Page 47 of Reckless Roses
“You love choking on it, don’t you, Elena?”
She moans, nodding through her tears.
“I wish you could see yourself like this. I’ve made a fucking mess of you. You look so pretty, drooling on my cock. My perfect little whore.” Her eyes grow heavy at my words, and I can see her fingers inch down her thighs, like she’s fighting not to touch herself. I smile. “Are you waiting for my permission to play with your greedy cunt, baby?”
I pause at the back of her throat, my cock pulsing in her mouth as she attempts to nod.
“You think you deserve the right to come?” I ask, voice thick and strained with pleasure. “I thought I said something earlier about punishing you for being such a fucking tease.” She moans again, the sound stemming from frustration more than pleasure. “But you’re such a good girl, being so obedient for me. I bet if I told you not to, you’d go all night without touching your pussy, wouldn’t you? You’d let me edge you until you were dripping over the floor. Isn’t that right?”
I start fucking her mouth again, knowing she’s attempting to nod, but I tighten my grip on her hair, holding her head still. I thrust deep before pulling out completely. She sucks in a rapid breath of air, gasping, “Please—”, but I force my cock inside her mouth again before she has the chance to finish. I repeat the former movement, giving her a chance to say, “Let—” I thrust again, “Me—” she speaks through each push into her mouth, “Come.”
I exit her mouth one final time, and the words spill from it so quickly, I don’t have the chance to shut her up again before she says, “Daddy, please. Let me touch my greedy cunt. Let me come with you.”
Fucking hell.I pull her hair, bringing her mouth over me again, and she takes it hungrily. “I swear to God, woman, you’re going to be the death of me.” I feel her laugh, as if she knows she just got exactly what she wanted out of me. “Play with your pussy, baby. Make yourself feel good while I use your slutty fucking mouth.”
She whimpers, her hand disappearing between her thighs. Her eyes flutter, fighting to remain open as she begins to strum her clit. We don’t break contact, though, both chasing that ecstasy through one another.
It’s otherworldly with her. I never imagined it could be like this with anyone, but I’ve always known the highest peaks of pleasure could only be found in her arms. I haven’t even been inside her yet, and she has exceeded every fucking expectation.
That primal, red-hot need gathers at the base of my spine. My cock pulses in her mouth—I’m getting close. I see her hand moving faster, and I know she’s nearing that edge too.
“Come for me, Elena. Now. Please,” I whimper, my legs growing weak as the pleasure builds. Her mouth opens wider as a moan floats out of it, her thighs trembling beneath her. Watching her come undone is all it takes for me to unleash with her. I pull out, gripping the head of my cock. “Stick out your tongue,” I command.
She obeys, and I position myself at her mouth as I explode. Light bursts in my periphery, and the world goes hazy as I spill myself across her lips and onto her tongue.
“Do not swallow,” I growl, dropping my dick to grip her chin as I float back down from my orgasm. “Hold it. Show me.”
Her eyes flare as she sticks her tongue out farther, my release pooling in her mouth and dripping down her chin. A fierce satisfaction rushes through me at the sight of her.
“Your mouth looks so pretty full of my cum.” I squat down, swiping two fingers across her tongue, then dragging them over her chin and throat. I continue the descent down her chest, circling each one of her nipples, leaving a glistening trail of moisture in my wake. My touch is featherlight as I whisper across her clit, sending her gasping. “Bet your tight little cunt would look even better filled up.”
Quickly, I slide those two fingers inside her, and she moans at the intrusion. I pump a few times, quivers wracking her body. Pulling out, I suck my fingers clean, savoring the heady taste of our mixed releases on my skin. “Tastes like you’re mine.”
Makeup streaks down her cheeks, her eyes blazing as she watches me. Her tongue still out, my release drips down her chin and onto the floor between her knees. The trail of it glitters on her skin in the bright lights of the city beyond the windows.
“Looks like you’re mine too.” I grasp her jaw, forcing her mouth closed. “Swallow my cum, Elena, and remember that. There’s no going back from this now that I’ve let you ruin me.”
I watch her throat work, licking the final remnants of me from her lips.
“You ruined me, too,” she breathes.
17
ELENA
“THE BLACK DOG” - TAYLOR SWIFT
AGE TWENTY-FIVE – SEPTEMBER
“Hey, Rosebud.”
The voice, smooth as butter, grates on my ears like I’m a block of cheese. An all-too-familiar hand slides a copy of my latest release across the table in front of me, like he’s just another reader in line for a signature.
I lift my head, clashing against depthless brown eyes I used to think I’d never find my way out of. He’s rougher than he was the last time I saw him—calluses on his hands that weren’t there before, a deep, golden tan from being outdoors for days on end. He’s got a few days’ worth of patchy scruff shadowing his jaw—he’s never been good at growing a beard.
“You’re home,” I say flatly.
“I just landed in San Diego. Everett said you were doing a signing down here, so I thought I’d stop by before I head back to my parents’ house.”
