Page 162 of Unloved

She bites down on her lip and nods. I unleash myself, grabbingher in my arms and picking her up off the bed, eliciting a quick squeal.

“I have work tonight—”

“We have time.”

Ro smiles before biting her lip and asking me to set her back on her feet. “I have a request. For you to… teach me something.” She clears her throat and says, “Sexually, I mean.”

My entire body lights up, eyes dancing across her fidgeting form. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I don’t… I want to know how. To do it.”

“To do what, princess?”

“To…” She hesitates again, and I can see the retreat begin, like the slight fear of whatever she wants is enough to make her shrink.

“Rosalie.” My voice is louder, a mix of low, soft tones with a sharper snap. “To do what? Say it.”

She shivers. “To suck your cock.”

“Such a good girl,” I say, tightening my hand into a fist reflexively at the dirty words from her lips. Leaning in to kiss her cheek, I move her hair to the side and press my mouth to her ear. “I think, since I earned the grade, I can teach you something now.”

A moan pours from her lips and she nods almost frantically.

“Yesyesyes.” Her words come out slurred into one. “Mr. Um…”

“Matthew, please, Ms. Shariff.” Her eyes twinkle. “First lesson—she comes first.”

I press her back onto the bed, kneeling so I can pull her cozy sweats off her body along with her underwear. Her skin is warm and soft beneath my hands, pliable as I pull her legs apart.

Licking a solid stripe down her pussy, I tuck my tongue slightly into her opening before circling up and around her clit. My fingers press into her with precision as I stay focused and steady with my mouth until she comes, beautiful and unreserved.

“Perfect,” I breathe, pressing a kiss to her thigh and then her slightly exposed stomach. “Beautiful. A-plus, Rosalie.”

She laughs, tossing an arm over her eyes and shaking her head.

“That isn’t—that wasn’t what I wanted.”

“No?” I ask, furrowing my brow in mock surprise.

“Please?”

Every part of my act melts beneath her plea. I unbutton my jeans, shucking them off entirely, before starting to pull my boxers down—but I’m cut off by her hands pushing mine out of the way, her bracelets scratching my skin lightly as she finishes undressing me and drops to the floor.

“Like this?” she asks, eyes wide as she looks up at me from her kneeling position. I stumble back at the sight of her, knees weak, smacking back against the bed.

“Just like that, princess.” I try to keep my voice low and sensual, but I’m shaking. I can barely stop the tremors in my hands as she reaches tentatively for my dick, tongue darting out to lick her lips—and then my skin.

My hands reach for her—hair, shoulders, anything I can hold myself up with, the sensation of her hot, wet mouth over just my tip enough to have my entire body tensing.

Get it the fuck together, I chide myself, closing my eyes because the sight, sound, and feel of her has me ready to blow.

She pulls off again, eyes peeking up. “Show me, please.”

I gently help her, guiding her mouth back onto me and to a pace that I would usually enjoy a slow build from—with Rosalie, it’s like I’m walking a razor’s edge for control.

“Perfect,” I breathe. “God, Rosalie, I’m not gonna last.”

Her eyes crinkle, like that thought pleases her, and she picks up the pace and sucksharder—

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