Page 63 of My Rose

She gurgled something and arched her back, but still gripped the stick in her hands instead of releasing it and slapping me away because she wanted it. All of it.

And whatever my Rose wanted, she was going to get.

A sweet popping sound filled the room as I released her nipple. “Are you ready to continue your punishment, Rose?” I’d hardly call what I did to her a punishment. I’d planned to edge her—bring her right to the brink of coming all over me, then pull my fingers and mouth from her. But she tasted so fucking good, andwatching her squirm around my fingers as she imagined my cock buried inside her had made me forget completely about edging. Stealing Rose’s unadulterated words and mingling that with her punishment was meant to drive the only name she’d be thinking about from her mind to her lips as she came.

Possessiveness, as far as materialism went, was never my thing. But the way I wanted to possess Rose was all-consuming. I wanted her in ways that made jealousy and fear and devotion and lust all rise inside me like the little demons they were. I wanted her cum to not only mark me but fill me, and I desperately hoped she wanted the same for mine.

“Let go of the stick and come here.” I pulled the bottle dripping with saliva from her mouth and she released the stick. Rose reached up to rub along her jaw, the corners of her mouth tinged pink against her milky skin. “Are you still okay, Rose? Do you want to stop?” Her face was hard to read in the dim lights, but I believed I saw excitement in her eyes as they flashed back up at me.

She shook her head, still following my rules which didn’t include the word ‘no’ unless she wanted to stop. I smiled at her softly as I offered my arms out to her, her body maneuvering to the edge of the table like I told her to do. When she leaned forward into me, I scooped her right up and started moving towards the other end of the room with her in my arms.

Rose went back to rubbing her jaw until I set her down on the floor in front of the leather couch, where she sat perched up on her knees, pressing back into her heels. “Lift your knees for me,” I ordered, taking a pillow from the couch and sliding it under them.She adjusted herself on the pillow, and then her eyes latched on to what was right in front of her.

I started stroking my cock through my sweatpants, reveling in the way her mouth hung open slightly. “Do you understand why you’re about to get your mouth filled, Rose baby?”

She bit down on her lip and nodded, her eyes unwavering. I leaned down to cup her cheek. “If I hurt you, just tap three times on my leg, okay?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered.

I could barely contain myself at her ready response. “Get me out, Rose.” I didn’t have to explain what that meant this time and she went right to work, her small fingers digging right into my waistband. When she got my pants down to my ankles, the sight of her face lit mine right up.

“You’re absolutely stunning,” I said as I pushed my hand through her disheveled hair. “I want you to say my name before I fuck your mouth, Rose. And every time I pull out, I want you to repeat it again.” I needed her to know whose name was allowed on those lips, and there was only one right answer.

Mine.

“Briggs,” she breathed out, blinking up at me. Her knees pressed tightly together on top of the pillow as I moved in closer, her mouth parting more right as the head of my cock swept over her bottom lip.

“Fuck.” I raked my other hand through my hair, not needing to support my throbbing dick in my hands to make it point directly towards what it wanted. It was already successful at finding her. “Openthose pretty lips.” She obliged and I stepped in closer, pushing my aching head into her mouth.

Without warning, I pulled her head further along my shaft until her gag reflex kicked in. “That’s it, baby. Just a little more. I know you can take it. Remember, breathe through your nose.”

She nodded and I proceeded to push just a little more, her breaths cool over my cock as I inched in until I pulled completely out.

Licking her lips, she said, “Briggs.” And I watched in complete awe as she parted her lips and surged forward again, taking my cock into her mouth without being prompted.

“Oh fuck, baby. You love sucking my cock, don’t you?” Gripping the back of her head by her hair, I buried my dick further than she went before. I held her there forcefully for a few seconds, loving the fact that she didn’t tap out. “You’re doing so good.” I let out a shaky laugh as I let her pull back enough to free her mouth, the head of my cock making a popping sound as it left her swollen lips.

She licked her lips slowly and smiled up at me. “Briggs,” she said again. We repeated the motion, each time I pulled out, she’d say my name like she enjoyed hearing the sound leave her mouth. Right before she could push forward again, I yanked her back by her hair, exposing the column of her throat to me. She whimpered and opened her mouth probably to protest, and that’s when I lost control.

I slammed forward past her lips, pushing the back of her head deeper, past her reflex. My hips bucked, my hand keeping her head still as I thrust into her warmth like I needed, properly fucking hermouth. Tears started to roll down her hollowed-out cheeks, but the way she was watching me lose control made me pick up the pace.

“Fucking hell, baby. I’m going to cum, and I want you to swallow it all like it’s your favorite damn thing to eat. Understood?”

I felt her head move slightly between my thrusts, which I took as ayes.I swear I started seeing stars right before my cock exploded, spilling down her throat like I told her I would.

She gasped as I released my hold on her head, brushing her hair down as I tried to catch my breath before falling to my knees in front of her and kissing her like she had the missing air I needed. She moaned into my mouth as I swept my tongue in, our shared taste threatening to harden my cock and make us spend a little more time in this particular room.

I paused to even my breathing, words left in some foreign crevice of my mind I couldn’t reach as I leaned my forehead against hers.

“Briggs,” she said hoarsely, her lips quirking up into a smile that knocked the breath right from my lungs again.

Chapter 24

Briggs

“Love is a kind of warfare.” ? Ovid

The snow stopped falling that night as I read to Rose, and she fell asleep in my arms, listening to my voice once more. The moment her breathing turned into the soft rhythm I’d heard the night before, I started twirling her hair in my fingers, mesmerized by the hue. I’d seen thousands of brunettes, but none were anything close to the shade that rested inmy palm.

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