Page 56 of My Rose

“Do I need to make you saycock, too? You’re flushing all over.” I glared, tightening my hold around him, and he moaned, tossing his head back into the chair. “Fuck, I don’t care what you call it right now, just keep going.”

I moved my hand slowly back down and then up again, squeezing him gently like before. Leaning into him, I moved to kiss the curve of his neck, biting and sucking as he had done to me. I stroked his velvety length again, and when I squeezed a little more right under the tip, I bit down harder on his neck. He was turning meferalfor him—a rabid animal with no clue what I was doing but enjoying every second of it, letting my body’s desires guide my movements and actions. I wanted to bite him more, kiss him, and claw along his skin. Anything that would get me closer to him.

“You do learn fast, don’t you, baby?” His voice was a low growl that made warmth spread between my thighs.

“Mmhm.” I repeated the action, reveling in the way his hips jerked up, causing myperfect little cuntto rub against the thick ridge of his cock. “Is this how I make you come, Briggs?” I whisperedbeneath his ear, making him pulse in my hand. It was odd that saying those words aloud—in the moment—came out more naturally than it had when I was overthinking it.

“Keep going and find out.” He jerked me forward, rubbing my clit in all the right ways. “Show me how wet you are for me.”

I moaned as his cock slid against my drenched slit, the noises of what we were doing proof of how aroused I was. “So fucking wet, Rose.” Briggs’ eyelids were hooded and heavy as I adjusted myself against him. “You know what would make me come harder?” I shook my head and pushed back further, giving me access to stroke him again. My hand slid along the top of his length, my arousal making the movement easier than before as I continued to grind my hips down against his base, my body and hands working together to draw those primal, animalistic sounds from his throat.

I wasn’t experienced enough to know if what we were doing was normal or desirable for others, but he seemed to love it as much as I did.

“This.” His thumb found that spot he touched before, only this time he was flicking it with ferocity, pausing only to pinch it between his two fingers, making me cry out. I tried to focus on my hand and movements, but it was getting harder and harder to do so.

And then my phone rang on the seat beside us.Myseat. It was flipped up, flashing a name that made me frown, and Briggs damn near growl, but not in pleasure. He pulled his thumb from me, and I whimpered at the loss as my body stilled.

“Ignore it,” I begged. “I meant to block his number.” I’d just been too preoccupied with the man beneath me to do it.

“Actually, I’m happy you didn’t.” He glared at the phone, and then his hand moved.

I cocked my head in confusion. “What?”

He answered my phone at the same time his other hand replaced the pressure he’d taken from me. It was so unexpected, I released a guttural moan at the contact, my eyes rolling back so hard, making spots dot my vision.

“That’s it, Rose.” His other hand came back, and he slapped it across my ass, making me moan louder. I was sure my ass was as marked as my neck at this point, but I didn’t care.

“You like it a little rougher, don’t you, baby?” His thumb picked up the pace while his other hand guided my ass to slide and grind down on his cock.

“Yes,” I breathed out, unable to hold on much longer. I reached between us to take his tip between my fingers and thumb, loving the way his cock hardened like steel in response.

“Whose cock are you riding, Rose?” If his hands didn’t send me over the edge, his voice would certainly do it. Nothing had ever sounded more sexy in my entire life than the way his voice dropped several octaves, sounding sinister yet completely in awe at once.

“Yours—” Briggs smacked my ass again, then forced my shirt to the side and pinched my nipple, and I screamed his name at the contact. “Again. Say my name again.” His hands smacked back down on my ass, and I did as I was told over and over as I ground against him. I fell forward on his chest, his corded forearms continuing to push and pull my body as an orgasm began to build inside me.

He chuckled darkly. “That’s right.” He shifted his hips and moved my knees back until they were at the edge of the chair, making the head of his cock rub my clit instead. I bit down on his shoulder as an intense wave surged, prickles of sweat forming along my forehead. “Fuck, Rose. You feel so good.” I mumbled something incoherent as he picked up the pace, his cock slick with my arousal as I continued to move back and forth, and my body started to shudder.

“Now, come on my cock, and then lean back.” I nodded against him as the world started to spin. His hips jerked harder, rubbing against my clit to the point where my knees were shaking uncontrollably on the chair.

That heat uncoiled in my stomach, surging and exploding into a million different sensations. “Briggs!” I screamed his name as I shattered for him. He continued his thrusts, pushing my hair back from my face with one hand as the other held firm to my ass, letting me ride out my orgasm.

“You're such a good girl, baby. Drenching my fucking cock like the good little slut you are for me. But you’re not done, are you?” I whimpered and shuffled my knees forward as much as I could on still-shaky legs, letting my body lean back like I was told to do. My eyelids fluttered open as he lifted my shirt and held me by my waist with one hand while the other took my hand and wrapped it back around him. “Wrap your fingers around me and stroke until I come all over you.” His hand covered mine, both of us bringing him to his climax.

I felt the warm spurts over my stomach as he groaned out for me to keep pumping him. I continued and watched him as my raggedbreaths became moans all over again, just watching him come undone. I kept going until his hips stopped lifting and his head rolled to the back of the chair, his hair a beautiful, tousled, and sweaty mess that I wanted to run my fingers through.

“Fuck, I could do this all day,” he whispered as I fell forward on him once more, but as I turned my head to respond to him, I gasped.

“He’s—oh god.” I started to reach for the phone, but Briggs grabbed it before me, lifting it above my back and moving it to his other ear.

“Rose’s phone,” he said with what sounded like the biggest smile spreading across his face. “She’s a little busy right now.”

I turned my head and sighed into his neck, too limp to move and too high from my orgasm to care that August Coleman just heard Briggs and me come together among all the dirty words that came from the adonis beneath me.

I heard a slew of incoherent noises through the phone before Briggs pulled it from his ear and tossed it back down on the chair, the call no longer active.

I finally righted my head enough, so much so that I got angry all over again. “Am I just someone to help you get your revenge?”

“What?” He rushed out like he couldn’t believe what I accused him of. Briggs immediately took my face in his hands, staring at my lips before he pulled me to him and kissed me, even as I tried to pull back. He kept me there for a few seconds, breathing me in while kissing me like his life depended on it until I softened against him, those electrical zaps almost irritating as I submitted.

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