Page 87 of Rough Around the Hedges

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, f-fine!” Rose gripped my hair so tightly my eyes almost watered and closed her eyes. “I’ll handle it. You go on home now before it’s dark. I know you hate driving in it.”

Clearly, she wasn’t close enough to an orgasm if she could still think about other people’s preferences.

I brought my tongue back between her legs, fighting against her hold.

“If you’re sure…”

“Yes, go!” Rose clapped her hand over her mouth again.

Her legs shook, and I knew she was close. She looked down at me, almost pleadingly, but I could see the need in her eyes. I shook my head, the motion making my tongue rub against her clit, and she twitched.

“All right, see you tomorrow!” Susan said brightly, and a few seconds later, the distant sound of the gate opening and closing reached our ears.

“You—” Rose ground out, rolling her hips and pressing her pussy against my mouth. She moaned. “Ah! Yes, there!”

“You can come now, princess,” I taunted.

I sucked on her clit, curled my fingers inside her, and looked up just in time to see her fall apart. Her whole body tensed, and she forced my face into her pussy, jerking her hips, shamelessly fucking her clit against my tongue.

So. Fucking. Beautiful.

“Bastard,” she breathed when I pulled away once she’d calmed down. “You fucking bastard.”

I laughed, slowly getting to my feet. “What? I was just returning the favour.”

“But you could have stopped when—”

I sucked the fingers that were just inside her, cutting her off. She stilled, and her eyes widened the slightest bit.

She grabbed my wrist, yanking my hand away from my mouth, and I smirked.

She sure was shy for someone who’d just been shamelessly fucking my face.

“Bastard,” she hissed, squeezing my wrist.

I tugged her against me and cupped her jaw, covering her mouth with mine. She moaned as our tongues met. She softened against me, and I slid my hands down her body, grabbing her hips. I hauled her up, wrapping her legs around my waist, and carried her over to the rattan loveseat.

I lowered us down carefully, putting her on my lap, and she ground against my cock, fisting my hair as we kissed again. My hands ran all over her body, kneading her soft, hot skin. Rose moaned as she spread her wetness all over my erection, I was all too happy to let her continue. The need to be inside her clawed at me, but the tiny whimpers and breathy gasps that vibrated against my lips as she pleasured herself against my cock were doing something unfathomable to me.

If this was what she wanted, what she needed, then she could take it.

She could use me as she pleased.

Her body tightened, and I knew the exact moment her orgasm hit. She trembled in my arms, tensing before falling against me, her tongue still tangled with mine. I broke the kiss and brought my lips to her neck, kissing and nipping along the sensitive skin.

My cock twitched.

I wanted to be inside her so badly.

I wanted to fuck her until she forgot her own name.

“Oh, my God,” Rose whispered, shivering. “What did I just do?”

“Made me into your personal fucktoy,” I murmured into her ear, gently dragging her earlobe between my teeth. “Did you enjoy using me for your pleasure, princess?”

“Don’t call me that,” she breathed.

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