She listens. Drops to the floor without a question and stares at me through her thick lashes. Rosie looks so happy and content, patiently waiting for me to give her what she wants. Just the thought of pleasing her makes every second more charged.
“Only because you asked. Any other time, I’d be bending you over that sink and working you with my tongue three times over.”
The leather of Rosie’s dress squeaks. Shifting, she takes my cock out of their restraints with her right hand, and her left gets lost between her thighs.
“I know. Thank you.” The small sentence is hummed against the base of my cock. It starts there, but travels everywhere else—through my spine and up into my scalp. Yanking my head backwards in a moan.
“Same rules still apply,” I grit out while holding one hand over her cheek. “You come first. Can you do that with just your hand, Princess?”
I wait for her to say no. Part of me hopes she does. An excuse to get her through an orgasm with my mouth or my fingers.
“I got it. I’ve fingered myself while imagining you before. I’ll probably come quicker while looking at the real thing.” Theimage of her blissed-out expression flashes across my mind right when she licks over the tip of my cock. “Unbutton your shirt. I want to see.”
I move one hand to the top button. The other, still resting on her cheek, taps twice onto the skin, and she drops her mouth open obediently.
Rosalie takes me as deep into her mouth as she can fit. Hollowing her cheeks and running her tongue along the bottom space of my cock, just how I like it. The groan that claws out of me comes from deep in my center, where pleasure erupts uncontrollably.
“Fuck, Rosalie.”
Before I can finish unbuttoning my shirt, my hand finds its way back to her cheek. The shape of my dick fucking in and out of her mouth presses through her skin and into my palm. Slowly and gently. The hand lost between her legs is working slowly, too.
My jaw clenches. It’s not hot enough or rough enough for her. My body responds naturally to the heat of her mouth, but it’s nowhere near the pleasure of seeing Rosie fall apart.
Grunting, I carelessly rip my dress shirt open. I think the buttons go flying across the room, but I’m not sure. I don’t really give a fuck about anything that’s not Rosalie kneeling in front of me.
“You want it rougher?” I spit out the question. I know the answer, but I ask just to see her eyes gloss over.
Still sucking my cock far into her throat, fisting the inches that won’t fit, Rosalie moans loudly. Recklessly. Her eyes roll while I grip the back of her skull. I’ll help her fix her hair later.
Through gritted teeth, I ask, “Do you want me to fuck your mouth? Is that the only way that pussy is going to come?”
I watch her. See how her chest starts moving irregularly, and the arm working over her pussy starts moving faster. Hersucking gets sloppy. Less hollowing, more gasping, tongue not as predictable.
Sweat gathers across my forehead. My own breathing turns more rapid, observing Rosie start to lose herself to the pleasure.I need to give her more.
“If it’s too much, squeeze my thigh.” I mumble, running my thumb tenderly across her skin before that hand finds the other, lacing behind her head. Rosalie’s fucked-out expression is all it takes for me to flex my forearms and give her what she needs. “You’re going to choke on this fucking cock. You’re going to take it.”
I don’t give her a second to adjust. She doesn’t want one.
I fuck deep into her mouth, tip hitting the back of her throat. Rosalie coughs and groans and sputters—and the hand fingering her pussy moves faster. When the obscene mix of spit and precum dribbles off her chin, I see the familiar shake of her torso. Orgasm creeping up on her faster than she can control.
Knowing she’s on the edge sends heat blaring through my body too.
I grit out, “I didn’t even have to touch you. You just like choking on cock that much.” The dirty words do it most for her. Her cheeks stop hollowing. The hand at the base of my cock disappears under her leather skirt. She gives up on pleasuring me, to press more fingers into her pussy, and it’s the sexiest thing that’s happened all night.
“You’re going to come from sucking cock. Dirty fucking girl.” I thrust in and out of her with no set rhythm. Too focused on watching her fuck herself with two hands under her dress. “I want that orgasm before I cum down your throat. Come, Princess.”
It slams into her. Rosalie is so lost in the shattering orgasm—eyes rolled back, body going limp while she fucks herself open—she doesn’t even notice my cock falling out of her mouth. I don’tnotice my glasses slipping off the bridge of my nose until the gorgeous vision of her becomes blurry.
I pump my cock furiously while she works herself through it. I take every second in carefully. I’ll never take for granted seeing this beautiful of a show.
There’s droplets of sweat rolling down my neck by the time Rosie regulates her breathing. My hard cock is pulsing, waiting. I’m biting down on my lip harsh enough to pull blood, holding myself from coming before she’s ready for it.
But I’m patient. I’ll wait forever if Rosie tells me to.
Mercifully, she doesn’t make me wait long. My girl leans up on her knees again, smiles through her smudged mascara, and opens her mouth.
It’s three seconds of my tip dragging across a damp tongue before I’m shooting cum down Rosalie’s throat. She hums while swallowing every thick drop. I shake, from the soles of my feet to the crown of my scalp, and remember I’m the luckiest man in the fucking world.
