Page 84 of My Rose

“Fuck. Yes.” Briggs pulled back and shoved his fingers roughly back inside me, shaking me with the crude force as he rapidly hit that deep spot, over and over. There was an obscene amount of wet sounds mixing with my moans of pleasure. My abdomen felt damp and warm, but Briggs wasn’t stopping. He pounded harder, demanding more, pulling me apart from the inside. I lifted my foggy-brained head to see him as he licked the top of my pussy, then moved up slowly to my navel. Kissing between each lick, he swirled his tongue over my lower stomach, staring back into my eyes the entire time.

Embarrassment flooded my cheeks as I looked down at the floor. “Did…did I just—”

Briggs chuckled and shook his head. “You’re a squirter.” He rested his chin on my stomach, his hands trailing from my ass up the column of my spine, sending shock waves through me. “I knew you were perfect for me.” His hand roamed lower, ending with a harsh smack on my ass that had me twisting in his hold all over again. “Now that I know you can—are you ready to do it again for me?”

Again?I wasn’t sure I was still alive.

“Briggs, I don’t know if I can.” His brows furrowed as he stood. “I didn’t mean…I still want you. That’s not what I was talking about. I just meant”—I glanced at the floor again—“I don’t know if I can do that again,” I admitted, my mind still trying to understand exactly how that happened. Did everyone do that? Is that what he meant by soaking his face? He was going to drown if he kept trying to do that every time.

“You leave that to me, that is,ifyou can say what you want from me.”

“I want you to take my virginity,” I blurted before I could allow any nervous thoughts to take over. My brain was still hazy, and I used that to my advantage. “Please, fuck me.”

His brow arched with surprise as he slowly rocked his hips back and forth, grinding his length along my inner thigh. He was harder than I remembered him being in the theater. Maybe nearly drowning him really was his biggest turn-on.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, noticing his hesitation. The way he wasn’t already inside me was…not what I expected. I expected him to go all feral like he did when he fucked my mouth, as he called it.

A half-smile pinched the side of his cheek with a dimple on it as his hand wrapped around his cock. He stroked himself slowly while looking at my mouth, then at my eyes, then moved on to my hair and even my shoulders, ending on my breasts—taking in every inch of me. “Nothing, babe. Absolutely nothing.”

“Are you sure?” I adjusted my fingers as they held onto the straps, barely lifting me to see him better. Something was definitely off with him, but I’d never seen this exact look on his face before. I moved to press my thighs together to ease the ache that was already building back up for him, though his body was blocking that from actually happening in more ways than one.

“Positive.” His roaming eyes ended on my pussy, and all of his restraint seemed to snap, just like when he watched me in the shower. Briggs’ hand wrapped around my thigh as he continued to fist his cock with deliberate strokes before forcing me to open more. He stepped in closer to my center, kicking the bench crudely to the side to give him better access to fuck me as I asked.

The head of his cock brushed against my clit teasingly, gathering my own arousal with his tip and spreading it until I was a writhing mess again. Every sensation was heightened from the orgasm he already gave me, and I found myself grinding the air to coax him inside me.

“Please, Briggs. I need this,” I whispered. “I need you.”

His jaw clenched, his cock resting against my aching core. “I’ve always needed you,” he replied, then slid his cock down to my entrance and surged into me. I gasped, my mouth hanging open at the immense pain and pressure. “Fuck, I’m addicted to you.”

“I-It’s too much.” My body tensed, a spot in my lower stomach twinging with pain. But he didn’t stop—he pounded into me, grabbing my hips and staring down at where we were connected as he took and took, forcing me to learn to take him as he wanted, making my body his. I dug my fingernails into the straps above me, tears lining the edges of my eyes.

He told me it would hurt. He told me I might bleed. As much pain as I felt, it was already starting to ease as I looked at him lose control.

His hold shifted to my waist, sending pinpricks along my sensitized skin. “Your cunt is sucking me back in like the greedy little slut I knew you’d be for me. You’re almost there, baby. Fuck, you’re doing so good for me.”

“Please, Briggs. It hurts,” I whispered while replaying his praise in my head, allowing it to ease my mind. I loved it when he used those words with me. I liked being called his good girl, but something about being degraded and praised in rotations had my brain firing off all kinds of dirty thoughts. I loved being his slut, and I didn’t give a damn about how demeaning it was because I knew the way he was using it was possessive in nature. Briggs could call me anything he wanted as long as I was his.

He slowed to lean down and suck my nipple into his mouth, his pelvis grinding against my clit. “I told you it would, baby. But you take me so fucking well.”

He bit down and switched to more slow, forceful strokes, watching me cry out in pain as his balls slapped against my ass with every thrust. His hand clawed down my stomach, dipping between us and pinching my clit, making me jerk into him, pushing him further. I rolled my hips in response, my cries of pain turning into moans as he stretched me further. “Yes, baby girl. Just like that.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head as the pressure started to subside, giving way to a pleasure I’d never felt before. “There’s my Rose. Does it feel good now?”

“Mhmm,” I murmured, my eyes still closed.

“Such a good girl.” He slowed briefly, the sounds of clanking and then the fall of my arms making my eyes jolt back open. “Hold onto me. I need you closer,” he whispered in my ear as he took me into his arms and sat on the bench. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he guided my hips slowly back and forth until the head of his cock brushed my entrance. I angled my hips, dropping back down onto him, feeling every inch invade my walls until our damp skin sealed together again. I rested my head in the crook of his neck, biting and sucking on his skin, making him mine. He groaned and pierced his fingers into the fleshy part of my hips as he rocked my ass back and forth, my body still adjusting to the sheer size of him and the pain of what taking every inch of him felt like as it mixed with a heady rush of pleasure.

It was too much and not enough at the same time, a kaleidoscope of emotions and awareness that had my heart thumping wildly beneath my ribs. Even in our moments of silence, his eyes said so much. He stared at me as I found my pleasure, and I found an odd sort of power in his gaze that couldn’t be matched. It drove my pleasure on, guiding me to the same ledge I’d been on minutes before in the straps.

His breathing turned ragged along my skin as he pressed me closer to him, my nipples rubbing on his chest, getting me closer to where he wanted me. “Oh my god,” I breathed, lolling my head to the side. “Briggs.”

“Tell me, baby.”

“I-I think it’s going to happen again.” I dug my nails into his back, forcing a hiss from his lips.

His thumb moved to my clit in response. “Take what you need, Rose. You’re so fucking beautiful when you take.”

I wriggled impatiently, wanting to feel him deeper, to have him consume me fully, and he seemed to notice. He positioned his hands under my ass and lifted my body, letting me sink back down, inch by glorious inch, as fast or slow as I wanted, while his pelvis angled to hit my clit as I came back down. His nose nuzzled against my ear before he sucked the lobe into his mouth, eliciting a deep groan from his chest.

“God, yes, Briggs. Don’t stop.”

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