“That’s it,” he praised, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh as he pressed a kiss against her thigh. “Ride my face, love. Take what ye need.”
She did, grinding against his obedient mouth as his fingers worked inside her. She was powerful, a goddess! The way he worshipped her body made her feel incredible. The pressure built quickly, coiling tight in her belly, and she knew she was close.
Bull seemed to sense it too. His tongue focused on her clitoris, licking and sucking as his fingers curled inside her. She felt impossibly full, every nerve ending alight with sensation, and before long she would?—
“Bull!” Rosie screamed, her thighs clamping around his head as her climax crashed over her. Her inner muscles clenched around his fingers, pulsing as waves of pleasure rolled through her body. She could feel herself overflowing, coating his hand and face with her release.
But the perfect man didn’t stop.
His tongue continued working her clitoris, licking through her folds, the sensitivity almost unbearable. She tried to pull away, gasping with laughter and shock, but his free hand gripped her hip, holding her in place as he licked and teased. The pleasure never crested and fell—instead, it plateaued, keeping her suspended in that heightened state of arousal.
“Bull, I cannot—it is too?—”
Suddenly he was moving, standing up with urgent, abrupt movements. His fingers slipped from her and she whimpered at the loss.
“Bull?”
He yanked at his trousers, shoving them down his legs and kicking them away with desperate efficiency.
Then he was grabbing her, lifting her as he lowered himself onto the bed. He rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him so she straddled his hips in a fluid movement that only made Rosie gasp again. His cock lay thick and hard against his stomach, and when she settled her weight on him, she felt it press against her wet cunny.
“Fook,” he groaned, his hands sliding up her thighs to grip her hips. “Ye’re soaking, love.”
He should know. “All is thanks to you,” Rosie gasped.
She could feel her wetness coating him as she experimentally rolled her hips, sliding her slick folds along the length of his cock. They both groaned at the sensation.
Not enough. Not quite.
“I need ye,” Bull rasped, his hands moving to cup her breasts, squeezing them, his thumbs finding her nipples and circling the hard peaks. “Need to be inside ye.”
Rosie nodded frantically, too aroused to form words, to move, to think.
Bull’s hands moved back to her hips, lifting her slightly. “Take yer weight on yer knees,” he instructed, his voice strained. “Then ye can control how much of me ye take.”
She did as he said, rising up on her knees. The position brought her directly over his cock, and she could feel the thick head pressing against her entrance, standing to attention. Reaching between them, she wrapped her fingers around his length, stroking him once, twice, but it was unnecessary. He was already coated in her desire, slick and ready.
Positioning him at her entrance, Rosie began to sink down.
The stretch was immediate and intense. Even with all his preparation, even with how wet she was, the feeling of his cock pushing inside her was overwhelming. She gasped, pausing when just the head was inside.
“That’s it,” Bull praised, his hands gentle on her hips. “Take yer time, love. Ye’re doing so well.”
His hands moved to her breasts again, fondling them, rolling her nipples between his fingers. The additional stimulation sent fresh waves of arousal through her, her folds growing even wetter.
It helped. She sank down another inch, then another, feeling him stretch her wider than his fingers had.
Oh, this was—this was—she could never have imagined?—
“So tight, so good,” Bull groaned, his jaw clenched with the effort of holding still as his head dropped to the pillow in a sort of surrender. “So fooking perfect, Rose.”
She paused again, breathing through the burn. His hands continued their worship of her breasts, squeezing and caressing, even as one of his palms lifted to cup her cheek, tilting her face so she looked directly into his eyes. Rosie felt her body relaxing, accepting him. She sank down further, taking more of him.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. “Ye’re taking me so well. Almost there, love.”
With one final push, she seated herself fully on his cock. The feeling of being completely filled by him was indescribable: she felt stretched, claimed, connected to him in the most intimate way possible.
Slowly, Rosie’s lips spread in a proud grin as she surveyed him from her position, her palms spread across his chest. “Well. So this is it, then.”
