“Not all of it.Fook,” Bull breathed, his hands trembling where they gripped her hips. “Ye feel incredible.”
“I do, yes.” Rosie sat still for a moment, adjusting to the sensation. The burn was fading, replaced by a deep, satisfying fullness. And then…she moved.
Just a small roll of her hips, lifting slightly before sinking back down. The friction was exquisite, and so of course, she did it again.
“Aye,” Bull encouraged. “Just like that. Take what ye need.”
She found a rhythm, rising up on her knees before sliding back down his length. In this position, with her on top, she could control the pace, the depth, the angle—and when she lifted up and sank back down, the tip of his cock dragged against that spot deep inside that made her see stars.
“That’s it,” Bull praised, his voice rough. “Ride my cock, love. Use me. Christ, do ye haveanyidea how fooking erotic ye are, taking yer pleasure like that?” His hands dragged across her body, caressing her, worshipping her, dimpling into her thighs and stroking her waist. “Magnificent.”
His praise filled her as perfectly as his cock did.
Each time she rose up, Rosie felt the drag of his thickness against her sensitive walls, and each time she sank down, she felt impossibly full. The burn had faded almost entirely, replaced by a building pleasure that made her want more.
Was it possible…that there was just as much pleasure to gain like this?
Rosie experimented with the angle, rolling her hips forward, and gasped when his cock hit that perfect spot inside her. She did it again, and again, becoming more confident with each stroke.Oh, yes…
“Fook, ye’re so good at this,” Bull groaned, his hands sliding from her breasts to grip her hips again. Not controlling her movements, but steadying her. “Look at ye, riding my cock like ye were made for it. Like ye were made to fook me.”
The crude praise sent heat flooding through Rosie. She moved faster, chasing the pleasure building in her core. Her hands braced on his chest for leverage, and she could feel his heart pounding beneath her palms.
But as the pleasure grew, she realized she needed something more. The slow, measured pace she’d been maintaining wasn’t enough anymore. She needed him deeper, harder, faster.
“Bull,” she gasped, her movements becoming erratic. “I cannot—I need?—”
“I ken what ye need, love.”
His hands tightened on her hips, and suddenly he was planting his heels on the mattress and thrusting up into her. The force of it made her cry out, her hands scrambling for purchase on the bed beside his head as she tipped forward and braced herself against the mattress.
“Yes!” she cried. “Oh God—like that!”
Bull’s strokes were deep and powerful, each one driving into that spot that made her whole body light up. The new angle meant she could lean down, and she took advantage and captured his mouth in a desperate kiss. His tongue tangled with hers as he continued to thrust up into her, never breaking rhythm.
“I—I love you,” she gasped against his lips between strokes. “I love you so much?—”
“And I love ye,” he groaned, his cock driving deep. “My Rose. My forever.”
The combination of his words, the feeling of him filling her so completely, the way the tip of his cock stroked that perfect spot inside her with each powerful thrust—it all became too much. The pleasure that had been building suddenly crested…and she shattered.
“Bull!” she screamed, her inner muscles clamping down around his cock as her climax tore through her. It was so much more intense than when she’d come on his fingers, so much deeper than when she’d come on his face. She could feel every inch of him as her channel spasmed and clenched, milking his length. The waves of pleasure seemed endless, rolling through her body as he continued to thrust.
The sensation of her muscles squeezing him must have triggered his own release. With a wordless roar that echoed through the room, Bull thrust up one final time, sheathing himself as deep as possible. She felt his cock pulse inside her, felt the hot rush of his seed coating her inner walls, flooding her womb.
Becoming one.
“Love ye,” Bull groaned, his hips jerking as he emptied himself inside her. “Oh Rose, love ye…so good. So fooking perfect.”
Her muscles continued to spasm around him, demanding every last drop from his cock. The feeling of him claiming her in this way, marking her as his, sent aftershocks of pleasure through her oversensitive body.
Finally, the waves subsided. Rosie collapsed forward onto his chest, her body boneless and sated. Bull’s arms came around her immediately, one hand stroking up and down her spine while the other tangled in her short hair.
They lay there, breathing hard, their hearts pounding against each other. She could feel his cock still inside her, softening slowly with his seed coating her insides, and she loved the intimacy of it. The connection between them.
“Are ye all right, love?” Bull murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.
Rosie lifted her head to look at him, a satisfied smile curving her lips. “I am wonderful. That was...extraordinary.”
