Page 103 of Maneater
“Such a fucking tease, you are, my little troublemaker,” he says. And then he shocks me by pulling his hand back and slapping my sensitive pussy. It reverberates through me, and I bite back a loud moan, my head moving back with the pleasure of it and my eyes shutting as he finally slides into me.
That’s all it takes.
I think it’s okay, since I followed his rules, but as soon as he slides into me, I come on his cock. His arms move, wrapping me tight against his chest as he fucks into me, holding my head to his neck as her groans into my ear, the sound of it taking me even higher.
“God, such a fucking good girl, holding out on me. A bad girl, making me want you when I have to work. Fuck. That’s it, baby. Squeeze around me; God, you feel so good.” He continues to ramble on, my body shaking as he fucks me before the orgasm finally leaves me. I’m not sated, though, not when his cock is still sliding into me hard and fast, not when his filthy words are being whispered into my neck. And surely not when he slides out, leaving me empty, and stands. His cock is soaked in my wet, and when he grips my hair, I moan, knowing what’s coming.
“Suck it, Josie,” he says, then pushes my head as his hips move forward, my mouth greedily wrapping around him. The mix of my taste and his nearly does me in. My thighs try to clench, to relieve some of the pressure, but they stop on his legs as he’s standing between them.
“Finger your pussy, keep it nice and wet for me.”
I moan gratefully, then circle my clit as his cock hits the back of my throat. I keep my eyes trained on him as he fucks my face, feeling a single tear fall as I slide a finger into myself. “So fucking pretty,” he whispers, a thumb moving to swipe it away almost reverently. I moan around him and start to fuck myself with my fingers, empty and needy once more ashis cock throbs in my mouth. He smiles down at me before sliding out. I mewl in protest at the loss, and he lets out a little laugh before shaking his head. Then he bends, putting his hands beneath my arms and shifting and moving me until I’m bent over the arm of the chair, spreading my legs wide for him as he lines his cock up with my entrance.
His hand wraps around my hair, and he tugs, my head moving back as he slides into me.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan as he pulls out and slides in again, slow and torturous. His free hand moves up the loose shirt, pinching my nipple hard.
“Josie.” His hand goes to my shoulder, pulling me back as he fucks into me, my back arching and my mouth dropping open. “Gotta stay quiet, troublemaker, or else everyone knows I’m fucking you in here,” he warns, and I hesitate. Not because I don’t want anyone to hear me, but because there is something that is so fucking hot about everyone hearing me, I almost come right here.
Because a part of medoeswanteveryone in this fucking hotel to know that Rowan is mine, that he’s fucking me andonlyme.
He might be a jealous, possessive idiot, but so am I, it turns out. He groans through clenched teeth as I tighten around him. “Fuck, Josie. You can’t do this to me. I have so much shit to do, and instead I’m bending you over my chair and fucking you.” I let out a laugh that is cut off by a moan when he slams in particularly deep, tugging my hair as he does.
“Then make me come, and you can go back to going your boring big boy job,” I demand.
“You’re such a fucking little brat, aren’t you?” he says through gritted teeth. His hips start moving harder and faster, and I moan loud without meaning to. That’s when his hand leaves my hair and wraps around my mouth as he pounds into me, the couch shifting beneath him. My clit brushes against the arm of the love seat as he presses me deeper over the air before his voice takes me over the edge I’m teetering on.
“I need you to fucking come around me, Josie,” he says, a low growl. “I?—”
But he doesn’t have to say more because I’m bucking my hips back, taking him that much deeper and tightening as I come harder than ever before, biting into his hand as I do. Moments later, he bites back a groan into my neck and fills me. After he comes, he lets go of my mouth, then uses a hand to brush my hair over my shoulder; the gentleness of it is such a stark contrast to the moments prior.
“I’m absolutely wild for you, Josephine Montgomery,” he whispers, almost to himself, but it fills me with warmth all the same.
“Good,” I reply. “Because I feel the same way.”
We’re still catching our breath, his cock still deep inside of me, when I ask, “Do you think my clothes are dry yet?”
His laugher fills the room, a sound I vow to make it my mission to hear regularly.
FORTY
JOSIE
“Do you need a safe word or something?” Rowan asks as I sit at the vanity in his bathroom, getting ready for my “date” with Daniel tonight. The dark purple dress I plan to wear is draped over his bed, and I’m finishing up the final touches on my makeup.
I look over at him blankly. “A safe word?”
“Yeah, you know, if something goes terribly wrong and you need me to storm in and save you?” I try to school my features for a moment, but fail when I let out a loud laugh. He glares at me as I recover before reaching for a blush brush and adding a bit more to my cheeks.
“Oh, you sweet, sweet boy, thinking I need saving.”
“I’m just saying whoever the person is, is clearly not opposed to hurting someone.”
I turn to him and give him a sympathetic smile, knowing this is all new to him.
“Rowan, I’ve been doing this a long time. I will be fine.”
He sighs before nodding. “So remind me of the plan?”
