Page 40 of Rogue Mission
She watches, wide-eyed, when I raise my fingers to my mouth. I lick them, tasting the sweet slickness.
The heat in her eyes is pure fucking sin as I reach between us and rub the mix over her clit, then lower, spreading it all over that narrow pussy entrance.
Her head tips back, mouth open, breath ragged. “Yes… I love that.”
Breathe, Justice.
Donotthink. “Don’t.” I exhale sharply. “ Don’t. Move.”
All the rushed energy subsides and we’re left just breathing together. Me as deep inside Rosalie as a man can be.
But my heart is involved too.
“That feels really good, honey.” I stroke her hair, slow and gentle. Ordering my body back in line. “I love being buried deep in you.”
“I love it too.”
Rosalie initiates the kiss this time, slowly tasting my mouth as I start to move. Gliding her up and down as I clench my abs and lift my hips.
The sound of our bodies moving together is wet and primal.
“Got me, don’t you. Gripping me like a fist?”
“Mmm, hmmmm,” she moans, melting into me, pillowy-soft tits pressed against my chest, breathy sigh as she turns her face to tuck into my neck.
“You’re so perfect, baby,” I whisper.
Every fucking cell in my body is deliriously happy. How is this possible after everything I’ve done, everything Iam?
“Right there, oh my…right there, Justice.”
“Taking that big cock so well, baby,” I growl. “You fit me perfectly.”
Thrust. Grind. Thrust.
My control is shot to hell, and her whimper sends a bolt straight through me.
“I want you to soak me,” I growl, biting at her neck. “Ride me until you break us both.”
She squeals huskily, body bucking against me, but I hold her down, hold her so fucking tight, my arms wrapped around her hips.
She exhales raggedly with every hard thrust.
“Say my name so I know you’re still with me.”
Her limbs spasm, her legs biting hard around my hips as her head pitches back. I watch in awe as her throat convulses in time with her pussy.
“No,” I breathe. “Right here. Eyes on me, understand?”
Tears are beaded on her lashes, cresting the corners, dropping onto her cheeks when she looks at me.
“Don’t hold back,” I growl, fingers finding her clit. “I want your truth, all of it.”
“More,” she moans.
Her lips are parted and damp from my kiss, her breathing is erratic, and I suddenly remember that she’s got damaged ribs.
But she’s too far gone.
