Page 88 of Rough Around the Hedges

“We both know I’m not going to listen to you.” I slipped my hand between us and flicked my finger over her clit. “You didn’t answer my question.”

She shivered. “What are you doing to me, you bastard?”

“If you keep calling me that, I’m going to think it’s your pet name for me.”

“It is,” she shot back, looking at me with shining, fiery eyes. “Suits you.”

“Thank you.” I toyed with her clit again, drawing another shudder from her. “Feel good, princess?”

“I just told you not to call me that!” She snapped, anger flaring in her gaze.

I smirked as I leant in towards her neck, kissing it. “Someone’s mad.”

“I am! First at the door, now that stupid nickname. You’re really pissing me off.”

“Excellent.” I laughed, palming my hands against her arse. “You’re mad at me, and you’re mad at yourself… Why don’t you put that anger to good use and ride me until you feel better, hm?”

She paused for a moment, then pushed away from me. “Fine, but I’m not looking at your stupid face.”

My eyes widened with surprise, and she got off me. She turned around, peered back, and climbed on the seat with her back to me. Her lower legs were either side of me, and I ran my hands up her calves as she reached down to grab my cock. She guided me to her opening, and I clenched my jaw as she lowered herself down onto me.

Her dress was up around her waist, and I had a perfect view of her taking my cock. I ran my hands up until they were at her hips, and I gripped them tightly so I didn’t lose control.

All I wanted to do right now was slam into her.

Before I’d even finished the thought, Rose moved, planting her hands on my knees. My cock glinted with her wetness as she lifted her hips, and I was utterly fucking mesmerised by the sight of it.

By her.

I held back, gritting my teeth as she rode me at her own pace. She took every inch of me, rolling and undulating her hips every now and then, and I knew it was because she’d found the good spot.

I leant towards her and pressed kisses against her exposed back. “Enjoying yourself, princess?”

Her answering moan told me all I needed to know, and I briefly stilled her, pulling her right down onto me. She arched her back, resting her head on my shoulder. I slid my hands up her warm body, then wrapped one arm around her waist and pinned her against me.

“My turn,” I whispered in her ear, leaning against the back of the sofa, taking her with me. She squeaked a protest, but it died when I turned her head and took her mouth with mine.

I moved slowly at first, gently rocking into her as she moved her legs, adjusted to the new angle. I swallowed all her whimpersand gasps and tightened my grip on her, shifting slightly so I didn’t hurt her neck as we kissed.

She broke the kiss, resting her head back on me with a gasp as I buried myself deep inside her. My fingers slid from her jaw and rested against her tender neck, and I hesitated.

Rose’s answer to my unspoken question was to grind her hips.

I smiled against her shoulder and gently circled her neck with my hand, keeping her perfectly in this position. I slid my other hand between her legs, brushing my fingertip over her clit.

“Please,” she whispered, squeezing me inside her. “Oli, please…”

Her words sent a shiver through me, and my cock pulsed with the need that tingled every single one of my nerve endings.

“Since you asked so nicely.” I spread my thighs to open her legs further and pushed all the way inside her. A long, high moan escaped her swollen lips, and I pressed kisses to her shoulder as I picked up the pace.

I thrust into her the way she liked it—hard, furious, shamelessly desperate. I held her neck with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other, dotting her shoulder and the side of her neck with tiny bites and kisses.

“I hate you,” she gasped, her hips bucking to meet my thrusts.

“If this is how you hate me, princess, I think I’ll live.”

“You—ah!” She clenched around me, and I could feel she was close.

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