Page 59 of Rogue Voice

Bea

Rogue pinched her nipples in the most delicious way.

It wasn’t something Bea had ever thought of doing when she touched herself. She’d always figured her breasts were too small, too uninteresting, to provide much pleasure. She scoffed at the thought, now as Rogue stretched her nipples, the light pull connecting directly with her pussy, as if the two were tied by an invisible thread.

God.She’d come so hard—with his mouth on her, something she’d never even imagined possible—and already she wanted more. But this time, she wantedhim. She wanted Rogue inside her.

Bea shivered as Rogue kissed down the side of her neck, his mouth making a map of erogenous areas. “Rogue,” she whispered.

“Yes?” he acknowledged, in between gentle love bites.

“I want you inside me.”

His arms tightened around her. “Are you sure?”

She almost howled.

Am I sure? I’m so sure I’m about to combust.

Her hands gripped Rogue’s thick upper arms. She didn’t have all the right words for how she was feeling—hot and wet, yes, but those were woefully inadequate words for everything that was going on inside her. “I want you, Rogue. I’m ready,” she said, looking pointedly at his cock. He was clearly ready as well, his cock standing out long and proud against his muscled belly, the purple head glistening.

A stab of concern hit her, then.What if he was too big, and?—

“What did you think about just now?” he asked.

“What if you don’t fit?” she blurted out before she could stop herself. As soon as she said it, she regretted it, knowing it was a ridiculous thing to say. But Rogue didn’t laugh. Instead, he pulled his body closer to hers so their bodies were aligned, and caressed her cheek gently with his fingers.

“Hey, look at me, honey.” He took a shuddering breath. “I promise I would never, ever hurt you, Bea. You can tell me to stop at any point. I will always stop.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” he asked.

“Okay, but go back to what you were doing earlier, on my neck.”

“This?” he asked.

That.

Her fears eased as quickly as they’d come. She trusted Rogue completely and knew he would never hurt her. All she had to do was feel and enjoy?—

The sound of plastic tearing made her open her eyes again.

Oh.A condom.

That made sense. She’d completely forgotten about that. Thank God he hadn’t. She watched, entranced, as he rolled it onto his thick cock. She wanted to help but wasn’t sure how to do so. And then he was back.

“Bend your knees, Bea,” he asked. He spread her legs as wide as they could go. Bea focused on keeping still, though her muscles started quivering. “Relax for me.”

His clever fingers touched her down there, just where she needed him. And then it wasn’t just his fingers there. His cock lined up against her, hot and thick. He pressed against her, and there was a feeling of intense pressure as he slid inside.

Pressure and heat.

Bea bit her lower lip as the pressure grew. She was being stretched open, and it felt?—

“Keep looking at me, Bea.”

Her eyes met his. In his eyes, there was passion and tenderness, and something else, that?—

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