Page 68 of Queen Rose

“You’re welcome.” I catch her chin in my hand, tilting it up to me, then lower my lips to hers. The kiss is soft and gentle at first, but, as usual for us, once we start, things escalate pretty quickly. I drag her body to mine, holding her tightly to me with an arm around her lower back, the other one threads through the hair at the back of her head. My mouth slants over hers, tongue licking inside as passion explodes between us.

It’s not long before she’s practically climbing me, straining to get closer. She gasps, “I need you to fuck me. Please. I need to be close to you right now.”

My breath heaves from my lungs. “Are you sure? With everyone downstairs?”

“Yes. No more talking. I need another birthday gift from you. Let’s go.” She snags the hem of my shirt in her hands and lifts it up for me to remove the rest of the way, her mouth immediately covering one of my nipples, flicking her tongue over it.

I let out a strangled gasp. “Anything for the birthday girl.” I tear the shirt over my head and undo my pants, all while she’s running her lips and tongue and fingertips all over my abs, moaning like she’s treating herself to some decadent dessert. My pants hit the floor, and I step out of them. “Your turn.” I pull the T-shirt she’s wearing over her head, while she tucks her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings and pushes them down her legs.

She bites her lip, standing before me in a lacy white bra and panty set. I don’t know if she’s nervous that I won’t like what I see or what, but I want to lick every inch of her. Eat her up. She looks the picture of fucking innocence, and it makes my dick ridiculously hard. I palm myself through my underwear as I stare at her, absolutely gobsmacked. “Fuck. You’re so beautiful.” I bring her close, cupping her breasts in my hands and feeling her nipples peak hard.

“Do you like it?” Catching her lip between her teeth, she rocks toward me. “I wore it for you.”

I manage to heave out, “Hell yes, I like it,” before she grasps me by the nape, tugging my mouth to hers. She kisses me hard, and bites at my lip before she lets me go to scoot back and lie on the bed like an offering. She’s a goddamn vision. I shove my boxer briefs down, freeing my dick.

Her eyes are drawn to the hard length, pre-cum already glistening at the tip. She nods, crooking her finger at me. “I need you inside me. Now.”

I crawl onto the bed, fitting myself between her legs and growl, “Mine. You’re mine, Aria.” Bracing myself over her, I lick the lacy cup of her bra, saturating it with my saliva before I use my teeth to tease her nipple.

She nods, breathlessly. “I’m yours.” She grinds her panty-covered pussy over my dick in time with my thrusts. Her pelvic movements are bordering on frantic as she rubs against me. Fuck. The lace on her panties is providing sinfully good friction.

“God, I want you so fucking badly.” All the blood in my body is flowing straight down to my cock, and I feel the need to take, to fuck, as it overwhelms me. I yank a cup of her bra to the side and suck her tit into my mouth. I groan low and long and pull the second cup down. “Fucking hell. Can we leave all this on?” I lick her nipple with the flat of my tongue, tormenting her. “You look so damn sexy like this.”

She nods. “I want to fuck you while I’m wearing it.” Her breath is harsh as it passes over her lips. “Flip over onto your back.”

I reverse our positions, rolling her on top so she’s straddling me. She stamps a kiss to my lips before she climbs over to the side of the bed, looking like a goddamn treat in her white panties with both bra cups tugged down to expose her breasts. She opens a drawer and pulls out a condom. She opens the packaging, looks at the condom for all of a second, then bends over me to roll it onto my erection.

“You’re so damn big. I love how it feels when you’re inside me.”

I smirk at her as she straddles me again, reaching my hand between her legs, massaging her pussy through the panties. “Have I mentioned how much I love how wet you get for me?”

She catches the corner of her lip between her teeth, her hips undulating against my fingers. She closes her eyes as she rides my hand and makes the most amazing little moaning sounds. I reach up, sliding my other hand over her belly before I grip her hip, helping to guide her movement. My gaze roams over her body, touching her everywhere. I want to memorize this moment, every moment, with her.

“I need to feel you,” she murmurs low, grasping my cock with a firm grip as I hook my fingers in the fabric of her panties and tug it to the side, baring her to me. She wastes no time at all impaling herself on my hard length. Stilling for a moment, there’s a hint of a smile on her face. She grasps my hands, stretches over me, and pins my arms above my head.

And then, fuck. She begins to move. She’s like my favorite wet dream, only she’s real. Her tits are in my face, bouncing as she rides me. She slides wildly up and down as she stares into my eyes.

Letting go of my hands to brace herself on my chest, she gives us a different angle. My fingers dig into her hips, and I stroke up into her until we reach the most beautiful crescendo, hearts pounding, and breath coming fast. She quakes around me, thrashing through her orgasm. She keeps whispering something, and when she finally says it loudly enough for me to recognize her words, she reaches in and takes my heart for good.

“Only you, only you.”

Her words send fire throbbing through my veins and a jolt of lightning down my spine. I burn for her. She continues to slowly ride me, lowering her chest to mine, and trailing open-mouthed kisses up the column of my throat. I grab her ass with both hands and thrust upward into her tight, wet pussy one last time as the orgasm tears through me.

I’m gasping for breath, dick still mostly hard inside her, when I look past Aria to see the door standing open. And in the hallway stands her dad, staring at the two of us like he’s been watching us fuck. Watching me come inside his daughter. What kind of sick fuck watches?

As if he’s reading the thoughts being broadcast on my face, his jaw clenches hard and he turns away, anger shining bright in his eyes.

A sound gritty and low escapes from my chest. “Fuck, baby? I think your dad opened the door while we were—”

She pushes herself up to look into my eyes, alarm slashed over every one of her features. “My dad?”

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