Page 75 of Roses Are Dead
“You don’t need to buy me things.”
He grunted and arched upward, still not sated. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
I grabbed his hair and tugged to get his attention. “Not even to suggest you flip me around to put me on my hands and knees so you can fuck me harder?”
His eyes flashed with desire. “Woman.”
“Do it.”
He lifted me completely off his dick and threw me on the bed. “Roll over. Now.”
I hurried to comply, sticking my ass in the air so he could impale me again.
His thumb ran through my slick pussy. It stopped against my anus.
I shuddered. “No.”
His hand lifted from me and the cool air of his house was not a substitute I wanted. “Fuck me, please?”
In response, he dragged his cock where his thumb had been, stopping short to notch at the opening to my vagina. “Here?”
“Bear,” I warned. If he didn’t start fucking me soon, I was going to rescind my invitation.
“Bossy, ain’t ya?”
I lowered my ass and shot him a look over my shoulder.
But he had other plans.
Bear grabbed both of my ankles and tugged until I was splayed out on my stomach, my legs were forced wide by his thighs.
I quickly hooked my feet against his calves to balance in place. My sex open and ready for his cock.
This time, he thrust into me. The movement shoved me face first into the mattress as he pounded away. Each time his cock rammed home, I gasped. Not from pain or fear, but from the desire that sprung from a morbid hollow in my soul that reveled in dancing a knife’s edge. I pressed my body against his, fighting for more power, more pressure, more danger. It longed for the moment when the snapping thread of sanity broke loose and ripped me apart so it could finally run wild and free.
Did it? Maybe. But it didn’t take over. It fled to some unknown place in the spirit realm leaving me pulsing in ecstasy and drained.
Bear’s grunt of pleasure punctuated the pulsing of his dick deep inside me. My matching flutters were double-timed to the heartbeats of his orgasm.
Until everything quieted. My breaths, his thrusts, my racing heart, his mindless curses, they all faded into peace.
He pulled out, holding the condom in place. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
My groan was real. But I mourned the loss of him not the ache in my back. “I’m good,” I slurred. I fell to my side, letting my body curl in on itself, so I could ride the wave of orgasmic bliss a bit longer.
His heavy hand stroked my ass and stopped on my thigh. “More than good.” I soaked in the bliss of our connection as he paused in place.
Bear lifted his hand and slapped my ass. “Fucking great.”
Dick.
He disappeared into his bathroom.
Just for that, I was going to roll to the other side and make him sleep in the wet spot. Jerk.
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