She leaned down to kiss me, and as our tongues intertwined, she lifted her lower half, reached between us to grab my dick, eased back until it was snug inside her, pulling her mouth away from mine.
“You ready to ride this dick?” I questioned, gripping her waist.
“You ready for me to ride it?”
“Always. Do yo thang, baby.”
She planted her hands on my chest and rode my dick like it was her last rodeo. Her handful of breasts bouncing in front of my face had me licking my lips. I cupped them and brushed my thumbs over her nipples.
Her head fell back, and she looked sexy as hell as she lost herself in the moment. Nothing I’d ever seen was more beautiful than the sight before me, and she was mine for the rest of my life.
“I’ll never get enough of you, baby. I love the fuck outta you, Rose.”
“Mmm . . . I love you too, Russie.”
Those words were like music to my ears, but she may as well had been talking to my dick. I couldn’t explode before she got hers, so in one swift move, I lifted her from my dick and put her on my face.
At first, she gasped, then squealed when her pussy made contact with my mouth. Her hands hit the headboard as she braced herself for what she knew would come. I used my tongue to bring her to ecstasy, devouring it like it was my last meal.
When she came, she screamed my name while her juices covered my face. There was no place in this world that could possibly be better than here, and if it were possible, I’d never leave.
She barely had enough energy to climb off my face after her orgasm. Her body fell to the bed beside me as her chest heaved up and down. My dick was still rock hard, but when I slid inside Rose’s tight, wet walls, I knew it wouldn’t be for long.
“Fuck! This pussy—shit!”
I couldn’t find the right words to express how good it felt for my dick to be trapped inside her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and held onto my neck as my strokes deepened and my pace quickened.
“I can’t wait to make you my wife, baby.”
“I can’t wait to be your wife, Russie.”
Her words sucked my nut straight from my soul, and I filled her with my seeds. Once I was empty, I removed myself from her womb and headed to the bathroom. When I returned with a warm towel, she’d fallen asleep, and she must have been exhausted because she didn’t stir while I cleaned between her legs.
After cleaning myself up, I dressed in all black and sent Rocky a text. I went to the side of the bed and leaned down to kiss Rose’s forehead. When my lips touched her skin, she slowly opened her eyes. For a moment, she looked confused.
“Where are you going?”
“To take care of business. I’ll be back before you know it.”
“Be careful. I love you.”
“Always. I love you more.”
I kissed her lips this time, then quietly left to handle business.
I had to admit, Preston was a lot tougher than I thought. From what I was told, Busta had a great time with him. By the time he’d had his fun, Preston was hanging by a thread, begging, pleading, and apologizing.
It was three o’clock in the morning by the time I got to him, and as soon as he saw me, it was like he got a jolt of energy laced with courage. I’d already beaten his newfound burst of energy out of him, but he continued to talk shit with what he had left.
“Fuck . . . you . . . and that . . . bitch,” he said through measured breaths.
“Say everything you want to say now because it’ll be hard to talk when I pull each of your teeth out, one by one.”
His eyes showed his fear, but he remained stoic. He was strapped to a table in the middle of the room, and even if he had had enough energy to move, it was impossible.
“Just . . . kill me . . . fucking . . . luna . . . lunatic.”
“Oh, I am, but where’s the fun if I can’t torture you?”
