Page 85 of My Rose

“You like that?” His stubble rubbed along my cheek as he continued his assault on my neck and ear. “You feel so incredibly fucking good.” The moment he had the head of his cock at myentrance with the next lift of my body, he surged back into me forcefully, abandoning my slower pace.

“Fuck!” I dragged my nails down his back, gripping him tighter to my chest.

His hand snaked into my hair, freeing it from the band he secured it in and wrapping the strands around his fist. “I’m going to fill your pretty pussy, baby. And then I’m going to pump it all back into you, and I don’t give two fucks if you’re actually on the pill or not.”

“Briggs,” I murmured, unsure if I was going to protest his desires or if I was going to admit how insane it was that his words turned me on even more—if that was possible.

He guided my body to his will. “You like the idea, don’t you?” His thrusts turned sloppy and gruff, those wet sounds building between us as my legs began to tremble. “Fuck, you do. You’re about to squirt all fucking over me again.” He was ruthless, fucking me as hard as he could with the narrow bench as his only support. “You’re so tight, I don’t know how much of my cum you can take, but I’ll make it happen.”

“Briggs!” I screamed his name as the sounds became lewd and sloppy, the dampness between us more than just the sweat that was building with our movements as I lost control. His cock pulsed inside me, but he didn’t relent. He laid me back on the bench and kept pounding into my sore pussy, taking everything from me as he filled me over and over.

“Fucking incredible,” he praised in my ear, kissing down the side of my neck. “You’re mine, Rose. All. Mine.”

He finally came to a stop and pulled out, making me wince at the emptiness, and then I felt his fingers at my entrance. “I’m buying you a plug,” he said as he pushed his fingers into me, toying with my walls, allowing nothing to leave me.

I threw my forearm over my face. “Briggs,” I started, taking a deep breath to still my heart. “I’m on the pill. I told you this. You can’t just decide to knock me up if you want to keep me.”

“Can’t I?” he replied all too quickly, making me laugh weakly, trying to take it as a joke.

“Pushing your cum back into me does nothing.”

He paused, then lifted a shoulder in a shrug. “Believe what you want, Rose. Your sweet cunt seems to love the idea, regardless.”

Heat flushed on my cheeks at the reminder of what his words did to me, what they brought me to. I was pretty sure he could pull an orgasm from me with just his words alone, but getting turned on at the notion of him impregnating me was…not expected. I guess I didn’t really have myself pegged for bondage and degradation, either.

But here we were.

“Open those pretty lips.” I felt his tongue at my entrance, and I squirmed along the bench. Before I could ask what he was doing, he was above me. My mouth parted on a gasp at the sight of him. He was stunning—truly, a work of art all on his own. I looked up into his green eyes as he hovered above me and opened his mouth, dropping a stream of spit and cum past my parted lips. “Swallow us, baby girl.”

I did as he ordered, the taste of us combined sliding down my throat. My body heated back up as his cock nudged against my thigh. He smirked down at me, then kissed me like I was giving him life, our tongues colliding like they belonged together and weren’t supposed to ever be apart. When he pulled back, he was breathless, and his cock was stiff against my center. Without warning, he slid back into me with less resistance than before but enough to take my breath away.

“Again?”

“And again. I’m not stopping tonight anytime soon.” He leaned down and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently as he continued to push inside me, taking his time. “You’ll get used to taking my cock, I promise, Rose.”

“I’m not complaining.” I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me.

“Not yet. Wait until your too sore to walk, and I still bend you over and fuck you senseless.”

I rolled my eyes. “Just shut up and kiss me again.”

Chapter 31

Briggs

“What a woman tells her lover in desire should be written out on air & running water.” ? Catullus

After several hours of fucking the most precious thing I would ever own, I wasn’t the least bit surprised that she fell asleep on my chest, curled up against me on the floor of our gym. Her limp and tired body conformed as I clothed her in a pair of my sweatpants and a spare shirt, her eyelids barely fluttering when I hauled herup in my arms and carried her out to my car. She was spent, as she should be. The things she let me do to her were what dreams were made of for a monster like me, but being with her made me feel different—like I’d been reborn, given a second chance at this thing I never thought would happen between us.

Where August wanted nothing more than to destroy her by taking things she didn’t want to give him, I found I wanted nothing more than to be destroyed because of her. And it was working. I was completely and utterly obliterated by a beautiful brunette with a quick mouth and a voracious appetite to be dominated and owned. Yet, we went so much deeper than that. Rose single-handedly shattered all my beliefs about love and being wanted, about what true desire was, and I took to it as her body took to mine. Everything finally, for once in my god-awful fucking life, felt right.

But there was one thing that could make it all go so wrong. Setup like a curvy track of dominos with one long strip at the end, I knew all the pieces were about to start tumbling over without fail, cascading into a pile that not even Rose would have the sanctity within her soul to want to fix, much less keep. She’d leave me, abandon me, and I wouldn’t fault her for it. Maybe that’s why I forced my cum back into her, knowing it wasn’t going to do me any good except grant me that, what, two percent chance that I’d have magic sperm and it would lock her down? That it would force her to love me and never leave because I sired her baby?

That was wrong. My brain knew it, but my heart and cock sure didn’t give a damn. I’d see her stomach swell with my children one day—I just hoped she’d want the same things when I finallydecided to tell her the truth. And the time for that decision was coming faster than I anticipated.

My coming admission was swirling in my thoughts as I buckled her into the passenger seat and leaned it back as far as it would go, granting her more comfort for the longer car ride. In a two-seater, that wasn’t very far. Thankfully, where we were going, I had other cars that would be more fitting for the life I hoped to show her I could give to her as a last Hail Mary of sorts. It was presumptuous of me to think that taking her virginity would make her feel the same way I did. Sex at our age usually didn’t mean much, and for me, it really hadn’t until Rose. Sex was a means to an end—fucking for business, slight bits of pleasure, or to forget about my life as a whole.

With Rose, it wasn’t like that. I wanted to give her everything and anything. I wanted to bring her to the brink of insanity and wring every speck of pleasure I could from her body while mine relished in the feel of simply holding her, of being with her or next to her, or inside her. As long as she was part of the positive equation of my existence, it didn’t fucking matter.

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