Page 63 of Better Not Pout
I open my mouth to ask, and his lip tilts into a smirk, his movements stilling.
“Not done with you yet, Sugar.”
The words wash over me as he pulls out of me and lies on the mattress beside me before pulling me on top of him.
“Ride me. I want to watch your gorgeous tits bounce as you ride my cock.”
My hands fly to his chest to steady myself, but then I hesitate, worried that I’m too heavy or that?—
“Rosalie,” he says gruffly, drawing my attention to him. “There is nothing I want more than for you to ride my cock right now. I’m about to come just seeing you like this, feeling how wet you are, coating my stomach. You’re perfect, and I am so fucking hard for you.”
His words of encouragement help me get out of my head, help me push down the years of insecurity, and allow myself just to… be.
I’m not sure there will ever be a time when those insecurities that have been here for so long will completely disappear, but maybe one day, they will. For now, I’m taking a deep breath and pushing them out of my mind,focusing instead on the man beneath me and how the hungry, appreciative look in his eyes makes me feel.
I shakily rise on my knees over his cock, closing my fist around him and lining the thick head with my entrance. And then, I slowly sink down.
Inch by inch.
Wells’ large hands move to my hips, curving around the soft parts of me, fingertips digging in as he holds on tightly.
Seemingly clinging to restraint as I finally seat myself on his cock.
I’ve never felt anything so deep.
“Fuuuuuuck, Rosalie,” he groans roughly, his heated gaze traveling down to where we’re joined, darkening even more. “So goddamn perfect, Sugar.”
I rotate my hips in a slow circle. Blinding hot ecstasy courses through me when my clit drags against the soft mat of hair at his pelvis, and I feel completely overwhelmed with pleasure. Consumed by it. Lost to nothing but this.
My palms are flat against the hard, defined muscles of his abdomen as I begin to ride him, slowly at first, torturing us both in the most delicious way.
Feeling Wells’ big body trembling beneath me has goose bumps erupting on my flesh.
It makes me feel…
Sexy. Powerful. Wanton.
My confidence increases with each rock of my hips.
“That’s my girl. Such a good fucking girl riding my cock,” he rasps, reaching up to palm my tits, stroking over the taut peaks.“Fuck. I’m going to fill you up with my cum, Rosalie. Until it’s dripping out of you.”
The thought of that makes my vision dance, my pussy clamping down around him.
“That’s it. Come for me, Sugar.”
He moves his fingers to my clit and thrums as I slam down on him, taking every inch of his cock.
My senses are heightened. The feel of my body sticky with sweat and caramel residue, the punishing grip of his hands on my hips, the obscene sound of us filling the room, the masculine scent ofWellssurrounding me.
I come so hard that little black spots dance behind my eyes, and every muscle in my body pulls taut with the intensity, so powerful that I can hardly remain upright, my arms trembling to keep me that way.
A hoarse whimper pours out of Wells, and he thrusts deep, spilling into me with a guttural, ragged groan. I collapse onto his chest as the warmth of his cum coats the inside of my pussy and bury my face in his neck as aftershocks course through me.
After a moment, our breathing slows, my limbs turning heavy as I cling to the massive man beneath me. I barely even move as he pulls out of me and places me on the bed, only cracking one single eye open when I feel the bed dip as he returns. He brings the warm washcloth between my legs and tenderly cleans me.
I’m struck by how thoughtful and sweet that is. I can hardly even hold my eyes open, and he’s taking the time to take care of me.
The bed dips again as he slides in beside me, strong arms wrapping around me as he tucks me into his chest.
