Page 110 of Rogue Mission
“Rub that pretty little clit on my hand while I finger you.”
I test the angle against his hand, grind, and moan a low, soft sound.
“That’s right. Feel me touching you. I’m gonna learn every fucking thing you like—I’m going to know this body better than mine.”
“You’re driving me mad already.”
He adds a second finger, stretching me side to side.
“Ah, angel. Wait until I’m the master of your body.”
My moan turns husky, my pulse racing as I press into the heel of his hand, chasing that sensation.
Heavens. The man is so sexy he makes me delirious. And he’s mine.
Mine.
I’m never letting him go.
He presses against the soft swell of my ass, voice low, deep, edged with wildness.
“You’re almost ready. I need you to concentrate on letting go. Relax for me.”
Coaxing my G-spot, he watches my lashes flutter, my teeth biting into my lip, the pink blush rising along my neck.
“Gorgeous, Rosalie. You’re so perfect.”
“Wh-what’s happening?” I exhale, tensing.
“No, don’t tense up, that’s your body preparing to soak my hand, baby.”
“Oh… it is?”
He takes over, pressing his palm to my mound, working my G-spot more aggressively with the pads of two fingers.
“Relax. Bear down.”
“I… I’m so hot. There.”
His mouth finds my neck, biting the cord. “Burning for me.”
“Yes. Yes, I am.”
“Let it go, baby,” he coaxes, hitting that spot with a wicked stroke.
A second later, I gasp, flooding his hand.
“Oh my God,” I sing, and he fists my hair, turning my head so he can take my mouth too. He’s still working that heat, spreading the wetness around.
“Now you’re ready for me.”
I’m shivering, panting, whispering his name over and over when he shifts the head of his cock to my perfect, slick slit.
“Gonna fuck you good and hard now,” he growls against my ear. “Drive my come deep. Make sure we put a baby in that sweet little belly.”
I detonate the second he slides his head between my slippery outer lips.
A gentler man would let me catch my breath. That’s not him.
