Page 62 of My Rose

Did he have me restrained down on a pool table? Yes. Did he have my legs anchored behind his body, oddly making me feel more safe in his restricting arms? Yes. Had he marked my skin, possibly bruising my thighs, ass, and waist as he held onto me while devouring my pussy? Absolutely. Was I nearly biting my tongue to keep from begging for what I knew he wouldn’t give me? Double-absolutely.

But I refuse to do all the depraved things I want to do to you here, in this house, tonight.

Butwhyhe could do everything else to me…confused me. It was a new day, and I allowed him to do whatever he wanted to me. So why wasn’t he?

“Why can’t we just have sex?” I let out right as his tongue swirled over my swollen clit. That ledge I was teetering on, knowing I was so close to coming for him like he wanted me to do, would have to wait. However, my body seemed to hate me for doing so, my legs trembling with the knowledge that he might stop altogether or give me exactly what I wanted. He did say he wanted to take me against every surface, didn’t he? A pool table was definitely a surface we could have sex on.

Yet, instead of stopping, or pushing up and pulling his pants down like I so badly wanted him to do, he just laughed low against my center. The vibrations from that weren’t helping what I’d just asked for, my hips begging to rock to seek that sensation over and over again.

“I’ve been on the pill for years. You won’t even need anything,” I added, hoping it would bring him closer to where I wanted him.

“Fuck.” That voice of his sent goosebumps down my legs. He stroked my thigh, pressing soft kisses along my skin. Finally, he resigned whatever was going on in his head and said with too much certainty, “I won’t take you in this house. Not for your first time.” My cheeks flushed at the mention of my virginity. It was starting to become more of a problem than I ever anticipated.

“I want you to be the one who takes it. Please, just take it already.” I was starting to sound like a brat. A needy, spoiled brat.

“I don’t think you understand what fucking a man like me will do to you, baby.” He continued kissing down my inner thigh, making my legs shake behind him. His fingers spread, making me gasp at the way he was stretching me. His eyes—those piercing, green eyes of his, met me once more. “You feel that, Rose? Thatstretch,thatache? That’s only a portion of the pain you’ll feel when I bury my cock so deep inside of you, you’ll feel me for fucking days.” His tongue dipped down to my entrance where his warm breath made my hands tighten on the stick even more. “When I fuck you, it will hurt.”

“Please, Briggs.” I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to continue what he was already doing, or trying to still persuade him to have sex with me. But I begged him without reprieve. And as his mouth continuedto not respond with words but rather actions, my mind started to fizzle out. Sparks were flying behind my eyes, and before I knew it, I was quaking in his hold.

He groaned and I knew he could tell I was close. “When I fuck you, Rose baby, I won’t be gentle. When I fuck this perfect little cunt of yours, I want to hear you scream as I fill you, over and over again.”

I could no longer feel my legs. His fingers speared into me, the force reminding me of exactly what he was saying—himfillingme, over and over.

His tattooed forearm wrapped over the front of my thighs, keeping them from falling as his teeth grazed my clit and his fingers stroked my walls. “Jesus, you’re fucking soaked. Keep thinking about my thick cock stuffing your cunt. Keep imagining the way it will feel to milk me. You want to take my cum in your pretty pussy, Rose?”

“Yes…sir—” My thighs were shaking so much he had to tighten his hold on my thigh as he relentlessly fucked me with his mouth and fingers. That familiar heat spread low in my stomach, and he praised me for it with a rumbling growl.

“That’s it. Come all over my face right fucking now so I can stuff your mouth. I want to lick this pussy clean.”

And then I lost control, screaming his name.

Thinking only his name.

My muscles were no better than limp noodles as I slumped back against the pool table, feeling my arousal beneath my thighs andunder my ass. But I knew I wasn’t done. I wasn’t getting off that easy with thispunishment, as he put it.

“Rose.” I felt pressure on my nipples and gasped at the contact. When I opened my eyes, his fingers were lightly pinching and rolling them until they became as wound-tight as I had been moments before he moved. My legs were draped over the edge of the table as he’d made his way to the side without me even registering it until my eyes settled on him. “Open that mouth of yours, little viper.”

My mind was beyond hazy and my lips were already parted, and as I went to part them more, he pushed something that looked like a rubber bottle right past my lips. I made a sound as he eased it into my mouth, not stopping until I started to gag.

“That’s it. Relax your jaw and breathe through your nose.” I blinked at him through teary eyes as he watched me intently. “It’s not going to be comfortable at first, but over time, I think you’ll love having your mouth fucked.”Was he going to—“And no, it won’t hurt me.” I ignored the jab at my question from earlier as he pushed the bottle back in. I choked, then breathed in through my nose like he said to calm the reflex. The bottle was in place for a little longer, Briggs patiently allowing me to adjust to it and the sensations it caused.

“Do you understand what I’m doing to you?” I took a second to respond but hummed one of the positive responses I was allowed. As for which one, I had no clue. My mind was stuck on the fact that he was going to fuck my mouth like I just did to him. I knew he was big, so I had to assume he was preparing me for what he knew was a fucking mouthful. “I do miss your words, baby, and when you getthem back, I want you to use them on me and never hold back. Any man who takes that from you doesn’t deserve to have their name pass through your lips.” While this was a punishment for saying August’s name, he wanted me to focus on the sensations only he could elicit from me. I never once believed he was taking my voice from me, and that spoke volumes to the amount of trust I’d put in him.

My breaths were becoming uneven as he reached over, sliding his hand beneath my shirt and pinching my nipple, tweaking it until it peaked uncomfortably against the fabric.

As he leaned further over the table, my eyelids fluttered closed.

Chapter 23

Briggs

“Godlike the man who sits at her side, who watches and catches that laughter which (softly) tears me to tatters: nothing is left of me, each time I see her...” ? Catullus

Icouldn’t hold off anymore. Her nipples were practically begging to be sucked on. I wanted them in the shower—watching water bead off the pink, hardened tips had driven me insane.

I forced her shirt aside and let my tongue lap over them first, testing her limits. Everything was new for her, and I didn’t want her to be scared to try new things with me. Things that were more to my tastes, but judging by how she responded to her ankles being bound and her pussy being slapped, I was beginning to think she was more like me after all. She was never going to have another man, not in her thoughts and not anywhere near her body, so I needed to show her how to please me right from the start. And likewise, she was it for me so pleasing her was equally important. The second she gave me free rein, I knew there was never going to be another like my Rose. If I thought I was obsessed with her before, now I was hopelessly fucked with the knowledge.

My sweet, delicate Rose moaned as I licked and teased, all the while inching the bottle in deeper as her mouth opened more and more for me. She knew what was coming next, and at the thought of those plush, red lips wrapped around my cock, I finally took her nipple completely into my mouth, sucking on it and biting down to mark her there as well.

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