Page 132 of Rogue Mission
He shudders, clenching the seat, the leather creaking under his hand.
Each stroke of my tongue and suck with my lips making his body tighten more and more.
His cock is turgid, hot. Veins throb against my hand, where I’m wrapped around the impossibly thick stalk of his cock.
“Fuck, I’m close.”
My vision blurs, the clawing weight in my core building and building. “Me too,” I whisper raggedly, before taking his head deep into my mouth again.
“I’m going to—” he jolts, his legs shooting forward, boot kicking the table leg, a thick groan catching in his chest.
It happens all at once, my orgasm rolling through me as he releases his burst of come.
Shaking, I swallow the salty release, his fingers gripping my pussy hard as I make a keening sound against him.
“God.God,baby,” he pants as I finish taking the full load of hot spurting semen down my throat.
Only letting myself surface up for air when he’s finished climaxing.
Collapsing onto his chest, my hand stays locked around his still pulsing base. I’m tingling from head to toe. My pussy the origin point of a million volts of zinging electricity.
“This is what one of those downed electrical wires feels like,” I rasp.
He chuckles. Or maybe I do. I’m not totally sure who laughs first, but we both do. Until we make so much noise a voice comes over the speakers in the ceiling.
“Is everything okay back there?”
FORTY-SEVEN
Rosalie’s eyes couldn’t get any wider.
“A cave?” she breathes, gripping my hand so hard there’s going to be permanent damage.
“It’s technically a resort. But yes, in a cave. Agile bought it as a safe haven for the team’s families.”
“Wow.” She rips her hand out of mine and takes off at a jog. “I must be in heaven.”
Not yet. But I’m hoping to put her there soon.
I catch her about the time she reaches the lobby. Technically not a resort lobby any longer, but a gigantic room with comfortable couches, a bar, and lots of places to hang out.
Everyone’s head clocks around, a cheer going up, echoing off of the stalac-whatevers.
The jagged roof of the cave which is bathed in elaborate luxury lighting. The whole place is five-star.
I’m sure Rosalie will love teaching me some clever way to remember whether stalactites go up or down. And a bunch of other things, which I’ll soak up like a biscuit because anything my girl loves, I’ll love too.
When she glances over her shoulder, there’s a sweet, pink blush on her cheeks, and my heart somersaults.
She’s still wearing the borrowed tactical clothing, and she couldn’t be more beautiful if she was wrapped in sequins.
“Come on, what’s the hold up?” she asks with a grin.
Girl knows she melted my brain on the plane, but now… now I’m just enjoying the show.
The Rosalie, Thief of Hearts show.
She’s incredible. And she’s mine.
