Page 85 of Rough Around the Hedges

“Rose—”

She grabbed my hips to stop me moving away, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth with the motion. I groaned again and reached a hand out to the door to steady myself, fisting my other one tightly in her hair. A tiny whimper escaped her throat, and I barely fought back a chuckle despite the pleasure rolling through my body.

Right.

This was Rose.

Shelikedit like this.

I pulled her hair a little more, and she hummed happily around my cock. The gentle vibration of it sent a shiver through me, and I bucked my hips, giving her what she wanted while relieving a modicum of my own frustration.

I needed to come.

As if I’d said it out loud, she picked up the pace, taking me deeper into her mouth. She released my hips and replaced her hand on my cock, working it with the same vigour.

Between her hand and her mouth, I came undone.

“Fuck, Rose!”

I held her head in place, roughly burying my cock inside her mouth as I came. She took it, and the only part of her movingwas her left hand that was still gently pumping the base of my dick as if she were trying to get every last drop out of me.

My heart thundered inside my chest, and I opened my eyes, slowly pulling my hips back. With my hand still in her hair, I tilted her head back so she was looking at me.

A glassy, heated gaze.

Flushed, pink cheeks.

Swollen, parted lips.

She was so fucking beautiful.

I trailed my gaze down her body to her thighs. They were open, and one of her hands was tucked between her legs, and I almost got instantly hard again at the realisation.

She’d been touching herself with my cock in her mouth.

Fuck.

How was I supposed to keep any sense of reason, knowing that she’d been so turned on by sucking my cock that she’d had to touch herself?

“Hmm,” I said, bending down brush my lips over hers. “It seems that I’ve neglected you.”

She flinched. “What are—”

“Can you stand?” I murmured, helping her to her feet. She was a little unsteady where she’d been kneeling on the hard floor, but she managed it.

I pushed her back against the door and dropped to my knees, lifting the skirt of her dress and parting her thighs. I brushed the dirt from her reddened knees and kissed each of them before turning my attention upwards. I could see her arousal—the light blue fabric of her underwear had a darker patch, and an irritating itch scratched through me.

As much as I loved that she’d touched herself because of me, I was greedy.

I wanted to be the one who touched her.

Theonlyone.

I brushed my finger over the fabric of her knickers, pressing my lips to her inner thigh. “Look how wet you are just from sucking my cock. Pretty impressive from someone who proclaims this is all a mistake.”

“Fuck you,” she gasped, her legs trembling.

“Oh, you will,” I assured her, moving her underwear to the side. “But now, it’s my turn to eat.”

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