Page 55 of My Rose

“You keep trying to hide things you aren’t secure about. Your teeth, your tits, and now you refuse to saycome.” My cheeks heated more, and I brushed the warmed skin with my fingertips. “Tell me you want to make me come, and I’ll let you.”

I scowled harder at him. “Oh, you’lllet me. Is that how this is going to be?”

The heat of his gaze traveled down to where my legs were now spread wide open. At some point, I’d crossed them with my feet bent inward and tucked under my knees in the chair as I faced him. Probably when I also crossed my arms, only doing so left me more exposed.

“Yes, Rose. If you want to learn how topleaseme, then you need to say the words. I bet once you get over the shock of saying those words, you’ll have quite the filthy mouth.” He seemed to get excited by the idea of my mouth being just as filthy as his. I didn’t know how hot that could be until him. Really, I didn’t know how incredibly mind-melting any of it was until him. And I needed more.

“Fine.” I rolled my lips in and he shifted in his chair, waiting. “I want to make you…” I took a deep breath in and let it out through my nose, glancing at Pretty Woman playing on the screen.If Julia Roberts could lean into a car and offer more than just directions to a stranger, why couldn’t I simply say the word 'come?'

“Comeon, Rose,” Briggs taunted, and I stuck my tongue out at him. His tongue swept across his bottom lip as he grinned, and I watched in deep fascination, wondering what that tongue would feel like on every inch of my skin. “I can’t wait to see you use that mouth—to see how dirty my girl can get.” I batted the thoughts away and tightened my hand into a tight fist. “Just say the words, babe.”

But I wanted all of what he said, too. I wanted to see him without those sweatpants on. I wanted to be the reason he lost control like he did to me. I wanted to see if he could bring out something in me that I didn’t know existed before. I wanted to claw my nails down his back as he made me erupt again. I wanted—

“I want to make you come, Briggs.”

His smile widened until that gorgeous dimple popped. The armrest between us flipped up under his touch, and seconds later, he was pulling me into his lap, spreading my legs until I was straddling him.

Briggs’ hands splayed as they slid up my thighs, relishing in simply touching me.

Feelingme.

In making mehis.

My palms flattened on his chest, his heart beating in a way that matched my urgency. I’d never felt so wanted in my life. When I started moving down, feeling and admiring the hard planes of his stomach while avoiding the bruises on his side, he shifted his hold on me and cupped my ass roughly.

“Kiss me first,” he whispered the demand, in no way diminishing the power in his voice. It sent a shiver down my spine—knowing he could command my body to feel the way it was. I was practically humming with desire stemming from the gnawing pit sitting low in my stomach, reaching up to my head and down to my toes. I leaned into him, brushing my lips across his, relishing the way his breath fanned over my parted mouth.

“Stop teasing me, or you’re going to pay for it later,” Briggs growled, then gave no time for me to react before he pulled me to him. My lips crashed onto his, our tongues colliding the second I opened up more for him. I couldn’t stop my body’s response as I began to grind down on him, his firm erection becoming more difficult to ignore. He groaned against my lips while I kissed him like he alone supplied my very essence of existence, the vibrations of his sounds felt on my palms through his chest. Reaching my hands to the back of his head, I tugged on his hair like he did to me, and he groaned deeper.

Briggs’ swollen lips turned up as he pulled back. “So you are learning, huh?”

“It felt…good earlier.”

“That's my girl.” His hand smacked across my ass, and I squirmed uncontrollably. “Do it again, Rose. Do whatever makes you feelgood. And don’t hold back.” I wanted this to be about him, but the more pleasure he saw come from me, the more pleased he became. Like my pleasure was feeding into his own.

It was enthralling.

So I did it again, rotating my hips as I tugged on his hair until he started breathing harder. “Fuck, okay.” He looked down between us, and I followed his gaze. I was exposed and could feel heat warming my cheeks again, but the other part I noticed was…him. Feeling it on my thighs and along my core was one thing, but the visual strain of it tenting his pants from this angle was…it was unimaginable. How he kept that in his pants, in any pair of pants really, I had no clue. “Take me out.”

“Take…what?”

He removed his hands from my ass and tapped the edge of his waistband with his thumbs. One of his hands shifted down to his considerable length, cupping himself through his sweatpants, and my mouth watered. “My cock, Rose. Move my waistband down and take my cock into your hand.”

I glanced back up at him, my brows scrunching together as I whispered, “What if I hurt you?”

He reached up to tuck my hair behind my ear. “You won’t hurt me, babe. Trust me.”

Before I could overthink it more, I fervently reached my hand into his pants and pulled the fabric down. His hips shimmied, allowing his…

“Oh my…” My eyes flicked up to him, then back down at his—

“Give me your hand.” I did because my body had gone numb, and I was hardly registering anything. His hand wrapped around mine, which wrapped around his…

I shook the numbness away, watching him take a sharp inhale of breath through his teeth as he guided my hand up slowly, his focusjust as intense as mine was on the space between us. Every inch was met with more fascination. The smooth part where he guided me was veiny and firm, like his forearms, but softer. He let go of my hand when we reached the top, and I felt a warm, slick wetness seep from where my thumb had settled.

“You’re doing so fucking good. Now, rub that all over my cock, Rose.”

Cock. Cock.Why was it so hard to even think of the words, yet looking at oneand holding onemade it feel sorightto call it that?

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