips beneath her, I press into her before pulling back, small, minute applications of pressure that serve to brush her clit against my pelvic bone.

I groan at the movement, the feel of her body rubbing against mine as I keep her hips pinned. “Ser—” She cuts me off, biting my lip and stealing my words with a hard kiss. I respond in kind, letting my mouth work against her in the same rhythm our bodies move. Her hands reach up, sinking into the buzzed hair atop my head. Her fingers scrape my scalp as our tongues twine, and I feel myself tighten, my balls drawing close as my orgasm slams into me, and I let go inside Seraphina’s cunt, painting her insides with my cum.

“Fuck,” I grunt out, stilling Seraphina’s body and thrusting up, burying myself and my cum as deep inside of her as I can. I’m breathing heavily, my inhales and exhales in tune with the beating of my heart. Seraphina’s breathing just as hard, though I know it’s not from an orgasm.

My girl didn’t come, and that’s something that needs to be fixed. If I could, I’d keep her on top of me, a sweat-soaked blanket until I need to leave for work. While giving in to the lethargy that threatens to take over after fucking Seraphina, my need to give her pleasure takes precedence.

Releasing her hair and her thigh, I bring my hands back to her hips and lift, moving Seraphina off my softening cock and depositing her on her back on her bed. I follow her body, turning with her until I’m between her thighs. Shifting back, I keep moving until I’m able to drop to my stomach between her legs.

Looking up her body, I note the rise and fall of her chest, the small swell of her breasts, and the look of need stamped on her face. She doesn’t ask what I’m doing, doesn’t try to stop me from doing something that a lot of guys would be too disgusted to do.

For anyone else, I wouldn’t do this. I wouldn’t even have the inclination to bend down and lick Seraphina’s well-used, cum-filled pussy, and taste the mixture of the two of us.

I’d probably be disgusted.

Repulsed.

But with Seraphina, I’m fucking starving.

Letting my eyes drift down, I settle my gaze between her thighs and see the white cum slowly dripping from her cunt. Her lips are swollen, and there’s a wetness there that signals just how turned on my little thorn is.

I let one hand wander from her hips to between her legs, roaming until my fingers graze the sensitive, soaked flesh. I play with the cum seeping out, gathering it on my finger and swirling it into her skin. Lifting my gaze, I meet Seraphina’s eyes as I open my mouth and latch onto her lips, sucking her into my mouth.

I watch as her eyes widen, the surprise and lust evident on her face just before her head tilts back and her hips tilt up, silently begging me for more. If someone were to ask me if I like the taste of my own cum, my answer would be a definitive no, but knowing that it marked Seraphina, I’d eat her cum-coated pussy any fucking day. I’m aware of the possessive nature I’m feeling, but I’m too far gone to give a shit.

Sera’s eyes close as I spear my tongue inside her, gathering my cum and swallowing it down. The moment I lose her eyes, I stop, keeping my mouth on her but my tongue and lips immobile.

Her head snaps down, confusion on her face before it clears to understanding at my raised eyebrow. “I’ll keep my eyes on you,” she murmurs.

I hum in acknowledgment and snake my tongue out, tasting her before latching onto her clit and biting down hard. With my gaze fastened on her face, I see the pleasure play out as I alternate between bites and slow licks.

“I need more, Lincoln,” she pants out, hands fisted at her side.

I lift my mouth from her body, licking once more before leaning up and bringing my fingers to her pussy. I work two fingers in, curling them once my knuckles hit her lips. Pulling back her skin, I tear my gaze from her face and look down to reveal her clit. Bending over, I flick the collection of nerves, moving my tongue slowly as I angle my fingers upward, hitting her G-spot with each thrust.

The combination of my mouth and fingers is too much for her, and she tenses almost immediately, hips thrown toward my face and body stilling as her orgasm crashes into her. I gentle my strokes and soften my tongue, working her body down as the pleasure starts to recede and the bone-crushing tiredness that comes after good sex seeps in.

I slip my fingers out of Seraphina’s cunt, loving how wet they are with our combined release. I don’t hesitate to suck them into my mouth and lick our cum off my fingers, uncaring at this point since I just ate my cum out of her pussy.

Moving my fingers out of my mouth, I reach down and lift Seraphina’s left thigh, turning her to her side as I fall on the bed and gather her in my arms.

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